Your leaking thatched hut during the restoration of a pre-Enlightenment state.


Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").


decay & ruin
Biosphere II
dead malls
Irving housing

got that wrong

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff

(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   remembering life as a tiny ball of ice
Monday, April 7 2014
A made good progress implementing a set of features on that AngularJS-based web application I am working on. In this case, I had to be able to drag objects around on the screen with a mouse and then save the new positions. This all went very well, and I worked so quickly that I never bothered to consult the design documentation. When I was done, I'd implemented better and more complete interface than had been specified, though there is a likelihood I will eventually have to shoehorn my work into those specifications.
This evening a storm came in and rained down something that sounded and felt like sleet, though there were no ice balls. It was as if the balls of ice had just melted and could somehow remember how hard they had just been even though they had become ineffectual drops of water.

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