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



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Thursday, August 4 2016
Before work this morning, I went on a massive lawncare jihad. Given how bad the mosquitoes are right now, I decided to suit up to minimize their opportunities with my blood. I would be wearing earphones and listening to podcasts, so I wouldn't even be able to hear them coming. So I wore a long-sleeved shirt, long pants, socks & crocks, and a mosquito net over my head. My only exposed skin was on my hands, and I put repellant all over those. Dressed this way, mosquitoes were a non-issue. And at first, owing to the ongoing coldspell, all those clothes didn't make me too hot. But after an hour or so, I started sweating profusely. But I kept working, because getting into that outfit hadn't been easy and I didn't want to have to do it again. So I mowed nearly all of the lawn (including most of the long-unmowed north end). I also weed-whacked the stone walls and bluestone walkway and even weeded the garlic patch and much of the garden. When I was done, I put all my sweat-drenched clothes directly into the washing machine and took a shower to wash about the smell of mosquito repellant (which I find much more repulsive than Gretchen does).
In the virtual workplace today, my boss (Da) seemed stressed-out and snappy, which is a bit unusual for him. But he gets a lot of pressure from higher-ups who don't understand the limitations of the IT department. In particular, being the only backend developer makes me something of a bottleneck, and occasionally I feel like Da wishes I were more productive. But I'm just one guy, and my workday is full of distractions and, sometimes, server crises. Today I made a document detailing how to handle two of the most common server crises, since I aim to go on vacation soon.
I'd taken a recreational 150 milligram dose of pseudoephedrine in the early afternoon, and but late in the workday I needed to come down from it. So I made a little painting to buy myself the right to drink.


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