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").



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   turned out to be four-wheel-drive
Friday, August 30 2019
Yesterday had been a little insane with the edge-case imports that my Electron App can barely handle, imports that in the past have required likes of ad hoc data queries to correct. That insanity continued today with an import wherein values that would've normally been added together were instead subtracted. I've been so busy dealing with these things that I haven't been able to take my customary once-a-week lunch break in a restaurant. Today I was able to sneak out to get some more pupusas (as well as beer and pseudoephedrine) but I had to get back to continue with the oddball data gymnastics. Don't get me wrong, this is precisely what I want to be doing if I have to spend all day in an office.
On the way home from work, I made my usual roadbeer-augmented detour to the Tibetan Center thrift store, where I found a number of things worth buying: a big two-handed power drill with a half-inch chuck for $6, and an old Craftsman variable-speed drill with a 3/8 inch chuck for $3, another small Wacom tablet ($3) and a large remote-controlled offroad "truck" for $5. That truck later turned out to be quite a good find, since it actually turned out to be four-wheel-drive (that is, all four wheels were powered by electric motors). As a chassis for a wheeled robot, it looks like a great platform. In the aftermath of dinner (Gretchen and I had just eaten doctored-up frozen pizza out on the east deck), I fetched the kitchen phillips screwdriver and removed the stupid plastic part meant to resemble a car.
After my frantic week of work, I took a little minivacation in the laboratory with some booze and that past-its-shelf-life pot I'd found. I ended up smoking an enormous amount of that pot, but it had almost no effect. It definitely wasn't worth the damage to my repiratory system. I was going to have to find some other way to consume it. I ended up spending the night in the greenhouse.


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