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

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Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

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Like my brownhouse:
   not enough doggy alone time
Thursday, March 5 2020
My boss would be in Bermuda for the next five days, and since he's the only reason I actually have to go into the office, I'd be "working" the next couple days from home. I'd thought the dogs would be spending a lot of time alone during Gretchen's California-Texas booktour, but it's not working out that way. I've been joking to Gretchen about them not getting enough alone time.
I don't know exactly where the day went, but I know I didn't get much work done even though I ate 150 milligrams of pseudoephedrine early in the day. That really helped with my cough, and its stimulant effects were nice as well.
Today I dined mostly on sandwiches made with Italian white bread, Tofurky, lettuce, raw onion, raw mushrooms, romaine lettuce, vegan mayonnaise, and brown mustard.

Ramona scales an ancient stone wall near the barn of the farm at the south end of the Farm Road.

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