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:
   before the miasma reached my nose
Wednesday, April 6 2022
I realized before I got up this morning that if I just added a single column, location_id, to my weather_data table, then I could use that one backend at to log data for any number of weather probes. The data could then be visualized on a graph to show how temperatures in multiple different locations change over time. It's a simple idea, obviously, but it didn't occur to me when I created that table couple years ago, because initially it was designed to log data on a Raspberry Pi from just the sensors directly attached to it.

This morning I took a recreational 150 milligram dose of pseudoephedrine in hopes of being able to force my way through some very tedious learning about Azure DevOps build pipelines. I'd internalized that I needed to transition to using templates, but the fussy nature of the YAML syntax and the unhelpful nature of the errors one gets when the syntax is wrong had added up to continual frustration and aggravation. I won't say I made a lot of progress today, but I did at least get it so a pipeline was successfully loading a pipeline template from a dedicated pipeline-only code repository.

At noon, I drove into Uptown to return some cans for deposit money, but the machine was broken, so I just left the cans there for someone likely less fortunate than me. I bought some more diphenhydramine, bloody mary mix, and a small container of Death Wish Coffee, mostly because I liked the label, and I wanted to have something fun (but non-alcoholic) to drink while driving around. I also stopped at JK's Liquor store for a half gallon of gin and a litre of cheap scotch for the laboratory's bottom-shelf liquor "cabinet."
Next I drove out to the Tibetan Center thrift store hoping to find treasure. But they had nothing for me. Not only that, I heard one of the other customers fart, and I wanted to get out of there before the miasma reached my nose.

At a little after 5:00pm, I took my customary after-work stroll, drinking a Hazy Little Thing and listening to a YouTube audio track broadcast from my computer on my pirate FM radio station. I also brought my camera, but there was nothing worth photographing.
Powerful made a cold pasta salad for dinner and we all ate it family-style while sitting at the dining room table like civilized people. I drank a little scotch as I waited for the diphenhydramine to kick in between 8:00 and 9:00pm.

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