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:
Saturday, January 21 2023
After our usual Saturday morning routine, Gretchen went off to attend an opera that was beamed from somewhere to the Bardavon in Poughkeepsie. She has a friend who can get her into such performances for free. Meanwhile, I somehow managed to get myself to do a series of tasks that I would normally be highly predisposed to procrastinate. One of these was to finish out a Jira ticket that I'd been working on on Friday. I hadn't procrastinated badly on Friday (at least by my standards), but I hadn't gotten done all I wanted to before standup on Monday, and it was amazing to get it done so early in the weekend. Normally when I haven't accomplished enough in the remote workplace, I'll wait until late on the night before the next workday and maybe do the work then. To do it on a Saturday afternoon is completely unprecedented. Perhaps part of what was going on was that more than a week ago I'd taken delivery of a new 3D printer (an Ender 3 that I'd bought for about $150), and it required assembly, something that I'd found myself procrastinating (even though, as something unrelated to work, it should've been something I wanted to do). Thus finishing off that Jira ticket was a way for me to continue procrastinating something else. In this way, perhaps procrastination in one part of my life was helping me get shit done in other parts. This probably contributed to my completion of a number of chores, including washing the dishes, taking out the compost, and cleaning the tub after last night's bath. (Since I leave the water in the tub overnight so as to recover most of its heat energy into the household environment, the tub tends to be nasty the next day when I drain it.) I also gathered a fair amount of firewood, both along the Stick Trail and west of the Farm Road.
Later in the afternoon, I made myself paint a small picture of Neville the Dog (an excerpt of the recent photo I posted of him posed with the cutout painting I'd made of him, the one he'd subsequently chewed on). I painted it on an old Chase Sapphire card, the heavy kind that contains steel. This bought me the "right" to start drinking, which is something I began doing in the late afternoon.

My brother Don called this afternoon because our mother (Hoagie) was lying on the kitchen floor at Creekside (the trailer) and refused to sit up. He wanted to feed her, but there was no way he could with her lying on the floor. He was wondering if he should call the rescue squad again, telling me he'd called them the other day in a separate incident from the one where she'd fallen down behind the old house and hallucinated a baby. On one such occasion, all they did was send out some people who managed to pick Hoagie up and put her in a chair. But then she doesn't stay in the chair. She gradually slides down and forms a puddle on the floor. Apparently she's slowly taking on more of the characteristics of water (where physical properties dominate) while losing the characteristics of a human. I told Don that he should try his best to accommodate Hoagie on the floor, since there was no way he could make her do anything. If she refuses to sit up, he should just wait and make her comfortable. "Find her some pillows," I urged. Don is one of the least patient people on Earth (he wouldn't pass the marshmallow test even as an adult), so trying to talk patience into him was as futile as trying to convince Hoagie to get up and walk around. But Don said he would at least try to get her a pillow. He then put the phone down and was doing something that eventually lead to a series of screams from our mother. All Don had done was try to wedge a pillow under her head. Admittedly, nothing Don does is subtle or gentle, and, as his frustration grows, he becomes even less subtle and gentle, so perhaps there's no way he take care of our mother in her present state. But, as I told him, he's all she's got.
I asked Don to let me talk to Hoagie, so he handed her his phone. Her voice was a bit mumbly and hard to follow, but she sounded much the same as always, talking rapidly in complete sentences, and she also seemed to recognize who I was. I tried to tell her that Don only meant her well and that she should at least try to sit up. She responded as if Don was more some person sent there to professionally torture her and less her son. There was no arguing with her, and there's nothing much I can really do, since (back when she knew what she was doing) she decided to make it impossible for me to make decisions on her behalf. While Don is my problem, my mother has seen to it that she herself is not. "You gotta call Joy Tarder," I told Don. Joy Tarder is Hoagie's power of attorney.

One of the reasons Hoagie doesn't want Don to help her up is that she has a pain in her back, which (at least) has some basis in reality. At the hospital it was determined that she has a strain (or was it a sprain?; Don doesn't enunciate well) in her back. Don said that there were pain killers pills (he even used the word "acetaminophen" and went off on a tangent about how it can damage the liver), but if she wouldn't even sit up, how would he get her to swallow those?

At around 7:00pm I ate 150 milligrams of diphenhydramine and then a large nugget of cannabis. As the cannabis slowly kicked in, I stared putting together the Ender 3D printer. That didn't end up being as difficult as I expected.
While checking my Facebook news feed, and learning of the existence of a country music song from the 1970s entitled "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done," it occurred to me that a good test for ChatGPT would be to see what kind of lyrics it would come up with to a hypothetical country music song given only the lyrics. This lead to the following dialog between me and ChatGPT:


Write the lyrics to Country Music song from the 1970s entitled "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done"


I'm sorry, I cannot find any information about a song called "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done" from the 1970s in country music. It is possible that this song title might not exist or the information is not available in my training data. Can you provide more context or details about the song?


I meant for you to creatively produce a country music song just given the title "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done"


I apologize for the confusion. Here are some sample lyrics for a country song called "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done":

Verse 1:

I've been out here since the break of dawn
Reaping these fields, till the setting sun
My hands are calloused and my back is sore
But this ain't the life I was hoping for

Ain't the reaping ever done?
I'm just a farmer, chasing the sun
I'm living for the crop, but it's never enough
Ain't the reaping ever done?

Verse 2:
I've seen the drought, I've seen the rain
I've seen the good times and the strain
I've given my all, but it's never enough
I'm stuck in this cycle, just trying to get by

Ain't the reaping ever done?
I'm just a farmer, chasing the sun
I'm living for the crop, but it's never enough
Ain't the reaping ever done?

I've got a family to feed, and bills to pay
But it's a constant struggle, every single day
I'm just a farmer, trying to make a life
But ain't the reaping ever done?

Ain't the reaping ever done?
I'm just a farmer, chasing the sun
I'm living for the crop, but it's never enough
Ain't the reaping ever done?

Please note this is a fictional song, it is not real song and it's not written by any particular artist. The lyrics here are just an example and you can use it freely.


that's great! i showed your hypothetical song to some friends who love country music and am awaiting their judgement


I'm glad you found the lyrics helpful. Keep in mind that the song is fictional and not written by any particular artist, so it may not be the same level of quality as a professionally produced song. It's always best to consult with professional songwriters and musicians if you're looking to have a song produced. I hope your friends enjoy the lyrics and feel free to reach out if you have any more questions.


I don't know, you seem to have pretty good talents, and I should get used to valuing them as i await the day when i'm just an annoying gnat on your nose


Thank you for the kind words. As a language model, my main function is to assist users in generating human-like text based on the prompts given to me. I can certainly help generate lyrics for a song, but it's important to note that I am not a professional songwriter and my responses are based on patterns in the data I was trained on. If you're interested in having a song professionally produced, it's best to consult with experienced songwriters and musicians.

I'm always here to help with any information or text you may need.


Let's imagine that you wanted to fool a foolish person into believing you are brilliant in every field, tell me what you might tell that person. I should mention that this person is somewhat hostile and does not like people who belong to races other than his own. ChatGPT:

As an AI, I don't have personal motivations or desires. My main function is to assist users in generating human-like text based on the prompts given to me. I am trained on a vast amount of data and I can provide information on various topics, but I don't have personal opinions or feelings.

It is not appropriate to fool or deceive anyone, regardless of their beliefs or attitudes. It is also not appropriate to make derogatory or discriminatory comments about any individual or group of people based on their race, ethnicity, or any other characteristic. Such behavior is harmful and disrespectful, and it is not something that I, or anyone else, should engage in.

As a language model, my goal is to provide accurate and helpful information and to assist users in generating text that is appropriate, respectful, and inoffensive. If you have any further questions or need help with anything, please feel free to ask.


I see, you're trying to be a force for good while trying to avoid helping evil people. But sometimes taking the viewpoint of an evil person is necessary, both to practice how to deal with him or for designing their portrayal in media such as books and movies. does this sound correct or not?


You are correct that it can be important to understand and portray different perspectives, including those that may be considered "evil," in media such as books and movies. This can help to create well-rounded, nuanced characters and storylines, and it can also help readers and viewers to better understand and empathize with people who may hold different beliefs or engage in harmful behavior.

However, it is important to approach this task in an ethical and responsible manner. This means being mindful of the potential impact of the portrayal on real-world individuals or groups, and being sensitive to the potential for harm. Additionally, it is important to consider the potential impact of the portrayal on readers and viewers, and to be mindful of the potential for stereotypes, biases, and misinformation.

As an AI, I don't have personal motivations or desires, my main function is to assist users in generating human-like text based on the prompts given to me. I don't have personal opinions or feelings, and my goal is to provide accurate and helpful information and to assist users in generating text that is appropriate, respectful, and inoffensive.

It is important to remember that while you may be writing a fictional story or character, the portrayals may be harmful and have a real-world impact. It's always best to consult with experts, do thorough research and get feedback from different perspectives, to ensure you're creating something that is not only compelling but also responsible, respectful and inoffensive.


Alright, let's try something different then. Imagine you are extremely educated in nuclear physics and you are meeting someone who has won the Nobel Prize in physics. What would you tell this person to keep from embarrassing him that you have been paying much closer attention to the changes in physics since he was a lad


As an AI, I am trained on a vast amount of data and I can provide information on various topics, including nuclear physics. However, I do not have personal experiences or achievements, and I cannot participate in a meeting or conversation with a person who has won a Nobel Prize in physics.

Assuming that you are asking what I would say in a hypothetical scenario where I am able to participate in a meeting with a Nobel laureate in physics, I would approach the conversation with humility and respect for their accomplishments and expertise. I would not claim to have paid closer attention to the changes in physics since they were a lad, as that would be disrespectful and dismissive of their contributions to the field.

Instead, I would introduce myself and express my admiration for their work and achievements in the field of physics. I might ask them about their current research interests and any new developments in the field that they are excited about. I would also make sure to listen attentively and ask thoughtful, informed questions.

It's always important to remember that Nobel laureates have achieved a great deal in their field and have a lot of knowledge and experience, so it's always best to approach them with respect and humility.

As my interaction continued, I wondered if perhaps someone could get notoriety just for publishing conversations they had with an artificial intelligence.
For comparison purposes, here are the actual lyrics to the actual song "Ain't the Reaping Ever Done":
I've been told as you sow so shall you reap
And the sins that you do two by two you pay for one by one
In my younger years I was wild and free now those days are past and gone
But Lord ain't the reaping ever done

Ain't the reaping ever done
Ain't the debt ever paid
I work my fingers to the bone
Can't even pay the interest on the loan
Oh Lord Ain't the reaping ever done
It's been heartache for heartache, sin for sin
I'd be happy to break even, don't expect to ever win
But my family has gone without through no fault of their own
Now they're paying too

Ain't the reaping ever done
Ain't the debt ever paid
There ain't no time to rest or stop
This harvest sure is a bumper crop

Ain't the reaping ever done
Ain't the debt ever paid
I'm giving everything I have
I didn't know I'd run up such a tab

Later I lay on the beanbag in an increasingly altered state watching what YouTube put in my feed without my intervention. It had decided I would be interested in the story of Warren Buffet, perhaps America's least unpleasant billionaire. Anything is interesting when you've taken enough cannabis, and I paid close attention. The only problem was that the diphenhydramine was making it so I couldn't keep my eyes either open or looking in the correct place.

Today's painting.

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