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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   massage house deal
Monday, February 8 1999
After work, Kim drove me to her workplace and I met with her employer, a small, thin 40ish woman named Vivienne. She wants me to make a web page for her business, the ever-romantic Victoria Rose spa. I explained things such as domain names, search engines, navbars and web pages, then agreed to put the whole thing together for a certain price. The meeting was almost effortless, helped in part by a Sam Adams (provided by Vivienne) that I was drinking all the while. I don't really have the time to take on such assignments, but Kim sort of coerced me into agreeing to do it.

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