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").



links

decay & ruin
Biosphere II
Chernobyl
dead malls
Detroit
Irving housing

got that wrong
Paleofuture.com

appropriate tech
Arduino μcontrollers
Backwoods Home
Fractal antenna

fun social media stuff


Like asecular.com
(nobody does!)

Like my brownhouse:
   solitary horizon-splitting giant
Sunday, June 7 2015
The roof I like to build for my shed-like structures consists of a simple rectangular frame of two-by-sixes with joists set every 24 inches. The structure beneath it holds that roof plane at a gentle slope, but internally the roof structure is all orthogonal, with nothing cut at an angle in hopes that it will be vertical when tilted. This is simple and works well, but it does have a slight weakness: when tilted, the bottom of the uphill end tilts out from beneath the roofing and is exposed to precipitation. I paint the wood, which affords a little protection, but it's better to have some sort of roofing material covering the entire uphill side of the roof to protect it completely. This was the approach I took with the woodshed' roof, but I'd yet to do anything about the greenhouse roof. Today I climbed up a ladder in multiple places to paint the wood of the exposed beam, which had, over the past seven years, lost most of its paint and begun to crack. Once that was done, I covered the entire length of the beam with narrow strips of corrugated transparent plastic. With the white paint visible through the transparent plastic, the that part of the greenhouse now looks like it could have been designed by Apple Computer, Inc.

It wasn't my night to drink, so I didn't have a beer tonight when I watched the ninth episode of season five of Game of Thrones. Instead, I smoked some pot and drank bloody mary mix containing no booze. At first the episode seemed hopeful, with the leader of Dorne doing the sensible, diplomatic thing with Jaime Lannister in order to preserve the peace. And then more hopeful things happen: the Night's Watch grudgingly opened the gate through the wall to let Jon Snow and the five thousand rescued wildlings (including a solitary horizon-splitting giant) through to safety south of the wall. But whenever hopeful things happen in Game of Thrones happen, you have to watch out. Before long, we're watching a wanna-be king let a witchy woman burn his innocent daughter at the stake while her up-til-then indifferent mother finally evinces a motherly instinct with a howl of despair. From there, we're taken to a crazy scene in Mereen where Daenerys, mother of dragons, is "entertained" by death matches in a crowded colosseum. All goes well until the Sons of the Harpy come out, giving first Jorah Mormont an opportunity to redeem himself, and then Drogon the Dragon. The final scene, where Daenerys flies off on the back of her dragon, was way too Disney for me. But the dragons work for me in this Universe in a way that the White Walkers don't quite. Game of Thrones lends itself perfectly to being watched while stoned, though I don't know that I would've smoked up had I known a little girl was going to be burned at the stake in this episode.


For linking purposes this article's URL is:
http://asecular.com/blog.php?150607

feedback
previous | next