My buddy Greg and I went on a long adventure this morning, trying to find places that were open on Easter. This is heathen Oregon, and everywhere we went was open. Anah at the he Industrial Cafe even talked us into drinking early in the morning. Harbor Freight, Home Depot, and even a couple of OLCC Liquor Stores were open.

I spent most of the afternoon pulling TV cable through the attic and when I was finished I found out that the cable was really meant for direct burial and was full of sticky goo. This slowed me down a bit and I have to figure out how to strip the cable properly. I’ve been told that I need trichloroethylene to clean off the goo and that’s going to be a hassle that my liver won’t appreciate.

Speaking of liver, I went off to get dinner after finding the goo, and I met a friend at the pub as I was eating. She introduced me to her boyfriend, who is probably 10 years her junior. She’s probably 10 years younger than me, so that means I spent several hours talking guns with a bunch of 20-something cooks. I shouldn’t complain, because I had a good time, but 20-somethings with guns are different than 40-somethings with guns. Either way, an amusing evening and I got to avoid thinking about the goo I have to deal with soon, unless I don’t want TV.