Spent the weekend helping my housemate work on his retail space. For those of you who haven’t yet heard, said housemate is opening a game store in Oakland (a more formal announcement is forthcoming). I may have said this already, but, half the store was painted pink by the previous tenant. Bright pink. The acoustic tile ceiling was painted pink as well. “Pink,” dixit Aaron, “is anathema to your average wargamer.” So the weekend was spent masking the windows and protecting the carpet and swabbing the walls with tri-sodium phosphate and again with vinegar and finally painting the walls. During which I found out something that hints at the deeper meaning behind the universe, something I should have suspected all along: those paint can openers they give you at the hardware store? it also doubles as a church key.