Back during the FIFA World Cup, I got tired of hunting places playing the games. I didn't have cable and had no interest in paying to watch. So, I went out and bought an antenna and connected it directly to the TV.

Fast forward a few months later, my wife was tired of looking at the precariously balanced antenna and asked me to move it. As temps had finally dropped, I went into the attic and installed the thing. Ran the cable around the beams and down a tube into the house. Got the idea to buy a splitter so I could share the antenna between the main TVs.

First thing I watched were the final 15 minutes of ST:TNG season 2, episode 9, The Measure of a Man. RIP Sir Patrick Stewart.

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[–] 4 points 1 week ago (1 child)

Make damn sure your soffit vents don't get covered. The jackass who did this right before I bought the house jam packed all of them. I had zero airflow in my attic and had to crawl around clearing the soffits vents and reattaching the styrofoam baffels.

Trying to find beams and army crawl through thick blown in insulation to every edge of my roof was the worst experience. Would be a great torture for a SAW movie.

Anyhow now I have fantastic airflow! But all that could have been avoided if he didn't overdo the edges and fuck up the baffles.

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