So, I chat with AFKS yesterday about Disturbed coming to Brookings, a short drive, on November 25th. He can't go. Because they're going to be in China picking up their baby.

Now, here's where it gets weird.

He took one look at the picture of her, cried to himself for a few minutes, and suddenly everything fell into place, the world is wonderful, life is grand, he's gonna be a daddy, and it's terrific.

Anyone remembering the teeth-gnashing and screaming matches described here over the past seven years will see something fishy in the above. I have my theories, the least kind being he was doing his usual over-the-top bullshit emotional response to anything remotely scary and making everyone around him miserable in the process until he realized it's inevitable and then suddenly he's fine. He's done it before. He'll likely do it again. But if that IS what happened, I need to have a chat with him. Kids do scary shit ALL THE TIME. And if he's gonna flip his stuff every time she scares him, she's gonna end up walking on eggshells her entire life.

There are other possibilities. He's relieved Mrs. AFKS will finally stop screaming at him every second of every day about the maybe/maybe not coming baby. He's happy that she's finally happy. Relief. Several other possibilities, but knowing him, I'm betting on it being his usual bullshit reactionary over-the-topness and his complete inability to analyze his own feelings on anything until it's (almost) too late.

Any way you look at it, something's off in his reaction. I don't want to discourage him, but things feel wrong. He said most of his other friends have already chewed his ass, so I pretty much just said congrats and left it at that for now. But he made his wife's life a living fucking hell for the past seven years, with constant escalation. And while she wasn't exactly decent about it, if this is his reaction in the end, there was no reason at all for it.

Bleh.

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Mrs. NFB and I took the bike out to do our Saturday errands. It was a little chilly so we stayed on surface streets until after lunch when we finally broke it out on the interstate. Mrs. NFB said when we stopped she felt like screaming, "YEAH! WOOHOO!" when I got on it on the on-ramp. She says I'm finally really pouring it on when she's on with me and it was just SUPER FUN. I thanked her for not yelling because then I probably would have thought something was wrong and slowed down right as we hit the main part of the road.

She also thinks our house is bugged because Mom and Mr. Mom answered a bunch of questions we had brought up a few days ago just between us. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that what they answered were perfectly logical questions about how his business is doing with the weirdness in the economy right now and mom's surgery crap. No, no, we must be bugged. That's it.

I should mention that she's been a little under the weather and taking some good meds for it, so this may or may not have something to do with how amusing she was this weekend.

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We have a Netgear print server at home. It sucks.

Well, that's not true. The print server is fine. It's the documentation that sucks.

The print queues are set up as L1 or L2. But, according to the documentation, the print queues are set up as P1 or P2. Unfortunately, I go so long in between setups on it that I forget that, and there's only one computer that uses the printer attached to it and it's typically a system reload so I don't have anywhere to consult on how to set it up.

It took me all day to remember this. I kept going through the steps, over and over, thinking I missed something. I didn't miss anything. They were just blatantly WRONG in the documentation.

By the time I finally got it taken care of, I'd lost another Sunday to useless crap I don't even care about. I was not amused.

Mrs. NFB tried to get me to vent about it after it was all over, but I just kept saying, "it's fine." It wasn't fine, but it was a job for her so I let it go. Because that's how I am. If I had worked on it that long for someone else, I would have bitched. But it was for her.

She said, "you gave up another Sunday."

"It's fine." *SHRUG*

"But that's two Sundays in a row!"

"It's fine."

"But you planned on sitting and reading all day today."

"It's fine."

In the end, I stayed up late and finished the book I wanted to finish anyway. So, nyah print server. Nyah.

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At dinner Saturday, Mr. Mom and I were talking about something our chiros have done involving an electronic machine that causes muscle tensing and relaxation in pulses to help loosen knots. It's actually somewhat interesting the way it works, but mom got ALL SORTS of worked up about it because she's never had it done.

Finally, seeing that look on her face, I said, "THERE'S A MEDICAL PROCEDURE YOU HAVEN'T HAD DONE?! YOU'D BETTER GO RIGHT NOW!"

Everybody else laughed. Mom looked like she was thinking about it.

Mrs. NFB said later she's never seen that look on my mom's face before. I said I have. That's the "collecting medical procedures" look. She's hearing about one she hasn't heard of before, and it's driving her insane that they haven't done it to her. She'll find a way to make it happen now, just because she has to know the details of it. That's just the way it works.

Enough. Outz.