I don't smoke. I never drank much, and even now I only get obliterated about twice a year, max. I don't do the drug thing, aside from really enjoying when I get some good pankillers or muscle relaxers from a doctor. But we've all got to find some way to take a few years off our lives every once in a while.

I guess the metal concert is my way.

Very stiff today. Stiffer than yesterday in some ways, though my legs aren't nearly as itchy and restless.

Mrs. NFB reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze at some point yesterday afternoon. I said, calmly, "please don't do that. Touch, fine, squeeze, not so much."

"Why not?"

"Because my hand hurts."

"Why does it hurt?"

"Because I spent three hours beating my closed fist against a steel barricade plate."

"Why the hell would you do that?"

"I don't know. Seemed a good idea at the time."

"I may forbid you from going to anymore concerts."

"That'd be a good way to make sure I find one to go to every weekend."

I got the look, but hey, I've got to have my one real rage outlet. I think twice a year is OK. If I were doing it all the time, I could see why she would want to forbid me. Twice a year? Yeah, no.

Found out later she was only joking anyways, but she didn't like my response. Well, you know, I don't joke about da muzak. Except when da muzak is da joke.

We're all figured out now, but there was tension for a moment or two.

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Projects, projects. If I get to the point where I think I can spend a couple hours on the shitty chair I have out in the shop, I'll probably get further than breaking things down on my model project in the coming days.

I keep almost getting there, and then getting paranoid I'm gonna turn into my dad. When he had a project, he came home, ate, changed, and went to the garage only coming in several hours after mom had went to bed.

He always had a project.

I don't want to be that guy. So I prevent myself from getting very in depth in a personal project just to prevent myself from getting too into it and losing touch with everything else that matters.

This self realization has helped me prepare myself to tackle this self-defeatist attitude towards personal projects. This week, we see if I can put it to the test. I've discussed it with Mrs. NFB and she's helping me find ways to balance. I've told her, if it seems to get out of whack, say something.

We'll see how it goes.

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Minor fanboi content ahead, though it's mostly a story about a guy that's a complete toolbag acting on behalf of what he considered the fandom's perspective.

Some stupid Transformers fanboi got himself a gig as an extra in Transformers 2 as "dude who eats a burger" or some shit like that. Now, this isn't your average, "I've always liked Transformers" guy. No, no, this is one of the douchebags that's spent the last year saying that Michael Bay should have been aborted to prevent the travesty of him touching the Transformers franchise. The type of guy that's spent countless hours on message boards talking about his childhood being raped, felt up, and otherwise assaulted by Michael Bay's horrible movie. So much so that even the other folks who hated the movie are embarrassed to be on the same side of the argument as this guy.

So, his grand plan was to get on as an extra in TF2, corner Michael Bay somewhere on set, and edumacate Michael about "real Transformers."

So, douchebag gets his bit part. And if any of you have ever known anyone that's had a bit part in a movie or TV show as an extra, you know how restrictive the contract is. You don't speak until spoken to, and you never, EVAR approach anyone with anything more than, "where's the fucking bathroom," and that can only be said to the lowest of the lowest of the low on the film crew.

So, buttpipe starts spouting off on fan boards about how awesome he is for this bit part, and talking about having supper with Megan and Shia, which is about as likely as the Dallas Cowgirls dropping by my neighborhood in a van that has "FREE BLOWJOBS" painted on the side. But I digress.

So, he's broken his NDAs by talking about set details and wardrobe details and the like.

Then, by some miracle of the fates, the little shit corners Michael Bay on set at a point in time where he was trying to get five minutes alone to gather his thoughts and starts throwing down the fanboi gauntlet. It took only moments for security to catch him, even less time for on set security to turn him over to the local police for harassment and some lesser charges.

Here's where it goes ever curvier.

He goes online and starts deleting the posts he made that violated his NDA. Then he threatens to sue the board administrators for not deleting the threads. Then he threatens to sue his agent for not telling him what was in the contract.

Then, he grows silent for a day.

Then, suddenly, he turns up with tickets he purchased in a different city at around the time a man was escorted off the set by police. He now claims he was never hired in a bit part for the movie at all, and that he was working on a different film in a different city on the day they were filming in the city he originally claimed he was going to be filming his scene for TF2 in.

But now he's trying to sue any board that has reported any of this because it's all "libel."

Here's the best part of all of this. Michael Bay took the weirdest of the weird that happened to him with TF1 and used it as funny anecdotes about how completely insane Transformers fans are. This dude has become Michael Bay's new representation of "Transformers fan."

To quote one of my good online acquaintances on another board: "This is why we can't have nice things."

I doubt there will be any more self-proclaimed "fans" hired as bit part actors if they admit they are fans up front. Way to ruin it for those that actually could have enjoyed it for what it was dumbass.

Hey, lunchtime. Laterz.