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Everyone in my house has the plague. I woke up this morning to stumble to the bathroom only to find it covered in vomit. This is the part in the zombie films where we start dying like flies and reanimating with a hunger for braaaains.

In other news: my brother and I started watching I, Claudius, which is so our favorite two episodes in that I am about to shamble out to get the other disks from the library. DO NOT SPOIL US. I mean, other than obviously, rocks fall and so does Rome. We want to be surprised when our favorite BBC actors show up.

My brother has a crush on Livia, I think. My brother has excellent taste.

Also, because I'm sick, I've been watching Star Trek fanvids all day long. Here are my new favorites:

( Behind a cut. )

Ted Kennedy.

I was having an awesome day. As true blue Democrats (except for my mother), we are all very crushed. (But no so crushed that the second thing my brother said, after a truly heartfelt sniffle and open jaw of shock was: "Dude, we all just scored on deadpool.")

My awesome day: I went to life drawing session at the CAC with Abby and her friend Tyler, who is pretty awesome and I'm glad to have met him. It was a very serious class, I did some good work despite being starving. After, her mom took us out for Blueberry Hill which was totally perfect since I had skipped dinner to make it to the session in time.

Wow, haven't posted in a while. So. This is what I've been up to: on Friday I went to a gallery show - LVSK8 iii, it was excellent btw. Then went to Karaoke at Dino's with Lauren McCubbin and her Feminist Drinking Club. Got kinda liquored up so we all dried out across the street at White Cross (om nom nom fried potatoes) and then came home and stayed up FAR too late obsessing over the Iranian protest situation. I don't think I went to bed until about 6am.

I'm sure you all have seen the horrible video of Neda, right? Right. It's terrible but beautiful. I don't know how to explain - some reflexive American sense of patriotism that dying for freedom is the best death or something. (Though obviously, it would be better were she and all the others to live.)

Because I've been staying up late, my times sleeping and waking are getting really erratic. It doesn't help that my little brother is basically nocturnal and after he gets tired of PvP on XBox live he comes to my room and we puddle up and gorge ourselves sick on Star Trek. We're actually watching it faster than I can write reviews, so I think I'm going to stop doing them unless we have actually interesting thoughts.

When I'm NOT obsessing over Star Trek and Iranian politics, I've been doing art. I'm launching the project I've been working on over at anbaric_art on Monday, so please friend it and spread the word. It's 106 illustrations, one for every woman in Boccaccio's "On Famous Women".

Oh, and I have a job interview on Monday. Please think good thoughts; I have to land one of these someday, right? It could be this one!

This time, with the added perspective of my fourteen year old brother, who has never seen much of the latter-day franchise.

( Transfigurations )

( Best of Both Worlds, pt.1 )

( So then we watched the Tribble episodes. )

( Take Me Out to the Holosuite )

So, life moves on.

This Bruce Sterling article ought to scare the pants off you if you love the internet - the way I love the internet. Oy.

In other news: the only reason I dragged myself out of bed yesterday, besides the yard sale, was that my brother went to some Halo tournament. He had pre-ordered Halo Wars with some mixture of allowance and sell-back games. He ended up beating the tar out of a bunch of adults. (I don't have the heart to tell him that gaming is all downhill from thirteen.) Grand prize: free copy of Halo Wars. So he has fifty bucks in store credit now. I asked for Katamari for Wii, but he'll probably blow it on something else, because we love each other ... but maybe not that much.

I'm proud of him though.

1. Took my mom and brother to Red Rock.

We climbed around Calico Hills, sorta, because even though my mom lost a zillion pounds to CAAAAANCER she's still out of shape and heavy. My mom is funny, "Red Rock is only fifteen minutes from the house?" WHO KNEW. If she's gonna make me walk around with her for exercise, I'd rather walk around in nature than the neighborhood.

'Cause walking in the neighborhood is not actually a pleasant fun distraction when you do it several times a week to, you know, get to the bus stop. Just saying!

2. Had Mexican food at Red Rock the Casino

My dad's bff's husband is in the hospital, which is a bummer, but she gave us a comp to the Mexican place because it was going to expire. It was pleasantly not shitty, but I ate too much due to having been quite the scamp at the park.

3. Tutored my brother in art class.

He can't draw and his coursebook doesn't understand what it's supposed to be teaching but it's okay because I'm the one who signs the grade sheet. Ha ha ha.

This coursework is seriously too hard for him, though, because there's no textbook and he's not taking art history on top of it, so how on earth was he supposed to figure out triangular composition on his own? Sticking an 8th grader in front of a Raphael and telling them to 'draw something a bit like this' is probably a good recipe to frustration.

Nevada Unemployment Office swamped, really terribly sorry about it.

I'm gonna try again tomorrow since Thursday is a slow day and I don't have class 'till two. Cross your fingers? It would be nice if my mom didn't have to pay for all my books.

Tomorrow's class is one I have to add in, it's the Screenwriting one which is also the only one I REALLY REALLY REALLY want to take. Cross your fingers that I get in, and that my desire to take it doesn't jinx it to failure. That happens to me a lot.

Check out some awesome Watchmen stuff here. The Dr. Manhattan + fake!Moon Landing one is my favorite.

Also, sign this petition to tell the RSC you'd really like Tennant's Hamlet on DVD. Really important and relevant to today's interest, since Hamlet's one of the plays I have to do in 'Structure and Analysis' class.

I now have to figure out how my brother's distance/online school thing works, because my mom is too crazy to do it. I kind of didn't really want to take up the responsibility, but I guess if I have to do homework I can help my brother with his at the same time. They sent him a whole bunch of boxes with cool shit in it - tons of books and a printer and art supplies. Kind of nifty, not sure why anyone would let their kids go to shit Las Vegas public junior high when you could get this set up.

ETA: I forgot! This Dinosaur RAPE comic that was posted on scans_daily made my night. Guys. A guy shape-changes into a raptor because if he breeds with them he will somehow ensure the survival of the species. Despite being in the 80s, the artist gets the birds=dinosaurs meme, and even gives them proper feathers, but FORGETS TO DRAW KILLING CLAWS ON A DROMEOSAURIDE.

Fail. I mean. It's a comic about a guy who shapechanges into a raptor to rape her, though, so why am I so whiny?

Well, I've been kind of neglecting my little brother so I went and got hamburgers with him, and then we watched the Doctor Who Confidential. My brother immediately mocked the way new Doctor Matt Smith does his hair -- for he has the same emo haircut but doesn't put so much 'mousse and crap' in his hair.

I was going to write about money problems, but it's so much easier to pretend I don't have them. Except when it effects other people, that's less than good.

My dad got me a silver 't' necklace from Tiffany. This is actually a step up from usual, when he gets me cheap mexican silver.

I was all, 'aw... that's nice.' It's going back to Tiffany's tomorrow, though, because ... because, dammit, who the fuck knows me and gets me Tiffany's? Also because I never got around to pawning last year's jewelry and now I dunno where it went. Seriously. I was all, 'dammit, this should have gone to some daughter out there who would like this, like Elizabeth.'

I took one look at it and knew it was going back because even though it's probably the least annoying thing at Tiffany's he could have picked out, it's on the world's most thin silver chain. Breathing on it makes me afraid I'll break it.

My brother got a 50 dollar game card from Game Crazy, because I was there to help and convinced my dad not to buy a number of cheap shitty games, so my brother admits he got off better than I did.

Actual discussion:

My brother: (vaguely disappointed) I thought I was getting the Doctor Who Dalek Arc set.
Me: (uncomfortable) Well, I tried to point him that way, but ...
My brother: But at least I can pick out whatever. We can take the necklace back and get Daleks?
Me: True.

Later, my brother: You know what jewelry I would have helped him pick out and you woulda liked it?
Me: What?
My brother: A silver fobwatch with a T on it.
Me: OH YEAH, that would have been awesome. *sigh*

My brother: Sam Seaborne is like Rose Tyler.
Me: *chokes on pomegranate seed* They're nothing alike!
My brother: They're both boring and useless. That makes them alike.

Apple. Tree.

Also: my driving test is tomorrow. I don't know how to parallel park. (And remain unconvinced this is a skill I need for driving in Las Vegas.)