seiberwing: (Ham and Cheese)
My grandmother (old, mobility/hearing issues, mild memory problems, and also an all around personality disordered hard to deal with jerkface) was in Fleischman's in the Catskills, where there was a lot of flooding. Her motel is "gone", as she put it (EDIT: no seriously this thing is floating down main street it is not even attached to the ground anymore), and she was evacuated to somewhere arts and cultural. As of my mom's last text "Gran evac'd to music conservatory nr ski resort so much higher ground. She is laying down talking to a friend, okay for now". However, the roads are flooded so we have no idea when or how she's going to get out.

My parents' current plan to throw my autistic brother in the trunkbackseat and drive up there (15 hours from Knoxville, TN) as soon as the roads are clear, since renting a car after flying into LaGuardia is going to be next to impossible. I'm on standby to catch a plane to LGA, if needed, and take care of my brother at her apartment while my parents take care of Grandma. We're not worried about her safety, more the mechanics of getting her back to her apartment in Queens. If she'd just stayed in the city this summer like we all told her to this would not have happened.

If anyone has any ideas, resources, cars, or psychic powers that might help us out, it would be deeply appreciated.
seiberwing: (Latin)
I am watching The Magic School Bus with my little brother. We are bonding.

So far children have been turned into bats, a parent-teacher conference has been held at night in a creaking castle, and a semi-sentient bus has entered a B-movie in order to save the class lizard from being eaten by a giant praying mantis. And we've only seen two episodes. I forgot how cracked out this show was in all the best ways.
seiberwing: (Ow.)
We have a heat wave moving in, constant storms (which blew all our stuff off the dock a day ago) haven't made a dent in the heat already present, and our A/C for the entire upstairs just broke. Going downstairs is like descending into a dark and cool cave in comparison to the humid hotbox is that is the living space of the house.

I think this is the first time I've felt mildly grateful for the deli cooler.

For those of you wishing to stay cool vicariously, I recommend the Cryostasis and Metro 2033 LPs by the ironically hapless and eternally comedic Helloween. The games themselves are very atmospheric but Helloween's vaguely British commentary just makes it cold gold.
seiberwing: (Hail Hydra!)
This week is less frustrating than I thought it would be. Dad's getting a little overattached to my search for a laptop--he finds a study relating to the various reliabilities of laptops and pushes for Asus despite it being a lot more expensive in the size/shape I want despite the relatively similar reliabilities of the brands. I think I've found my baby, though, I'll snoop about for the best price on it. Dad favors this one, but it's a little more expensive despite being a pretty color. I want it in my hands by the end of the week, ideally, or at least to have ordered it in the next few days, four days in Chicago without an internet port is not worth thinking about.

In money news I've sold a pair of my schoolbooks, so that's another about a hundred in my pocket. Earning money's a pleasant feeling, I'm a bit tired of feeling like Gumshoe every time I get my paycheck and if I don't do better by next week (one person is quitting, another just stopped showing up so that's voluntary termination, so fewer people is more hours for me) I may just up and ask for more.

Also Rath sends me things, like pretty diaphonous scarves with bells on the end. Of course, since it was my birthday present and it's now a blazingly hot June moving into a worse July I may not get to show it off as much as I'd like, but it's still very pretty and blue.
seiberwing: (Safeword)
Things that are awesome:

-[livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion, for obvious reasons and for giving me a reason to actually explore this strange town rather than just living in it.

-Zombieland. [livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion made a brief review of it here and I agree with his assessment of it. In full disclosure I am not an expert on zombie movies or survival horror in general, my limit on such things is Shaun of the Dead. However, I felt Zombieland took the isolation, fear, and despair one normally associates with the zombie scenario and flipped it around to make a zombie movie about togetherness and hope in the face of the end of the world as we know it. The comedy is great without having to resort to sex or toilet humor (well, mostly), the characters are likable, and the more melancholy aspects are touching rather than maudlin. It seems to be too late for one to catch it in theaters and I only barely saw it at the Dollar Movie, but I'd at least rent it on DVD if you can't bring yourself to buy it.

-Sherlock Holmes (2009). If you like action movies, particularly with a Victorian/mild steampunk aesthetic, go see this movie. If you like Sherlock Holmes, go see this movie. If you like buddy-cop dynamics with affection that teases the line between bromance and outright slash, go see this movie. If you don't like any of these things I'm not sure what you're doing on my flist, but go see this movie anyway. [livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion also reviewed it in depth, although warnings for a minor spoiler in the comments. I would say that the major plot is a little ridiculous and convoluted nearly to Dan Brown degrees at times, but it's not so bad that it ruined the movie and the mediocrity. The characters and character interactions make up for it fully. I've seen a lot of people saying this is one of the more faithful depictions of Sherlock Holmes and Watson that they've seen in a while and I certainly agree on the Watson aspect. He's more of a partner than a sidekick and it's a position he well deserves. Even the minor characters like Lestrade have their own charm and wit--in fact, the villain is really the only character who I didn't care for. He rates low on the Large Ham scale of awesome vs. annoying (also known as the Tim Curry scale), but he has the good decency to stay out of the way most of the time so we can focus on the actually interesting characters. It's fun, in a way that doesn't imply that it is so brainless that it can only be described as 'fun'.

-Psychonauts, specifically for the PC. Yahtzee gives a more professional description, but I can fully argue that this is one of the best games I've had the pleasure to play. The story at its vaguest is your average 'child with special powers who is more powerful than the other children with special powers must save world from strange and dark evil', but the exact nature of the evil and what one most do to combat the evil is where the real fun parts come in (with a goodly measure of crack, I found myself saying things like "I need to climb on the meat in order to catch the imaginary chicken the next time it floats by" with a complete lack of irony). I'm not just saying this because I double majored in fictional psychology and videogames as a creative medium, there is something inherently awesome in a game where one can set things on fire with one's mind and bounce to abnormally high levels while navigating a twisted 1950s neighborhood infested with secret agents and girl scouts inside the mind of a schizophrenic security guard. It's not a really hard game bar the nightmarish final level, the real trouble comes in the form of pinpoint jumping puzzles and that goddamn camera that never seems to focus where I want to go unless I manually turn it around. Besides that it's a lot of fun to play, the plot is great, and I'd recommend it to anyone with an available console or a computer that can download it from GameStop.

-Coffee flavored mousse.

-Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. [livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion described it as a sort of miniature Las Vegas, with glittering lights and strange buildings and overpriced but still awesome entertainment--and here we'd only gone up there to make pilgrimage to the world's largest knife showplace and confirm that Dollywood actually existed.

-The Tennessee Aquarium, in scenic Chattanooga. Well, aquariums, they've built a saltwater one now in addition to the freshwater one and they're both awesome amounts of aquatic goodness. There are cuttlefish that stare at you and a sleepy giant octopus and a butterfly garden and you can pet stingrays and it's awesome.

-My parents. Just becanse.
seiberwing: (Carter's Mind)
[livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion accompanied my parents and me to a small tree-trimming gathering at our neighbor's house. It was nice, there was wine and cheese and enough ornaments on that tree that I'm surprised it didn't collapse under its own weight, but it also contained our host's mother.

We shook hands, and then I had the bad judgement to introduce [livejournal.com profile] lonescorpion with "And this is Mikki--"

To which she happily responded "Seiber! Well done!"

After that I was careful to go with "This is my friend, Mikki." Although even if we had been dating that was a seriously bizarre thing to say.
seiberwing: (Happy 'con!)
A note here--no pictures were actually taken during the service. Due to Shabbat regulations I couldn't take them until after the sun went down and we did havdalah. Anything seen here is a recreation. I did also have some pictures of David doing the practice service but I can't find where I put them right now.

After havdalah, of course, I couldn't keep my hands off the camera. )
seiberwing: (Hail Hydra!)
OOOOMG.

Was my bar mitzvah this chaotic? I know it didn't involve David version II and his entire family and Granma in the same house at once. Also less clothing trouble I just had a purple caftan with gold trim and looked like a ninny and running around trying to find the right clothing and my talis seems to have vanished and and...aagh. It's utter madness right now.

And David version II won't shut the hell up and he's so damn loud. I want to go curl up under my blanket for the next few hours, not go off to the synagogue and have to talk to people. And my brother will be dancing and it will be silly.

Damn proud of him, mind, I just don't want to dance to "Walk the Dinosaur".

Oh, Dad.

Aug. 14th, 2009 12:21 pm
seiberwing: ('Con support)
I HAS A FERNY. FOR THREE BUCKS. Admittedly he's missing some of his ant legs and if he had a gun he certainly doesn't have one now, but it's still Inferno in his sexconfusing blenderbutted glory.

Me: So yeah, Transformers is basically car marketing waiting to happen.
Dad: So are there any hybrid Transformers?
Me: I...dunno? Maybe?
Dad: They'd have to see if they could mate a small car and a vacuum cleaner.
Me: ...I guess? Put on some soft music, lock them in a room, come back in a week and you have a hybrid.
Dad: You can use that in one of your stories, if you want.
Me: ...

Combine this with the fact that my mom thinks the US Air Force symbol looks like the Decepticon insignia and I think I've corrupted my whole family.
seiberwing: (Snooze)
For those who don't know me too well, my little brother has mild autism. One of the things he likes to do is "chatter", which usually involves wandering around talking to himself about whatever's on his mind (with permission and by himself, of course, he understands it's not exactly appropriate around other people). From what he's told me and what I've heard of him doing it, it's basically the equivalent of messing around with one's headcast, just out loud.

And...occasionally into a weird area. Yesterday my mother asked my brother why he was so upset.
Apparently, he was upset that the Hundred Acre Woods caught on fire and Kanga and Roo's house was burned up. So now Roo is an orphan being raised by Aladar (from Dinosaur) and Aladar's teaching him how to survive in the wild. Mom was rather horrified that something like this would actually happen on a kid's show, but David reassured her that it was only happening in his chattering and not on the TV show.

Good, thinks my mom. So, what will happen to Roo? David isn't sure what happens next, which is why he wants to go back to chattering so he can find out.

Freaky? Yes, but it's better than a lot of Kingdom Hearts fanfic. We really do wonder where he gets this stuff sometimes, but it's rather nicely creative even if it does get a bit weirdly dark sometimes. My mom's even encouraged him to start writing it down, but he prefers to keep it all up inside his head--I think he's a bit embarrassed by it. Still, I think it's kinda cool he can get this complex, epic world together and get emotionally attached to it.

It's still a pretty weird fantasy life, though. In the clean sense; discussing my brother's other weird fantasy life would take a whole 'nother post and me trying to remember exactly how I explained to my parents what a "furry" was.

Mrgle.

Mar. 2nd, 2008 05:20 pm
seiberwing: (Democracy)
I've argued several times with my mother and somehow it's all my fault, my brother's had a meltdown over not being able to get a book at Mr. K's, my dad tried to talk me into going to see my gran when I'm not exactly in the best of conditions to do it, and I'm no longer at liberty to leave my gum wrappers all over the place. Why do I come home again?

Oh, yeah. Free food.



A master's student at Georgetown is working on fan fiction for her thesis. There's a survey and she needs as many people from as many fandoms as possible to complete it so that the diversity of fan culture is represented.

If you have a minute, please check it out and send the link to your friends. The survey can be found at http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=1idSovixsYIF7EpKO2EGpQ_3d_3d .

I've agreed to help spread the word, but if you have any questions/concerns, you can email her at kem82 @ georgetown.edu.
seiberwing: (Wheelie)
Can I get a Tennessean check-in here? The tornados don't seem to have come as far east as Knoxville but I'd like to know that everyone's okay.
seiberwing: (Explanations)
He broke my door.

My brother broke my damn door down.

...perhaps I should back up a bit. I had a small argument with David this evening over how he needs to put his headphones in and stop singing when he's on the computer because it's bloody annoying. And he kinda...freaked.

So I rang up Mom. David took the phone away, talked to her for a bit, then hung up and refused to give me the phone back. Now me, I know this sort of thing when I see it, the threats of 'you'll be sorry' and the yelling are never good signs. So I snagged my cell phone and took off to go lock myself in the nearest room (his) as per procedure.

Didn't work, he knocked the door open and grabbed at my hands. So I made a few jokes and calming statements and managed to ease away. Went next door to my room next, properly locked the door--and he managed to break off that little bit of metal on the doorframe with one or two good slams. I had no idea he was that strong by now.

At this point I managed to distract him by talking about how strange it was that he'd actually managed to break the door down and how it was just like in cop shows where they bust into people's houses. The 'moment' seemed to have broken by then--David's outbursts of violence are usually fairly shortlived and wind up with him going self-pitying and begging that I not tell Mom, the problem is getting him up to that point without anything nasty happening--so I was fairly all right.

Turned out later that by some slipup he hadn't gotten his morning meds, which is probably why he went aggressive when he hasn't been like that in over a year and doesn't mean that I'm not still pissed off over the entire affair. Mom offered a chair and suggested I block up my room door since the lock slot didn't work exist and I blew her off. Seriously, I think I handled it fairly well and he didn't put a scratch on me, I don't need anything just in case he randomly wanders into my room in the middle of the night and decides to smother me with my stuffed whale puppet. I do still have teeth for to bite and knee for to make things uncomfortable.

Still. He took out my door. That's kinda freaky.
seiberwing: (Default)
Mikki, sorry I didn't get a chance to properly say goodbye to you. Snugs. Here's a picture of a puppy to make it up to you.

Boots, there is something very strange going on with the second HW&HD CD you made for me. Your labeling says it contains 11 tracks, while my attempts to rip the songs (such a violent term. Can we not clone the music instead?) to Windows Media Player show that there are 12 tracks. However, #11 will only go up to 53% ripped and then just...stop. It's like there's half of a phantom track somehow encoded into the CD and I'm finding it quite weird. Any ideas on this?

Rath, I have no idea what your stance is on Pratchett but if you ever do wander over that direction you might want to look into Soul Music. It just seems your thing. And it's got Death on a flying motorbike.

Pepper, I have at long last gotten to open your package and it's very shiny and fluffy. ...but, um, what is it? I'm putting yours together today, it should be flying off the first chance I get.

Koi...um...well, I haven't got anything directly to say to you but my parents send their regards.

And apparently my mum's now president elect of the local NAMI chapter because the president randomly stepped down earlier today. We fear.
seiberwing: (Lover)
Since I decided to stay another night at home before driving back tomorrow morning, my parents and I spent a while watching some of the family tapes that Dad's been transferring to DVDs for posterity before the tapes disintegrate into melted plastic rubbish.

Around late August/early September of 1991, there's a scene of me and my little brother playing around with my old plastic dollhouse and riding about on a fire truck. My younger short-haired self rushes to the scene of the blaze and quickly evacuates the people and the "giant baby" doll while my brother gnaws on assorted bits of furniture. After the 'fire' is put out, I return the people to the house. This would be nothing special if it wasn't for the fact that we only have that tape because it was the one in the video camera when we went up to New York a month later for our annual Christmas trip to Granma's place--during which our house caught fire and burned down in our absence. It was a touch spooky to watch, and in a way morbidly amusing.

Of course, that bit of unintended foreshadowing's nothing compared to watching my little brother back before he was about a year and a half old. My mother kept sighing a bit every time my brother came crawling up to the camera, smiling and babbling incessantly in what my parents thought was crude speech and sounded to me like complete dribble (the quality of the tapes wasn't that great). Thing is, David's crawling and reacting to the world like a completely normal child and the rest of us, like your average group of college students in a slasher flick, had absolutely no idea what was going to happen.

Towards the end Dad kept fast-forward towards the interesting parts and the images were pausing and jerking the way they do when they go too fast to simply be moving very quickly. There was a half-second still as we went through a sequence of him in the bathtub of my brother's face, gap-toothed and staring out almost aimlessly into space. It chilled me down to the core because this was the point in the record where we could see the autism starting to creep in, the point where the actions of the world stopped affecting him and he abruptly stopped talking altogether. It felt as if we were watching a depressing movie for the second or third time since we all knew what was going to happen eventually--but instead of being it a movie, it was our life.

I turned around a few minutes later and saw Mom dabbing at her eyes. We decided right around then that we'd watched enough cutesy family videos for the day and went to have dinner before Hogfather started.
seiberwing: (Internet Arguement)
Computer's gone comatose again, so I'm the one downstairs to hide from the upstairs Thanksgiving chaos. In the meanstwhile, I've been doing a lot of rather fun research for my report and bonding with my family.

Behold, my brother's first macro. He doesn't subscribe to the 'scavenger' T-rex theory. In return he found me this lovely music video for Dinosaur.

I've also noted that I have been neglectful in posting pictures from my last harvest holiday, so here's some photos I took while we were decorating the Sukkah during Sukkot.

Here I am putting up the plastic grapes. And hoping the ceiling doesn't fall in on me.

In this one I look like some sort of lemur that feeds on sukkah fruit. Hard, because what isn't plastic is wax.

I have no idea what sort of face this is. I wasn't the one taking the pictures.

Here's the inside more or less completed. The table's for drinks for the party later that night. And from another angle. And one more.

One extra shot here so you can see the strings of cherries, completely out of season.

Yes, those are duck lights along the front beam. This shot's of one of the 'walls'. A sukkah isn't allowed to have more than two real walls, but the hanging cloth makes a nice yet legal boundary.

And now I go to have breakfast and probably drafted into helping to cook. Lovely.

EDIT: And one of my mom setting up the table, because she is shiny.
seiberwing: (WTF?)
So an anchor from WATE came over to interview me and my mom this morning for a feature, and it was kinda cool. Mom answered a bunch of questions on what it was like having two kids with mental disorders (not that my brother and his issues aren't enough for three kids) and talked up the handbook she wrote for parents of children in the same situations. And damn if she doesn't deserve attention and praise for that, considering all the work she's done on it for the past two years and the grant managing and the staying up until four in the morning some nights trying to get it done in time.

Me, it was mostly "what was it like, when did you first know (Hint: When I scored high in a Reader's Digest quiz on depression), what's medication like, do you have any advice for other teens who have been newly diagnosed". Mom says I didn't do too bad.

It'll be airing on the first of next month, if anyone's curious. Not sure about the time yet.
seiberwing: (Munch and Tutuola)
I'm up in New York again, this time without backup. Flight up was uneventful, although I did get the terminal with the aerial vegetables again. Considering my parents did everything but pin my address to my jacket, I wasn't that surprised.

Upon my arrival, Granma promptly fed me and then took me out to a nail salon. My fingernails are now lilac and filed down mostly to the point of useless and my toenails are now a ghastly shade of grape popsicle purple because the color on the bottle never quite matches up to reality. Still, it seemed to make her happy so I went along with it.

Of course, there was then the obligatory showing me off to her friends like a little pet poodle the way she's done since I was old enough to be more than a sonagram. It's a grandparent thing, I think, and I don't really mind it as long as it's not too long and I don't have to sit through an hour of them talking about the most insignificant things ever (omfg I don't care that your super was rude to you, send him a nasty letter and change the subject because you've been talking about the man all damn evening!) and then turning right around and talking about each other being their backs when they go off to the bathroom. It's like high school, I swear.

Oh well. Got in another page of my paper, I suppose that's something.
seiberwing: (Kiss Me)
So I'm back home for Sukkot, after getting slightly lost twice on the way down from UNCA.

My brother's gained a few inches and his face has broken out in proper teenager zits; it's a bit strange to look at. However, he still sings along when he watches cartoons and is quite happy with me adding yet another transforming furries adult site to the filter's Block List to remove him from temptation (apparently an interest in Transformers porn runs in the family, just...different sorts of transformers).

I'm pretty sure Sukkot's one of my favorite Jewish holidays, mostly because decorating the sukkah is fun and there's just something very primordially entertaining about a harvest festival, which is basically exactly what it is with some Jewish trimming.

Shaking a three bound treebits and a piece of fruit around in all directions has a strangely good feel to it, and even the prayers or deeper meaning (almost everything in Judaism has at least two explanations behind it as to why we do it, with the real answer being 'it's traditional') aren't really as important as the ritual itself. You make your own reasons for it, or you just do it.

I like that.
seiberwing: (Snooze)
Yesterday was, perhaps, not the best of days.

First of all my brother's come home (for good this time) and brought his roommate David with him. David is rather like my brother, but louder and more annoying. He also narrates his Pokemon battles. Mom had me put a password on the computer itself and some filtering software to make sure they couldn't look at anything nasty because while I have a gay robot fetish, my brother seems to have developed an interest in furry pronz. Problem being is that she doesn't understand it and woke me up at nine am to do the following.

Me: *zzzmurblewaffles--* *is tugged out of bed*
Mom: We need the password to the internet.
Me: It's *****, I told you.
Mom: No, to the internet.
Me: There isn't a password to the internet, it's just for changing the setting on the internet filter.
Mom: No, the internet password.
Me: *zombieshuffles over to the computer in the next room and pokes at it* Okay, so what's the problem?
Mom: I need the internet password. I brought up Internet Explorer and it didn't--
Me: *blinkblink at the computer* Mom, this is MSN Explorer. This is an instant messenger program.
Mom: So where's the internet?
Me: *eyeroll* *clicks on Mozilla Firefox* *whaddyaknow, it works* Now go away. *shuffles back to bed*

My mom is technologically useless.

Besides that, I backed into a BMW in the Borders parking lot. I was pulling out and he was pulling out and our bumpers sort of bashed each other. At least was nice about it and all, and it was only a scrap and minor dent for his car. As for mine, I'm not even sure that that scuffed paint wasn't there before. *pets her built-strong Grand Am*

So we did the exchange of info thing and Dad called up the police to send a guy down to do a report on it and then drove down himself to help out. It was all actually pretty genial and the other guy even mentioned that there was a big silver truck parked next to me that blocked both our views. Dad figures it'll be a no-fault thing and we might not even hear from his insurance company on it.

Still, frazzling. And it would be a BMW instead of a Ford Taurus or something a little less pricey.

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