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Aug. 15th, 2005 12:04 pmSo. I've watched a lot of CSI and read a lot of murder mysteries, I know my way around a crime procedural.
Show of hands who thinks I can get away with fratricide?
I mean, if I kill him, I get all his stuff....
In all seriousness, dude. His computer hasn't been working since the beginning of August. He hasn't told our mum. Why? Well, he thought he could find someone at school who would fix the fact that his hard drive has been completely wiped. The only reason he told me is that I insisted he check his mail RIGHT NOW because I'd just had someone mail him his class schedule. He thinks he caught a virus; it wouldn't be the first time, as Bernard is not so much savvy with the not opening suspicious mail and not downloading suspicious files. It would be the first time the damage was irreparable, though.
Now, he didn't stop to consider the fact that it is nearly impossible to attend school, even high school, without some form of access to a computer when he made the decision not to tell anyone. Too much research is digitised now, too much goes out over email, and too many assignments are required to be typed. It was nearly impossible to get by without a computer when I went to high school, and that was seven years ago.
Oh, did I mention school starts for him the day after tomorrow?
This is why I loathe living at home; Bernard takes actions which infuriate our mother, and she is incapable of containing and focusing her rage so that only Bernard is punished for what Bernard did. Most of it he can't even help; he has Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism which in his particular case impedes his connection of cause to effect and impairs his ability to understand appropriate social behaviour and complicated, nonverbal emotional cues like body language and vocal tone.
The problem is that I could be teaching him a boatload of behavioural modification, which I am fully capable of doing seeing as how I'm around him twelve hours a day and I've done twice the research on Asperger's Syndrome that anyone else in the family has done. I've already effectively gotten him to do his chores and bathe regularly without complaining for the first time in his life, not to mention figuring out his obsession with salting his food (I won't even go there). But I'm not allowed to, because it's "not my job to be the parent", never mind the fact that I have effectively been his parent anyway since I was twelve years old. So I'm yelled at for things he does, and yelled at for trying to stop him from doing them. You can see why I'm miserable here and living on nerves, ne?
The deepest irony is that Lucky not only works for Dell Computers but just got a large dividend check from his mother (this would be the infamous Mama Ticky of story and song) which he would be more than happy to spend on computer stuff, as he is the ultimate computer geek. And, for the last two weeks, he has been constantly asking us if we know anyone who needs a new computer because he just got a thirty-percent-off coupon from his employer.
Anyhow, we've managed to smooth Mum over by telling her it only broke this morning, and that poor old Vaio's been dying for a year anyway. Bernard can use my old laptop (retired when I got Shiny New Silver Inspiron) until his new one arrives, and then he is forbidden from ever downloading anything ever again.
You'd all give me an alibi, right guys?
Show of hands who thinks I can get away with fratricide?
I mean, if I kill him, I get all his stuff....
In all seriousness, dude. His computer hasn't been working since the beginning of August. He hasn't told our mum. Why? Well, he thought he could find someone at school who would fix the fact that his hard drive has been completely wiped. The only reason he told me is that I insisted he check his mail RIGHT NOW because I'd just had someone mail him his class schedule. He thinks he caught a virus; it wouldn't be the first time, as Bernard is not so much savvy with the not opening suspicious mail and not downloading suspicious files. It would be the first time the damage was irreparable, though.
Now, he didn't stop to consider the fact that it is nearly impossible to attend school, even high school, without some form of access to a computer when he made the decision not to tell anyone. Too much research is digitised now, too much goes out over email, and too many assignments are required to be typed. It was nearly impossible to get by without a computer when I went to high school, and that was seven years ago.
Oh, did I mention school starts for him the day after tomorrow?
This is why I loathe living at home; Bernard takes actions which infuriate our mother, and she is incapable of containing and focusing her rage so that only Bernard is punished for what Bernard did. Most of it he can't even help; he has Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism which in his particular case impedes his connection of cause to effect and impairs his ability to understand appropriate social behaviour and complicated, nonverbal emotional cues like body language and vocal tone.
The problem is that I could be teaching him a boatload of behavioural modification, which I am fully capable of doing seeing as how I'm around him twelve hours a day and I've done twice the research on Asperger's Syndrome that anyone else in the family has done. I've already effectively gotten him to do his chores and bathe regularly without complaining for the first time in his life, not to mention figuring out his obsession with salting his food (I won't even go there). But I'm not allowed to, because it's "not my job to be the parent", never mind the fact that I have effectively been his parent anyway since I was twelve years old. So I'm yelled at for things he does, and yelled at for trying to stop him from doing them. You can see why I'm miserable here and living on nerves, ne?
The deepest irony is that Lucky not only works for Dell Computers but just got a large dividend check from his mother (this would be the infamous Mama Ticky of story and song) which he would be more than happy to spend on computer stuff, as he is the ultimate computer geek. And, for the last two weeks, he has been constantly asking us if we know anyone who needs a new computer because he just got a thirty-percent-off coupon from his employer.
Anyhow, we've managed to smooth Mum over by telling her it only broke this morning, and that poor old Vaio's been dying for a year anyway. Bernard can use my old laptop (retired when I got Shiny New Silver Inspiron) until his new one arrives, and then he is forbidden from ever downloading anything ever again.
You'd all give me an alibi, right guys?
