I have at least three fannish associations for las vegas

Tomorrow I am meeting my parents in Vegas -- VEGAS! I have never been; I fully expect it to be surreal and absurd -- and I am mostly delighted about this, though I still haven't quite regained my voice from the Adam Lambert concert. I can at least function for short bursts for things like calling a cab, but more than that is beyond me.

Yesterday's email from my dad, re: Heroes:

Just in case it matters (since you said you're bringing disks), I've gotten through episode 14 or 15 (of 23 in the first season) and am about to feed my addiction again tonight. Claire has just realized that her real parents are selfish pricks and Mohinder has just met Sylar in Virginia Beach and watched him melt a toaster. (Spoiler! To get their names right, I just looked on IMDB and discovered that Sylar appears in sixty episodes, which means that he's not going to die soon.) I expect that Vegas is a pit of decadence. And it doesn't help that lots of nasty things in Heroes happen there. But at least Zion will be nice.

Probably this email is only really great to me, but I love the fact that pretty much in spite of myself I write alarmingly like my dad does. Spoiler! The older I get, the more our nerdiness converges. Seriously, I expect this trip to be all about us talking at each other about Heroes and TOS and weird obscure bits of European history while my mum listens bemusedly.

In other news, Amok Time by ee cummings. I will never get tired of the apparently million billion Trek pastiches lurking out there.

Time to pack! Fuuuuck, I have no hat or sunscreen.