Fandom Radio, Thursday, April 13, 2006

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"Good evening, boys, girls and assorted others. I'm tired, it's been a long day, and I'm all out of patience.

Classes and so on

We start off the day with Advanced Criminal Justice, where someone with a very fake-sounding name comes to guest lecture. Apparently he's Anakin's 'Master.'

...kinky, and this doesn't help your ongoing campaign to convince me of your orientation, Mr. Skywalker.

Music class, on the other hand, is not kinky. Instead, they watch cartoons, whatever that means. Classics and Foreign Lit read something that sounds like it's horrifically long, and Creature Languages watches a film about some minature merperson. They're not very pleasant, you know. I can't imagine why you'd want to watch them. Last year, at an event I covered? They savagely stole the loved ones of several tiny children. Horrible, really.

Political Campaigning talks about volunteers, and on that all-too-fitting note, I have a recording that I'm helpfully volunteering to share with all of you.

( Josh Lyman's voice: Good afternoon, everybody.... )

Oh, and that reminds me - Josh, we're out of floor wax and bleach. No, don't ask what I was doing with them, or what that scent from my room is. I haven't time to find a decent apothecary, all right?

Speech classes are told to write commencement speeches and talk to people. Such a challenge, really. Arthurian Traditions watches a film, Sociology classes get a study guide, and Carl Jung talks about...his final paper, and I still don't understand why this boy is so important.

Psychology talks about their projects, Archaeology builds virtual pyramids, Business classes go over handouts, and evidently there is baseball in General Physical Conditioning, whatever that is.

Also, the newspaper meets. Here's hoping that the articles this week actually make sense, rather than the drivel I've become to accustomed to seeing.

Announcements today tell us that we're still being randomly deluged with liquids, not that I needed to be told. And now we have the lovely addition of...corn. And the clinic is terribly fascinating. Apparently there are leeches. Lovely.

In the library, Parker and Angela talk about birthdays and Marty, Mr. Wagner gets coffee for Janet in an unusual way, and Janet and Liz talk about the weekend.

In the cafeteria, Pippi dines. This is hardly news, people. Ooh, I just ate a biscuit! Aren't I special! Give me recognition, for I need to be validated!

And in office hours, Alanna visits the vice principal, Grissom stops in to see CJ, and I also held office hours. And no, I don't want to talk about them.

The assistants' lounge is, as usual, unteresting. Belthazor talks to Lana about vacation, and to Kiki about health, attacks, and food. As you do.

Where the children should be sleeping

This morning, Callistie wakes up with Angel, Aeryn tries to talk to the spawn of the underworld about his doppelganger, Nadia dreams, Cameron gets dressed while Kawalsky sleeps, Marty leaves again, Xander sends email, Blair is odd, and Logan...has corn.

...busy morning, children. Why? What's wrong with the afternoon? I didn't even wake until ten today. Why were you all up and busy like little monsters? It's rather frightening, really. Oh, and Angela gets flowers, Pippi puts up posters for a party, and Peter puts up posters for some sort of little game called...'poker.'

That sounds naughty.

On that note, we have an announcement from ( Alanna Trebond )

Later on, Janet and Elizabeth are drenched, Sam...also has corn, Bridge has pre-date jitters - how adorable, really - and a group including hellspawn, Kawalsky, Aeryn and Molly all try to find out what's wrong with Cameron.

Is there something wrong with him, other than the obvious? I mean, I suppose I would probably act strangely if I looked like that, as well. But that's me. I have taste. I certainly can't account for you lot.

Also, Belthazor takes Professor Cregg for a shimmer, whatever the hell that means, and Xander frets over what to wear on his date with Bridge, aww. And after she helps her flailing roommate, Isabel stops by Peter's room to talk about birthdays. Oh, and it seems Victor is dancing on his ceiling. Seen it. Old trick, but nice try, Victor.

And Veronica calls Belthazor because she's worried about Phoebe. And Belthazor talks to Piper and Kiki. Silly children. More on this little tidbit later.

The town of very limited excitement

Someone named Hamish makes an appearance at Professor Harrington's apartment. What an unfortunate name. That giraffe has returned, and I hope he's still living in the shed. He's not allowed near my delicates, do you hear me?

At Sparky Repairs, John Connor does very little. Unlike Ivanova, who seems to be productively giggling to herself. That's a good work ethic, that. And in Giles' shop, Agatha gets new books. As one does, in a bookshop. And in more news of work productivity, Ferdinand reads the paper, and Edmund makes Baldrick work while he makes with the talking. Lazy, lazy man.

Angela, Isabel and Rory all head off to the spa...during the school day. For shame, ladies. Skivving off of classes to go to get facials. I'm ashamed to call you my students. Or, well, fine, I'm ashamed to call Ms. Gilmore my student, since neither of you other two is in my class.

And in Dear Heaven, Tell Me That's Not a Euphemism' news, Camulus and Orlin 'cuddle' or...'something,' Anakin is 'lectured' by his 'Master,' and Alfred 'trains' Walter.

Pip and Pippi come across a pair of piratey ruffians, apparently, and Anakin and his 'Master' have dinner with Rory and her parents. How fun and terribly awkward for the children! Not that those are by any means exclusive states. And the theatre is open AND XANDER AND BRIDGE WILL HAVE A DATE THERE WHEN THEY GET AROUND TO POSTING, DAMN IT.

In the FTEC during the day, Lilly remains dead as Allie remains alive. And in the evening, Allie is visited by Grissom.

Cafe Fina is without patrons, unlike Caritas, where Jarod and Veronica talk about relationships, Veronica offers to teach Archie about computers, and Lana and Kiki wait for Phoebe.

Good luck with that, as it seems Phoebe has gone on a trip or something with someone who looks eerily familiar. I'm not exactly certain - my notes say 'kidnapped,' as that's what Belthazor discovered in the park, but you're all such melodramatic children. So I've no idea. I suggest you ask someone who gives a damn.

And that's it for me, Fandom! Place nice, obey your 'Masters,' and mind the overhead water!"

*splash*

"...oh, hell."