Pirate Radio, Sunday, June 18

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This be likeguidelines bringin' ye the ups 'n downs, the highs 'n lows, 'n the latest 'n greatest o' life here this Father's Day in Fandom.

Happy Father's Day t' any o' ye that might apply to. And remember, when in doubt, ask fer a paternity test.

Readin', Writin', Rithamatic

Anakin 'n Veronica be takin' their workshops on a field trip t' Washington today. Anakin be drivin'. Apparently everyone be survivin' that, too. I be as shocked as the rest o' ye.

Roomin'

Fer breakin' news, people be wakin' up. But since I be assumin' they all be nekkid the night before, it be a mite more interestin'. Among the names that be comin' across me desk today: Isabel 'n Greg 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean 'n D'anna. Oh, and Tyler, but that be less interestin'.

Pip be makin' fancy-type French pancakes up on the fifth floor. Walter 'n Pip be discussin' the seven deadly sins--I be a fan o' gluttony, meself--River be out from under the bed 'n drinkin' tea, Pippi be talkin' wit' Walter, English Peter, 'n River, Seras be gettin' tickled...*papers shuffle*--that might be a euphemism--Marie be talkin' about cheerleadin' 'n be gettin' a bit o' a lesson in gender swappin' from Nadia 'n Walter. Aye, Nadia be thar too. She be gettin' fancy French pancakes 'n chattin' with everyone, too. Ye all be too damn sociable that early in the mornin'.

And after brunch, people be jumpin' off the roof. As ye do, I suppose. I hope they be waitin' at least 45 minutes fer proper digestion. If ye be wonderin' who be up t' this manner o' foolishness, it be Walter, Seras, Pippi 'n River. Thar be no manner o' rum involved that I be hearin' about.

Parker be talkin' magic wit' Jack. Be ye a witch, wench? I thought that ye normally be goin' by a different word that be rhymin' wit' witch. Speakin' o' witches, Piper be writin' her older sister. Oh, and so be Cakey Goodness. Writing t' someone, that be. Not the witch part. Peter-who-be-Parker be writin' an article, but not t' home as far as I be knowin'. 'n Conner be writin' home, too.

Aeryn be ill? Ye poor thing. Would ye care fer some rum? Callynanders be talkin' about one o' their dreams. It be not dirty, apparently, so I be not that interested.

Maia be visitin' Jude 'n meetin' S-wench 'n Jack-who-used-t'be-a-fox be playin' wit' Legos wit' Sam-who-be-a-wench. *shuffles papers* That might be a euphemism, aye. John Connor be thinkin' deep thoughts. But not interestin' enough t' share wit' ye all. Ye'll jes' have t' think up yer own thoughts.

Tonight up on the third floor, Tyler be watchin' Z-Cases. Tim be thar, 'n Pippi be bringin' popcorn, 'n Alphonse be not understandin' the premise o' the show. Oh, 'n Jamie be explainin' why GOB be callin' him Pee Cup, which be a family friendly story that should be shared wit' everyone.

'n since it be Father's Day, thar be lots o' angst about daddies. Not that any o' ye be needin' an excuse t' whine about anythin'. I be not knowin' who me father be, either. Ye don't see me bein' any drunker than usual. Anyway, Sam 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec be tryin' t' call their father, Veronica be gettin' ahold o' hers, as be Parker-who-be-not-Peter 'n Zack. Pippi be writin' hers instead.

Z-who-be-not-Zack be sad. It may be related t' Father's Day, it may not. I be thinkin' rum be helpin' matters regardless. 'n speakin' o' rum, I be thinkin' Hamlet be needin' some, too--he be talkin' t' himself.

Revelin'

Sunday brunch at the hotel be empty today, but have no worries--Nadia 'n Walter be usin' the hotel fer what it be made for.

*incredibly tacky porn music with Badly Dubbed Banthabell plays*

River be talkin' t' Tim at Luke's, Walter 'n Tyler be in the junkyard together 'n get all hot 'n sweaty I be imaginin', 'n Quark be interviewin' Elliot right here earlier today. Speakin' o' interviews Peter-who-be-a-Parker-but-not-the-wench be talkin' wit' Artie over at the Perk. Natalie be thar, too.

Over at the beach, everyone in the world who be not me or in Washington today be catchin' some sun, it be seemin'. Clark be thar, 'n Dawn 'n Molly, 'n Dawn 'n Buffy 'n Buffy 'n Molly 'n Dawn 'n S-wench 'n Buffy 'n S-wench 'n Dawn 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec 'n Buffy 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec 'n Dawn 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean 'n Buffy 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec 'n Alec-who-be-not-Dean 'n Dawn 'n Xander 'n Xander 'n Bridge 'n Dean-who-be-not-Alec 'n Sam-who-be-not-a-wench 'n Sam-who-be-not-a-wench 'n Buffy 'n Dawn 'n Sam-who-be-not-a-wench...

*sigh* Jes' take all those names, mix 'em up 'n assume they talked together, all right? Ye be drivin' a pirate t' drink if he be not drinkin' already. Which I be.

Joxer 'n Kaylee be in the preserve, Jaye 'n Alec go fer Chinese--the food, not huntin' somethin' from China because that be wrong--Lucas 'n Elle be chattin' in the record store, 'n Artie be tryin' t' sell GOB sidin' in Caritas. *papers shuffle* That might be a euphemism.

The clinic be empty in the mornin' 'n Natalie be stoppin' by durin' Stark's shift in the evenin'.

That be all from the Crow's Nest. Keep an eye out fer Matey-wit'-the-Hat and have a good night!