Radio Tryout Time, Huzzah!

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The time of year when we look for radio talent! And we’re looking for a few good men/women/talking animals to become the island's voice for the spring.

Students, teachers, townies, newcomers, old hands—everyone is welcome to try out.

Beginning Monday, January 3 (the first full week with all the newbies), everyone who’s interested—new talent and old talent—will have an on-air audition (meaning that they’ll do a recap for everyone to read that goes up between 11 and 1 o'clock Eastern Time. It’ll also give them an idea of how much time the coding will take and give them a final chance to flee from the chaos).

We’ll then put up a poll and you’ll all get to vote for the seven people/things who will be bringing the news to Fandom for the fall.

This is also your chance to do a one-off: if you've always wanted to do radio for just one night, here's the place to volunteer for it! You can also sign up here to volunteer to become an honorary squirrel, one of our intrepid research staffers. After the tryouts are completed you can then decide if you want to stay or run screaming into the distance ala a Warner Brothers cartoon.

If you're interested, please drop a comment in this post.

Thanks!

Fandom Radio, December 27

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Evening, Fandom! Are there any more of you back yet tonight? It feels a little like shouting into a wind. On the prairie.

. . . none of you are prairie squirrels, huh? Figures.

Well, all is still quiet over in the school building, except for Principal Washburn, who was having fun with filing in preparation for the new semester, and when I say 'fun,' I mean take it with a grain of salt the size of something sticking out of the Rocky Bits.

Unless you actually do have fun with that, Principal Washburn, in which case I'm not judging.

And the only thing going in the dorms today was . . . um . . . Bruce in the common room observing an eggnog-drunk, passed-out gremlin. Boy, you kids resort to some strange hobbies when you have no classes! Maladicta and the owl with her wanted to know what Bruce did to the gremlin -- which is nothing besides observe it -- and thought it would be funny to hide the gremlin in the cupboards for someone to find, but Bruce wouldn't have anything to do with that. At first. Quinn caught up with Maladicta about how break was going, and told her she came back early because home was boring, and talked to Bruce about the strange things gremlins may or may not get up to, and whether Santa might be a gremlin.

. . . oh, I think I just felt a little of my childhood shrieking in horror.

Bruce's anthropological study in drunk gremlins confused Cara, who debated drunken gremlin behavior and the definitions of a tragic past with him.

Drunk gremlins spur some interesting conversations. How about that? Something educational over break after all.

Ender was at Fixer-Uppers talking to Karla on the phone about the break and what's going on at home. Quinn was back -- as mentioned earlier -- at work at the Arms, taking advantage of Christmas tree candy canes, and Claudia was at Book Haven reading some less than favorable material about capitalism and . . . what's wrong with Boxing Day? Other than how Americans don't celebrate it. I don't get that. I was at Luke's making sure my plants were thriving, which I'm pleased to report they were, and Jaina was at the Perk catching up on news from home.

Just in case you thought we were completely devoid of non-drunken-gremlin Fandom weirdness this week, nope, Sherlock is no longer a cat, and -- heh -- turned human again in front of John. This was, by all squirrelly reports, an amazingly calm and levelheaded incident.

Aww.

Aaaaaaaaand Jake's back after Christmas at home, and back on duty at Caritas.

Other than that? You all have been quiet. That's all from me tonight, so -- this is Lacey Burrows for WTFH, signing off. Good night, Fandom!