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Fandom Radio, Friday, October 24, 2014
Friday, October 24th, 2014 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sith_happenedHello, and for any alumni returning already, welcome back.
Unless you're Bel, in which case...bite me.
*chittering*
Put those flags away. I'm married. So. Classes. Creative Writing didn't talk about sex this week, which the squirrels found highly suspicious. Instead the students had to come up with a theme and work it into their stories. My Meditation class worked on being very, very quiet until the Danger Shop decided to add about a billion decibels of anthem rock to our quiet. My head wasn't remotely happy about that, but at least the students helped out by breaking the stereos. And Pinkie Pie was speaking Spanish for flan day in Baking class, which had Derek confused. You work with a talking pony, Derek. Why does her being multilingual throw you? Cosette was very tired in the library and was kept company by some very clingy storybooks. Was one of them the Pokey Little Puppy? I hate that story.
HATE IT.
*chittering*
Shut up, I'm allowed to have feelings. The dorms were busy with homecoming prep, where Alana had float prep materials out in the gym for the big parade. There were snacks--probablly covered in glitter because its a Student Council event--and Gwen and Alana tried to make something that looks like a gremlin out of craft supplies. So...one of the floats will have something that looks like a gremlin. Be nice about it. Elsewhere, Emma had a cupcake with candles to celebrate her birthday by herself. Everyone wish her a happy birthday today, okay?
Finally in town, Cara was sampling Halloween-themed liquor at Caritas. Is any of it pumpkin spiced? Kriff, is any of it not?
That's all I've got here today, so I'll see you down at the fair all right? I'll be the dry, smug one in thedrunk dunk tank.
Unless you're Bel, in which case...bite me.
*chittering*
Put those flags away. I'm married. So. Classes. Creative Writing didn't talk about sex this week, which the squirrels found highly suspicious. Instead the students had to come up with a theme and work it into their stories. My Meditation class worked on being very, very quiet until the Danger Shop decided to add about a billion decibels of anthem rock to our quiet. My head wasn't remotely happy about that, but at least the students helped out by breaking the stereos. And Pinkie Pie was speaking Spanish for flan day in Baking class, which had Derek confused. You work with a talking pony, Derek. Why does her being multilingual throw you? Cosette was very tired in the library and was kept company by some very clingy storybooks. Was one of them the Pokey Little Puppy? I hate that story.
HATE IT.
*chittering*
Shut up, I'm allowed to have feelings. The dorms were busy with homecoming prep, where Alana had float prep materials out in the gym for the big parade. There were snacks--probablly covered in glitter because its a Student Council event--and Gwen and Alana tried to make something that looks like a gremlin out of craft supplies. So...one of the floats will have something that looks like a gremlin. Be nice about it. Elsewhere, Emma had a cupcake with candles to celebrate her birthday by herself. Everyone wish her a happy birthday today, okay?
Finally in town, Cara was sampling Halloween-themed liquor at Caritas. Is any of it pumpkin spiced? Kriff, is any of it not?
That's all I've got here today, so I'll see you down at the fair all right? I'll be the dry, smug one in the