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WTFH Radio, Saturday, July 30th
Saturday, July 30th, 2016 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talentforlyingI fucking hate everything, and yes, Leroy, that includes you. Constantine here, Fandom, with all you news that's unfit for print.
In case you somehow fucking missed it, we're no longer in the Land of Cheese. Instead, we're in a Maryland where the gods-damned sun won't stop screaming. I've placed a silence ward around the radio station and my apartment, and if you want one, we can work out payment.
In town people dealt with the screaming monstrosity as best they could. At Groovy Tunes Dante dealt with the screaming sun by drowning it out with as much loud music as possible. At Stark Industries, Peridot was thrilled when a group of gremlins came in and returned her missing foot. My notes say there may have been hugs, but no squirrel is willing to confirm it. Covent Garden Flowers got a delivery while Peter was tending to the flowers...mate, that's usually the cue that you're in charge now. The island isn't subtle. Allie had to stay home from Devil's Nest due to the screaming sun, so Tiny and the DJ, and I quote, 'par-TAYED.'
Leroy, you're fired.
Apparently Pinkie is back in town! Checking things out and screaming back at the sun, and then she saw the Discord statue in the park and actually fucking swore. We know the feeling, Pinkie. Trust us, we know. Jon and Hannibal also portaled back to town, only to hear the sun and nope the fuck out, only stopping long enough to grab the pets.
It was kept simple up at the school because of the fucking screaming sun. How to Make Friends talked about how to make people like you, like by Bob sealing off the area so that no screaming got in. Bob, pop on over, I've got a spell that will allow air in and just keep sound out. Modified privacy spell, no risk of suffocating your students. Throwing Things moved on to baseballs this week, and Future Family Timeline Fun talked about the difficulties in Parents Weekend while Ben wondered if Obi-wan is finding this a little familiar.
That's it, Fandom. I'm going home now to drink heavily and ignore that monstrosity in the sky. I suggest you all do the same.
*click*
In case you somehow fucking missed it, we're no longer in the Land of Cheese. Instead, we're in a Maryland where the gods-damned sun won't stop screaming. I've placed a silence ward around the radio station and my apartment, and if you want one, we can work out payment.
In town people dealt with the screaming monstrosity as best they could. At Groovy Tunes Dante dealt with the screaming sun by drowning it out with as much loud music as possible. At Stark Industries, Peridot was thrilled when a group of gremlins came in and returned her missing foot. My notes say there may have been hugs, but no squirrel is willing to confirm it. Covent Garden Flowers got a delivery while Peter was tending to the flowers...mate, that's usually the cue that you're in charge now. The island isn't subtle. Allie had to stay home from Devil's Nest due to the screaming sun, so Tiny and the DJ, and I quote, 'par-TAYED.'
Leroy, you're fired.
Apparently Pinkie is back in town! Checking things out and screaming back at the sun, and then she saw the Discord statue in the park and actually fucking swore. We know the feeling, Pinkie. Trust us, we know. Jon and Hannibal also portaled back to town, only to hear the sun and nope the fuck out, only stopping long enough to grab the pets.
It was kept simple up at the school because of the fucking screaming sun. How to Make Friends talked about how to make people like you, like by Bob sealing off the area so that no screaming got in. Bob, pop on over, I've got a spell that will allow air in and just keep sound out. Modified privacy spell, no risk of suffocating your students. Throwing Things moved on to baseballs this week, and Future Family Timeline Fun talked about the difficulties in Parents Weekend while Ben wondered if Obi-wan is finding this a little familiar.
That's it, Fandom. I'm going home now to drink heavily and ignore that monstrosity in the sky. I suggest you all do the same.
*click*