Fandom Radio, Monday January 28th
Monday, January 28th, 2019 06:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom! Good morning! This is Sparkle. Which you probably knew by now if you've been listening to the radio on Mondays, hi. I am here to drink the squirrels' rum and read the squirrels' news, but mostly that first one, let's be real.
*Chittering*
Love you guys. Gimme notes, I wanna gossip.
Okay, so at the school, Lana was doing research about bowling in the library. And, I mean, that's great, but the important question is whether she was researching ten-pin, or real bowling.
I am a Canadian with a five-pin bias and I'm not even a little bit ashamed.
In town, Summer unleashed a puppy stampede to hoover up stray kibble at Furnado, and I think that is the single most practical use for puppies I have ever heard. Kanan had had one of those mornings before his Luke's shift, which led to telling Summer the saga of the bathroom gremlin - oh god my personal nightmare - and Jack being disappointed that he didn't keep the body. Because there wasn't one. I mean, I'm just saying, if ever there was just cause to murder a goddamn gremlin...
Ahem.
Kathy had so many taxes to file at Dite's yesterday, so understandably she was thrilled to get a customer in the form of Hernando, who came in asking for... glittery...
Oooh.
Oh hi.
...
*Chittering!*
Oh! Uh, right. The squirrels insist I read this disclaimer about how Dite's values the privacy of their customers and that this note was delivered to me upon special request by my absolutely shameless boyfriend. The proprietor of Dite's would like Fandom's population to rest assured that she continues to stock only the finest in squirrel-bribe rum, so that your shopping experience can be conducted with total peace of mind.
The squirrels neglected to mention that all bets are off once you're in your own bedrooms, so be wary of that and ready your bribes, all you sexy people.
Anyway, Kathy also got a visit by Eddie, for a visit, presumably, not necessarily for glittery sex toys, but they did have a chat about Kathy's tendency to call everybody by Mr. or Mrs. or whatever. I wonder if there's there, like, a gender neutral form of that?
*Pause* Google to the rescue. I guess it's like, Mx. or Ind. for, like, paperwork. Noooo clue how that'd translate to talking out loud.
ANYWAY. At Caritas, Atton Did Not Want To Know about the zombies' shiny new DNA testing kit. He did some texting with Sia, presumably about pee sticks, and this is the hard news, people. This right here. Jack came in to chat Atton up, and she and Beau talked about the Drunk and Bored club at Miguel's pla-- MIGUEL WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME, JERK? I'm bored, like, all the time. God. And Beau and Jack talked about people to invite and I can't help but notice I wasn't on that list, Jack. Jack. Jaaaack. Jack. We're starting our own club. You're buying drinks.
And that's all the notes! So I'm going to just be here embracing the 'day-drinking with squirrels' club I just started, and none of you suckers are invited. Sparkle out.
*Chittering*
Love you guys. Gimme notes, I wanna gossip.
Okay, so at the school, Lana was doing research about bowling in the library. And, I mean, that's great, but the important question is whether she was researching ten-pin, or real bowling.
I am a Canadian with a five-pin bias and I'm not even a little bit ashamed.
In town, Summer unleashed a puppy stampede to hoover up stray kibble at Furnado, and I think that is the single most practical use for puppies I have ever heard. Kanan had had one of those mornings before his Luke's shift, which led to telling Summer the saga of the bathroom gremlin - oh god my personal nightmare - and Jack being disappointed that he didn't keep the body. Because there wasn't one. I mean, I'm just saying, if ever there was just cause to murder a goddamn gremlin...
Ahem.
Kathy had so many taxes to file at Dite's yesterday, so understandably she was thrilled to get a customer in the form of Hernando, who came in asking for... glittery...
Oooh.
Oh hi.
...
*Chittering!*
Oh! Uh, right. The squirrels insist I read this disclaimer about how Dite's values the privacy of their customers and that this note was delivered to me upon special request by my absolutely shameless boyfriend. The proprietor of Dite's would like Fandom's population to rest assured that she continues to stock only the finest in squirrel-bribe rum, so that your shopping experience can be conducted with total peace of mind.
The squirrels neglected to mention that all bets are off once you're in your own bedrooms, so be wary of that and ready your bribes, all you sexy people.
Anyway, Kathy also got a visit by Eddie, for a visit, presumably, not necessarily for glittery sex toys, but they did have a chat about Kathy's tendency to call everybody by Mr. or Mrs. or whatever. I wonder if there's there, like, a gender neutral form of that?
*Pause* Google to the rescue. I guess it's like, Mx. or Ind. for, like, paperwork. Noooo clue how that'd translate to talking out loud.
ANYWAY. At Caritas, Atton Did Not Want To Know about the zombies' shiny new DNA testing kit. He did some texting with Sia, presumably about pee sticks, and this is the hard news, people. This right here. Jack came in to chat Atton up, and she and Beau talked about the Drunk and Bored club at Miguel's pla-- MIGUEL WHY DIDN'T YOU INVITE ME, JERK? I'm bored, like, all the time. God. And Beau and Jack talked about people to invite and I can't help but notice I wasn't on that list, Jack. Jack. Jaaaack. Jack. We're starting our own club. You're buying drinks.
And that's all the notes! So I'm going to just be here embracing the 'day-drinking with squirrels' club I just started, and none of you suckers are invited. Sparkle out.