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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, July 23rd
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afraid_of_marshmallowsHey there Fandom, it's ya girl, Arden Finch, BLEEPing the pot to bring you all of yesterday's tea. Aww, c'mon, that was bleeped out? I'm not using it as a curse word! I'm using it in a clever blend of old slang and new!
*apologetic chittering*
What about the FCC? I thought this was a pirate radio station! Ugh, never mind. I can't believe I'm arguing with a squirrel already drunk before 8am about profanity on the airwaves. Call that another contender for the Weird BLEEP this island makes me say and that was an acceptable censoring!
Moving on to said tea spillage, whether the pot is BLEEPed or not, we start, as always, with School. Paintball had us running around what definitely wasn't a human-sized dog agility training course, honest. Congrats to our big winner, Mr. Odinson? Lord Thor? I still don't know the right honorific there, although Cal - hi, Cal - called me sassy in class for no good reason that I can fathom. Pet Photography had us taking pictures of kittens, though Cal was also there and it seems-- *happy gasp* Cal!! Did you get a kitten?! The notes aren't clear whether he adopted one or just made friends, but believe me, I will be keeping a personal eye on any breaking developments in that story. Fandom Grande Prix had their races on a beach today, and after lunch, Modern Life went over the basics of cooking in a modern kitchen, though Captain Flint learned an important lesson about trying to heat an electric kettle on a stovetop. Oh dear. But I'm guessing disaster was averted because our next note is for First Aid: Extreme Edition, where we learned about cricothyrotomies and how you really can do them with a pen. I had an idea to help people not miss, because missing sounds...bad.
There's no notes for the Dorms and, honey. We go over this every week. You gotta be able to get through this without crying now. Oh okay. We can snuggle for the rest of the broadcast.
*amused chittering*
Shut up! I'm not a pushover! I just--shut up! Anyway, in Town, Professor Vess was contemplative in the Infinite Consortium, at least until Professor Scientia brought lunch and they talked about their attendance at the wedding on Saturday. Turtle & Canary had a sale on hammocks, but hopefully not the display model that the cheese panda - still weird, yes - and Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon were using behind the counter. Vi was a little out of it at the Maaa~aaagpie Empoooor~rium, but Steph brought a large red Squishy to share and talk about socks. Which were a very sweet gift from Kamala's mother, as she discovered opening up a package during her shift at Stark Industries. Miz Ruby, if you could tell Mrs. Khan we all appreciated the care packages very much, that would be great, thank you ma'am. And Mr. Khan, the sweet tea was, er. An interesting experiment, thank you!
*chittering*
Of course I drank it, Jimothy, and also, shut up. After classes, Professor Not-The-Rich-One Stark and the nurses at the Clinic watched Stabby while he was on hold with an airline and...okay, there has got to be better entertainment than that available, please, y'all. At the Trooper Station, Officer McGarrett got a report of a squirrel murder in the warehouses. Still no details other than Officer Williams also being called in and a rickshaw run towards the warehouses, but I assume we'll get more information over time? Currently, the worst crime being perpetrated here is whoever tried to get me to call it a 'squirrder' which, firstly, no, and secondly, hell no. Stewart was outside of the Kwik Stop dancing again, and it was 'cold as balls' at The Devil's Nest because Mr. Northman had taken a trip to--Louisiana in July?! Sir! That's just a--why?! Oh. Looks like there were lots of bachelorettes in tiny shorts there, or at least that's what he told Dean. Hi Dean! But also, sir, I assure you, there are plenty of states that aren't Louisiana that offers the view, oh goddess.
But anyway, that's all the tea I've got for you today and the porg has fallen asleep, so I'm heading off to class. Enjoy a song I haven't thought about in a hot seconds, Montero by Lil Nas X. Arden out!
*apologetic chittering*
What about the FCC? I thought this was a pirate radio station! Ugh, never mind. I can't believe I'm arguing with a squirrel already drunk before 8am about profanity on the airwaves. Call that another contender for the Weird BLEEP this island makes me say and that was an acceptable censoring!
Moving on to said tea spillage, whether the pot is BLEEPed or not, we start, as always, with School. Paintball had us running around what definitely wasn't a human-sized dog agility training course, honest. Congrats to our big winner, Mr. Odinson? Lord Thor? I still don't know the right honorific there, although Cal - hi, Cal - called me sassy in class for no good reason that I can fathom. Pet Photography had us taking pictures of kittens, though Cal was also there and it seems-- *happy gasp* Cal!! Did you get a kitten?! The notes aren't clear whether he adopted one or just made friends, but believe me, I will be keeping a personal eye on any breaking developments in that story. Fandom Grande Prix had their races on a beach today, and after lunch, Modern Life went over the basics of cooking in a modern kitchen, though Captain Flint learned an important lesson about trying to heat an electric kettle on a stovetop. Oh dear. But I'm guessing disaster was averted because our next note is for First Aid: Extreme Edition, where we learned about cricothyrotomies and how you really can do them with a pen. I had an idea to help people not miss, because missing sounds...bad.
There's no notes for the Dorms and, honey. We go over this every week. You gotta be able to get through this without crying now. Oh okay. We can snuggle for the rest of the broadcast.
*amused chittering*
Shut up! I'm not a pushover! I just--shut up! Anyway, in Town, Professor Vess was contemplative in the Infinite Consortium, at least until Professor Scientia brought lunch and they talked about their attendance at the wedding on Saturday. Turtle & Canary had a sale on hammocks, but hopefully not the display model that the cheese panda - still weird, yes - and Mr. Nahasapeemapetilon were using behind the counter. Vi was a little out of it at the Maaa~aaagpie Empoooor~rium, but Steph brought a large red Squishy to share and talk about socks. Which were a very sweet gift from Kamala's mother, as she discovered opening up a package during her shift at Stark Industries. Miz Ruby, if you could tell Mrs. Khan we all appreciated the care packages very much, that would be great, thank you ma'am. And Mr. Khan, the sweet tea was, er. An interesting experiment, thank you!
*chittering*
Of course I drank it, Jimothy, and also, shut up. After classes, Professor Not-The-Rich-One Stark and the nurses at the Clinic watched Stabby while he was on hold with an airline and...okay, there has got to be better entertainment than that available, please, y'all. At the Trooper Station, Officer McGarrett got a report of a squirrel murder in the warehouses. Still no details other than Officer Williams also being called in and a rickshaw run towards the warehouses, but I assume we'll get more information over time? Currently, the worst crime being perpetrated here is whoever tried to get me to call it a 'squirrder' which, firstly, no, and secondly, hell no. Stewart was outside of the Kwik Stop dancing again, and it was 'cold as balls' at The Devil's Nest because Mr. Northman had taken a trip to--Louisiana in July?! Sir! That's just a--why?! Oh. Looks like there were lots of bachelorettes in tiny shorts there, or at least that's what he told Dean. Hi Dean! But also, sir, I assure you, there are plenty of states that aren't Louisiana that offers the view, oh goddess.
But anyway, that's all the tea I've got for you today and the porg has fallen asleep, so I'm heading off to class. Enjoy a song I haven't thought about in a hot seconds, Montero by Lil Nas X. Arden out!