Fandom Radio, December 1

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

Bow before me, sons of Jor-El. Kneel before Zod! This is Tom Servo, your spicy red-hot hunk of love, bringing you the news of Fandom over the airwaves with my lucious, sexy voice, which of course emanates from my equally lucious, sexy robot body.

*laughter*

The birds and the bees, Flowers and the trees, or in other words, the hot crazy monkey love.

Marty and Angela eat each other out. Huh. Didn't think it was possible for a girl to... Oh, excuse me, they're eating out with each other at a restaraunt, yes. That's much better. I was worried that Marty was having serious gender-bender issues. Like that time Mike became Carol Channing. Excuse me while I go vomit into a bucket just remembering that, dear God in heaven.

And other red hot eating action occurs over at Luke's Diner, with Lane and Boone having a nice romantic dinner, yes. I highly recommend Luke's fine hamburger sandwich and the french fried potato garnish. It always makes me go numnumnumnumnumnumnum whenever I eat it, let me tell you.

And yet MORE couple eating action between Kry-about-spilled-Milk-cek and Jake Gav-enough-of-a-man-to-take-it-like-one have a meal at Deb's.

In the category of not getting it on, we have Cameron-Mitchell-Who-Used-to-be-Crunch-Buttsteak-but-Now-IS-A-Wolf-Puppy and Vala. Because interspecies breeding of this sort? Ewwwwwwww. Servo gives that a big tiny white useless thumb down, kids.

Also, Draco Malfoynctioning, due to his recent Malfoynction of the ginger kid kind, is not allowed to kiss Lily. Remember Lily, Gingers don't have souls.

But in the case of hot, steamy, my diodes are all aflutter action? Headripper Sun and John-John Cri-home-to-his-mommy-chton were getting some sweet sweet loving in today. Maybe soon we will see little Headripper babies? Oh how cute!

Now, as sands through the hour glass, so churn slowly the minutes of each class. And the Days of Our Lives, or something.

Criminal Justice announced a Round Table discussion with some heroes of some such is upcoming. Personally, I'd prefer to hear them talk about square tables. Or maybe multiplication tables. Or... Oval tables, even. Round tables are SO classic Celtic MYthology, you know.

Speaking of classic, in the old sense of the word, CJ hosted her usual compliment of Speech classes. Also old, Languages of Europe, History of the Ancient World and Asia and stuff, Greco-Roman Boring Crap, and Arthurian Traditions involving naked Puritan People. Also very old. But possibly not as old as CJ. Somewhere, I think the order of old is listed at God, dirt, and then CJ.

Showing how much a goddam evil slavedriver she is, A poor AI-blessed Toaster is exploited by that demento Tara. Show some respect for your betters, woman!

Shop Class escapes from a mine! Biology cancelled! Band is a-practicing! Music be a rockin', so don't come a knockin'!

Spider be soliciting something or other or blah. I don't really care much. Journalism is for wussies. Guerilla journalism is for people like Grape Ape and Magilla Gorilla.

Crimeys-this-isn't-interesting-inology has projects or something. Abnormal Psych smacks down the law, completely unlike the teacher's total refusal to lack a nice wet smacker on cute little ole Servo this past weekend. The beautiful tease.

Quantum Physics is often abbreviated as "QP". Today, I would call it "TP", because I would wipe my shiny metal ass with it... if I had a shiny metal ass.

And, yeah, same sentiments for Small Business and Linguistics. Yawn city. I'd rather sit through the driving sequences of Manos than sit through those classes.

What I would sit through, if I had the chance? Pageant Rehearsal. Sounds like the pageant will be more fun then trying to stuff four sumo wrestlers into a Volkswagon Beetle.

Study Hall was all crazy mad with the activity today. Paige vs. Phoebe almost broke out. I figure Phoebe for a hair puller and Paige for a screeching slapper myself. Big McHugeLarge vs. John-John, and my money is on McHugeLarge. Except they don't fight, and I swear those kids would probably be more likely to get in each other's pants than into a fistfight.

And with that thought, I'll pause so all the women can go change their underwear. If you're a fan of the show, you can always send those my way, if you like. Wash them first, though. If I get dirty underwear in the mail, my red metal flesh will crawl.

Big also talks with Malfoynctioning. Infections of Jazz Hands spread. So-low and Bag o' Ass have a little lover spat in public. The Boone-inator calls Maia "White trash". Arkansas called, Boone. They resent that.

In the wonderful world of the Library, Dewey Finn is not to be seen, but Dewey Decimal certainly is!

The major news? Wesley Wynd... Whatever his pompous last name is, well, he's a complete idiot. Like, TV's Frank level idiot.

Angel chatted with Parker about souls. How creepy and bizzaro.

And now all that other stuff that I only sort of care about.

Tonight there are no Deep Thoughts. Only shallow ones. Half the student body suddenly seems smarter, due to the change in the curve.

Sara Sidle sidles her way into sickness land. Marty plays with teh google. Deany baby is all about the THEE-AH-TAH! Spider has an office. Where he sits. For hours. Hence the term "Spider's Office Hours."

Two Halliwells don't make a Halli-right. Lee gives Samanthat the greatest gift of all, the gift of sex. I mean toast. Toast. Not Sex. Lee only has sex with toast. Yes. Right.

Aziraphale might as well just put up a sign that says "Advice, Five Cents." Seriously. Tonks is the only bar patron.

In special news, Veronica Mars, the women who has sex in dark alleys, has found God.

Wait, no. My notes say Gob, actually. She's probably having sex with him, too.

Caritas is the Carita-slow tonight. Duce and So-low have a chat.

Jarod and Alanna have a good ole time at Deb's. As does Shep, the amazing underoo boy!

Ben and Mike discuss some guy named Derek. Duce works! Shane thinks people care about her stupid vacation! Wonka has Holiday treats!

John Connor enjoys miniature golfing with Kiki. Kiki delivers a book to Lana! Lana bothers Underoo boy! Underoo boy... erm, sorry, the link dies there, folks.

Samantha "Too butch to have a girl's name" Carter is also too damn smart. Butch and smart, huh? Feminist hero indeed.

And in final news, CJ and Ted have a chat. Yes, that is entirely exciting. Woo. What a great note to end on. Sheesh. Skeezewad news blurb writers. I sigh, verbally.

That's it, folks. This is your slave master, signing off. Seriously, this town is chaos. How come you don't let a smart, intelligent robot be in charge of things, eh? I'd be nice. I'd give you hamdingers. And let you watch "Santa Claus vs. The Martians" for free! Every day! Okay, maybe not for free.

Goodnight everyone. This is Tom Servo, pushing the button.

*Popping Noise. Static*

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

[['malfoynction' is my new favorite word. You win. *bows before your greatness*]]

[brambless.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Actually, The Boone-inator calls Maia "White trash". Also? You win at everything for Malfoynction. Yes you do.]

[t-servo.livejournal.com]

[I WIN AT READING MY NOTES, TOO! *HEADDESK, GOES TO FIX*]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((oh good, In don't have to shout at Boone then, I was a little suprised!))

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

((*dies of the laugh*))

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((ooc- is the white trash thing the radio trying to stir up trouble or did someone actually think Boone called Paige that? *also wonders if slapper means the same thing in America, assumes it does, or the bit about P is an accidently pun!*))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Dude! It's most heinous you called me old. I'm so not crusty like my most excellent man-babes Ten and Adam. You've partaken of the Twinkie of Unrighteousness, robot dude.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Dude. You've totally been hanging out with me way too much.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Most. Excellent. Man-babes. [diez]))

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

[[I seriously have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. Malfoynction is the word of the day and I loved the V stuff. You are so totally my hero!]]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"I wish," GOB said to himself after hearing his name on the radio. "I keep having to pay for it! What kind of a town is this?"

[OOC: "Malfoynction" wins all. Servo is our King!]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"There will be no babies," John says and throws a sock at the radio.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky had fallen asleep while listening to the radio, but woke up shouting, "NO BABIES ON GALACTICA!" He blinked a few times, not realizing what he said, and then went back to sleep.

[can_be_more]

"Definitely no babies."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han snaps the radio off after hearing his name and his lover's so profoundly abused.

"I hate machinery that talks back!"

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

((Is torn between laughing heartily as Crow or scowling as Draco. You know, I'll just go Bork as the Chef. That sounded dirty.))

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

Bag O' Ass, ZOMG.

That is so not what he needed to hear right now. :D