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fandom_radio2012-05-11 09:58 am
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Fandom Radio, Friday, May 11, 2012
Good morning, Fandom! Rilla Blythe here, and it's a beautiful spring day outside, just perfect for picnicking!
*chittering*
The squirrels say that if you want to picnic without getting nuts tossed at you, please pack an extra sandwich for them.
*slight pause*
Right then, onto the news. Summer classes have begun! Mr. Maccorieghan--there's a name that sounds a bit like home--began his class on Cryptozoology, which certainly doesn't sound like home. It doesn't even sound like a real word, frankly. Mr. Maccorieghan explained that the class is the study of things that don't exist--dragons and unicorns and such--and everyone did their introductions. Mr. Deadpool and Mr. Skywalker's class on childcare was a bit more hands-on. We had a tea party, then had to watch a terrible program with a singing dinosaur, get squirted by boxes of juice, play with dolls, and then get absolutely covered in glitter during a craft project. I'm still finding glitter on me. Miss Pie's Adventures in History class learned about the Boston Tea Party...which included a real tea party and outfits from the 1770s. I don't think that's quite how it--
*chittering*
Oh, good, Miss Thompson told Miss Pie that's not how the Boston Tea Party worked. Miss Pie assured her she'd just made it better, but then asked Miss Thompson to join Miss Cara as a TA for the course.
Miss [Kennedy's last name] was on the 'phone with friends in her new office and discovered that she couldn't use foul language yesterday.
*sniff*
You shouldn't use it anyway. It's undignified and crass.
In the dormitories, Mr. Drake was called upon by Miss Jones and--
*rustling papers*
--and apparently then the squirrels wandered off. That's not terribly professional. Mr. Abagnale was in the third floor common room trying to catch up on 21st Century television programmes. Mr. McGinnis came in and he and Mr. Abagnale talked about the difference in television in their respective time periods--Mr. McGinnis is from the future and Mr. Abagnale is from the 1960s--and Miss Rapunzel checked to see how Mr. McGinnis was settling in before trying to figure out what a "Spongebob" was with Mr. Abagnale. I learned that Mr. McGinnis knows Mr. Wayne along with him being from the future, and I told Mr. Abagnale a bit about Canada.
In town, Miss Electoclash was also upset to learn she couldn't use her sailor's vocabulary yesterday, Miss Cullen tidied Coyote Medicine, and Miss Maclay untidied the magical shop before Miss [Kennedy's last name] stopped by to talk about how strange it was that she was teaching a course now. Miss Mancini cleaned Nast's Sporting Goods--we were a tidy group yesterday, apparently--and Miss Frost realized that not being able to use foul language also extended to wording on...things that she sells at that store I would never go into.
And that's all the notes I have! Have a good weekend, Fandom. And remember, even if you can swear again today, don't.
*chittering*
The squirrels say that if you want to picnic without getting nuts tossed at you, please pack an extra sandwich for them.
*slight pause*
Right then, onto the news. Summer classes have begun! Mr. Maccorieghan--there's a name that sounds a bit like home--began his class on Cryptozoology, which certainly doesn't sound like home. It doesn't even sound like a real word, frankly. Mr. Maccorieghan explained that the class is the study of things that don't exist--dragons and unicorns and such--and everyone did their introductions. Mr. Deadpool and Mr. Skywalker's class on childcare was a bit more hands-on. We had a tea party, then had to watch a terrible program with a singing dinosaur, get squirted by boxes of juice, play with dolls, and then get absolutely covered in glitter during a craft project. I'm still finding glitter on me. Miss Pie's Adventures in History class learned about the Boston Tea Party...which included a real tea party and outfits from the 1770s. I don't think that's quite how it--
*chittering*
Oh, good, Miss Thompson told Miss Pie that's not how the Boston Tea Party worked. Miss Pie assured her she'd just made it better, but then asked Miss Thompson to join Miss Cara as a TA for the course.
Miss [Kennedy's last name] was on the 'phone with friends in her new office and discovered that she couldn't use foul language yesterday.
*sniff*
You shouldn't use it anyway. It's undignified and crass.
In the dormitories, Mr. Drake was called upon by Miss Jones and--
*rustling papers*
--and apparently then the squirrels wandered off. That's not terribly professional. Mr. Abagnale was in the third floor common room trying to catch up on 21st Century television programmes. Mr. McGinnis came in and he and Mr. Abagnale talked about the difference in television in their respective time periods--Mr. McGinnis is from the future and Mr. Abagnale is from the 1960s--and Miss Rapunzel checked to see how Mr. McGinnis was settling in before trying to figure out what a "Spongebob" was with Mr. Abagnale. I learned that Mr. McGinnis knows Mr. Wayne along with him being from the future, and I told Mr. Abagnale a bit about Canada.
In town, Miss Electoclash was also upset to learn she couldn't use her sailor's vocabulary yesterday, Miss Cullen tidied Coyote Medicine, and Miss Maclay untidied the magical shop before Miss [Kennedy's last name] stopped by to talk about how strange it was that she was teaching a course now. Miss Mancini cleaned Nast's Sporting Goods--we were a tidy group yesterday, apparently--and Miss Frost realized that not being able to use foul language also extended to wording on...things that she sells at that store I would never go into.
And that's all the notes I have! Have a good weekend, Fandom. And remember, even if you can swear again today, don't.