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fandom_radio2012-05-22 08:02 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, May 22nd
Good morning, Fandom. Jonothon Starsmore here, on a weekday, well before any coffee has happened, you're welcome. Squirrels, just put the rum in that mug, there. Yes, I know it's half-full. I'm taking my coffee fancied up today, and don't you bloody well dare to complain.
*Chittering*
Yes, I know I barely sleep anyway. What caffeinated miracle beverage do you think I use to get myself through the morning because of that, hm? Now, have you nosy little berks got any notes for me? Good. Let's get this over with as painlessly as possible.
In the school yesterday, we saw what was more or less business as usual after a weekend spent entertaining Fandom and her whimsies. This includes rainbows in the library for William, who Rilla requested a distraction of after coming in bearing the news that her brother has gone off to war. My condolences, Rilla, and well-wishes as well, from the entire population of the island, I'm sure.
Yesterday was a film day in Philosophy of Choice, presumably because Ronan was exercising his ability to make use of his fingers again in order to press buttons. Surreal, meanwhile, was exercising her ability to stand on two legs again by up and walking out. In Diversity and You, it was a trip to Central Park to meet the manbirds, which, if I'm to understand correctly, are an amalgam of two of New York's most prominent residents; pigeons and panhandlers. The students were given the opportunity to make use of Callie's translation skills in order to converse with these proud and noble vermin, or else to discuss whether they ought to be allowed in New York in the first place. You know, I'm no fan of being crapped on or hassled for change, but I'm going to have to lean toward yes on that one. Mutant's prerogative.
Moving along, Relationship Ed covered that unfortunate moment when one realizes that they're about ready to move on with sex with their partner, but they've also got to come clean about the lies they've told about what one's significant other might find in one's pants. The notes here have suggestions. A few years at Xavier's should have prepared me for the term 'vestigal twin,' and yet here I am, mildly disturbed. Lucky students got to pick their malady of choice from a jar, and then share with the class how they'd inform their significant other that it was all just a lie. A terrible, nightmarish lie.
I'm going to be frank with you, residents of Fandom Island. I suspect that anybody would be thankful to learn that the vestigal twin bit was all just an elaborate fabrication.
Yakko treated his History-exclamation-point class to a shadow puppet show in the style of Illinois Smith, which I hear was surprisingly elaborate for somebody who one might assume has only two hands. The students probably appreciated it, at any rate. One more reminder that we all woke up with thumbs today. Except possibly for Pinkie Pie. And that housecat.
Moving on to the dorms now, which I always feel slightly uncomfortable reporting on because it means that you all had squirrels staring at you in your bedrooms and yes you're all welcome for that notion, good luck ever shaking it, Luke returned to his room with a haircut, which Percy seemed to appreciate, though he did wonder why Luke wasn't dying out the grey. I'll have you know that there is nothing wrong with the colour gr- No, I'm lying. Do yourself a favour and dye it out, Luke. Grey's a bloody horrible colour to have to walk around with all day.
Out on the grounds, meanwhile, George was practising his ability to raise the dead on a rabbit.
… There are a few dozen things I could comment with after reading that note, folks, and I think I'm just going to settle for saying that it was very thoughtful that he left the zombie rabbit outside. Ace marvelled at how tame the bunny was, which prompted George to explain what he was up to, and left Ace absorbing the newfound information that her roommate is a necromancer. Anna stopped by to comment also, mostly concerned about how polite it might be to disturb the dead like that, and George pointed out that the rabbit wasn't complaining before they made introductions. You know, coming from a reality where people I know personally seem to die and then come back at an alarming rate, you'd think I'd find that entire section of notes to be less disturbing, somehow.
Next, we'll cover the town, now with about ninety-eight percent fewer brightly-coloured ponies. There was Surreal at the Magic Box, however, which is usually far more dangerous. Seems she was mixing up some sort of potion or other, which she later explained to Cara was something she intended to slip into either the soap or cologne of some unfortunate male in order to give him hives.
Congratulations, Surreal and Cara. You've just made the males of the island a few times less likely to properly bathe themselves for a few weeks or so. And I say this as somebody who used to have difficulty nerving myself up to use the showers in the boys' room in the first place.
Ender showed up for his shift at Stark Industries slightly late, but he put himself straight to work in the back studying data sent to him from home, so I can't imagine there was terribly much in need of repairs. Surprising, after a weekend spent with very few pairs of thumbs, island wide. Perhaps people were just too embarrassed to admit how many things they fumbled and broke over the course of the two days before. Ben showed up with food that was decidedly not hay or apples, and the two boys went on to discuss genetically-modified plants. Crops, in particular. Hopefully nothing that's prone to rear up and try to take a bite out of either of them if they turn their backs for a moment too long.
Caritas brings the notes about full-circle with yet more rainbows, this time in the form of shots that Jake was doing at the bar, mostly with annoying Tino in mind. On an only slightly related note, I apologize for not coming in to sample your martinis on Saturday, April. I had hooves. Provided there isn't some other unfortunate transformation again this weekend coming, I'll stop by with my guitar or something to make up for it, perhaps.
And I believe that's all the notes the squirrels wrote, so I'm going to go and get more coffee. Take care, Fandom. And try not to discriminate against the man-birds or overrun the island with zombie rabbits or anything. Keep in mind that the squirrels are just itching to tattle if you do.
*Chittering*
Yes, I know I barely sleep anyway. What caffeinated miracle beverage do you think I use to get myself through the morning because of that, hm? Now, have you nosy little berks got any notes for me? Good. Let's get this over with as painlessly as possible.
In the school yesterday, we saw what was more or less business as usual after a weekend spent entertaining Fandom and her whimsies. This includes rainbows in the library for William, who Rilla requested a distraction of after coming in bearing the news that her brother has gone off to war. My condolences, Rilla, and well-wishes as well, from the entire population of the island, I'm sure.
Yesterday was a film day in Philosophy of Choice, presumably because Ronan was exercising his ability to make use of his fingers again in order to press buttons. Surreal, meanwhile, was exercising her ability to stand on two legs again by up and walking out. In Diversity and You, it was a trip to Central Park to meet the manbirds, which, if I'm to understand correctly, are an amalgam of two of New York's most prominent residents; pigeons and panhandlers. The students were given the opportunity to make use of Callie's translation skills in order to converse with these proud and noble vermin, or else to discuss whether they ought to be allowed in New York in the first place. You know, I'm no fan of being crapped on or hassled for change, but I'm going to have to lean toward yes on that one. Mutant's prerogative.
Moving along, Relationship Ed covered that unfortunate moment when one realizes that they're about ready to move on with sex with their partner, but they've also got to come clean about the lies they've told about what one's significant other might find in one's pants. The notes here have suggestions. A few years at Xavier's should have prepared me for the term 'vestigal twin,' and yet here I am, mildly disturbed. Lucky students got to pick their malady of choice from a jar, and then share with the class how they'd inform their significant other that it was all just a lie. A terrible, nightmarish lie.
I'm going to be frank with you, residents of Fandom Island. I suspect that anybody would be thankful to learn that the vestigal twin bit was all just an elaborate fabrication.
Yakko treated his History-exclamation-point class to a shadow puppet show in the style of Illinois Smith, which I hear was surprisingly elaborate for somebody who one might assume has only two hands. The students probably appreciated it, at any rate. One more reminder that we all woke up with thumbs today. Except possibly for Pinkie Pie. And that housecat.
Moving on to the dorms now, which I always feel slightly uncomfortable reporting on because it means that you all had squirrels staring at you in your bedrooms and yes you're all welcome for that notion, good luck ever shaking it, Luke returned to his room with a haircut, which Percy seemed to appreciate, though he did wonder why Luke wasn't dying out the grey. I'll have you know that there is nothing wrong with the colour gr- No, I'm lying. Do yourself a favour and dye it out, Luke. Grey's a bloody horrible colour to have to walk around with all day.
Out on the grounds, meanwhile, George was practising his ability to raise the dead on a rabbit.
… There are a few dozen things I could comment with after reading that note, folks, and I think I'm just going to settle for saying that it was very thoughtful that he left the zombie rabbit outside. Ace marvelled at how tame the bunny was, which prompted George to explain what he was up to, and left Ace absorbing the newfound information that her roommate is a necromancer. Anna stopped by to comment also, mostly concerned about how polite it might be to disturb the dead like that, and George pointed out that the rabbit wasn't complaining before they made introductions. You know, coming from a reality where people I know personally seem to die and then come back at an alarming rate, you'd think I'd find that entire section of notes to be less disturbing, somehow.
Next, we'll cover the town, now with about ninety-eight percent fewer brightly-coloured ponies. There was Surreal at the Magic Box, however, which is usually far more dangerous. Seems she was mixing up some sort of potion or other, which she later explained to Cara was something she intended to slip into either the soap or cologne of some unfortunate male in order to give him hives.
Congratulations, Surreal and Cara. You've just made the males of the island a few times less likely to properly bathe themselves for a few weeks or so. And I say this as somebody who used to have difficulty nerving myself up to use the showers in the boys' room in the first place.
Ender showed up for his shift at Stark Industries slightly late, but he put himself straight to work in the back studying data sent to him from home, so I can't imagine there was terribly much in need of repairs. Surprising, after a weekend spent with very few pairs of thumbs, island wide. Perhaps people were just too embarrassed to admit how many things they fumbled and broke over the course of the two days before. Ben showed up with food that was decidedly not hay or apples, and the two boys went on to discuss genetically-modified plants. Crops, in particular. Hopefully nothing that's prone to rear up and try to take a bite out of either of them if they turn their backs for a moment too long.
Caritas brings the notes about full-circle with yet more rainbows, this time in the form of shots that Jake was doing at the bar, mostly with annoying Tino in mind. On an only slightly related note, I apologize for not coming in to sample your martinis on Saturday, April. I had hooves. Provided there isn't some other unfortunate transformation again this weekend coming, I'll stop by with my guitar or something to make up for it, perhaps.
And I believe that's all the notes the squirrels wrote, so I'm going to go and get more coffee. Take care, Fandom. And try not to discriminate against the man-birds or overrun the island with zombie rabbits or anything. Keep in mind that the squirrels are just itching to tattle if you do.