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fandom_radio2012-05-29 08:24 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, May 29th
Good morning, Fandom. Jonothon Starsmore here, on the first working day of this week, surrounded by squirrels who all seem to smell faintly of barbecue. And strongly of alcohol, of course, but that bit isn't anything new. This is how I know they're American squirrels, by the way. They'll take any excuse to slap a slab of dead animal over flaming charcoal. In November, where I come from, we just lay wreaths and stand around quietly for a couple of minutes.
Of course, we also get that day off. Looks like there was still some activity around the island all the same. Such as at the school, where William was having difficulty shelving books on Canadian history in the library and classes were held just like any other Monday. In Philosophy of Choice, it was a lesson on the Bystander Effect, where the more people are standing around, the less likely any one of them are to put an end to an injustice. Students were given the opportunity to witness a mugging and act accordingly, and to explain their choices after the fact. I'd put money on there being practically nobody who would've stood down and let it happen. This place is full of idiots, after all. I ought to know, being one of them myself.
In Diversity & You, students got to go on a field trip to New Hell, which is apparently more a tourist trap than the brimstone-and-torture depictions of Hell you hear about more often, these days. Seifer was assigned to Bucky-the-Cat-sitting, since Callie doesn't much trust Bucky to not get his furry little arse killed or worse down there, before they all rode the escalator down to Hell. They had about an hour to shop around before regrouping. Except for Seifer, of course, who got to listen to Bucky moaning about being stuffed into a bag the entire time, instead.
Relationships class was cautioned about the dangers of the 'sock gap.' Oh, dear lord, I know this one. Trick is to lose your socks at the same time as your trousers, so that you're not standing there with your arse hanging out and socks still on like an idiot. Jeff gave students dolls with socks on, so that they could practise their technique. And I can really only assume, Jeremy, Juliet, and Stacey, that you're all virgins. Trust me, trying to keep a mood while wearing nothing but your ratty old tocks with one toe out on the left foot is far more difficult than you appear to think it is.
And, wrapping up the notes on the school, of course, is barbecue, in Yakko's history lesson on Memorial Day.
Any excuse, see? The squirrels have brought little portable grills in here and are cooking up hot dogs as we speak.
... Make one for me too, would you?
The dorms were fairly quiet yesterday, I can only assume it was because you were all outside enjoying the sunshine and lighting fires under chunks of meat. Victor was a bit down as he reminisced in his room, Bucky was demolishing the blender in the third floor common room, and Thelma greeted the maniac cat with a bit of an insane greeting of her own, reminding him that yes, she is, in fact, dead.
I always feel inclined to tell people that a condition like that'll probably clear right up, soon. And then I shake my head and tell myself that I've spent too much bloody time around the X-Men. Christ.
We'll tie this broadcast off with the news from town, where people were working in spite of the holiday, and I can only assume that most of them were either not American, or just not fans of barbecue.
*Chittering*
Yes, mustard, please.
*Chittering*
No, no pickles.
Ahem.
At Café Luke's, Vincent was grilling all manner of high-end meat, and some vegetables for good measure, when Peeta stopped in, asked about the place, and then talked with Vincent about taking a shift that had been left unfilled since graduation. Electroclash was makig phone calls and drinking iced coffee at the Perk, which was thankfully devoid of barbecue, and at the Devil's Nest, Jack was spending his first day tackling paperwork. Productivity on a long weekend, Jack? I salute you. At the Gig, Angelica was thankful to be back around the horses, ignoring the wealth of watering cans at the stable. Ender decided to take a break from a backed-up inbox at Stark Industries in favour of tinkering with a printer in the back room, and at Fandom Fish 'n Bait, Jon was dealing with new stock, including snorkelling gear and tropical fish. Presumably, you're supposed to use the snorkelling gear in the ocean, and not in your home aquarium in an effort to get better-acquainted to your angelfish. But around here, I wouldn't be surprised if someone attempted it, all the same.
And that's the end of the notes, it would seem. I'm going to sign off now, so that you don't all have to spend the next few minutes listening to the no-doubt terribly attractive sounds of me eating.
You're welcome.
Of course, we also get that day off. Looks like there was still some activity around the island all the same. Such as at the school, where William was having difficulty shelving books on Canadian history in the library and classes were held just like any other Monday. In Philosophy of Choice, it was a lesson on the Bystander Effect, where the more people are standing around, the less likely any one of them are to put an end to an injustice. Students were given the opportunity to witness a mugging and act accordingly, and to explain their choices after the fact. I'd put money on there being practically nobody who would've stood down and let it happen. This place is full of idiots, after all. I ought to know, being one of them myself.
In Diversity & You, students got to go on a field trip to New Hell, which is apparently more a tourist trap than the brimstone-and-torture depictions of Hell you hear about more often, these days. Seifer was assigned to Bucky-the-Cat-sitting, since Callie doesn't much trust Bucky to not get his furry little arse killed or worse down there, before they all rode the escalator down to Hell. They had about an hour to shop around before regrouping. Except for Seifer, of course, who got to listen to Bucky moaning about being stuffed into a bag the entire time, instead.
Relationships class was cautioned about the dangers of the 'sock gap.' Oh, dear lord, I know this one. Trick is to lose your socks at the same time as your trousers, so that you're not standing there with your arse hanging out and socks still on like an idiot. Jeff gave students dolls with socks on, so that they could practise their technique. And I can really only assume, Jeremy, Juliet, and Stacey, that you're all virgins. Trust me, trying to keep a mood while wearing nothing but your ratty old tocks with one toe out on the left foot is far more difficult than you appear to think it is.
And, wrapping up the notes on the school, of course, is barbecue, in Yakko's history lesson on Memorial Day.
Any excuse, see? The squirrels have brought little portable grills in here and are cooking up hot dogs as we speak.
... Make one for me too, would you?
The dorms were fairly quiet yesterday, I can only assume it was because you were all outside enjoying the sunshine and lighting fires under chunks of meat. Victor was a bit down as he reminisced in his room, Bucky was demolishing the blender in the third floor common room, and Thelma greeted the maniac cat with a bit of an insane greeting of her own, reminding him that yes, she is, in fact, dead.
I always feel inclined to tell people that a condition like that'll probably clear right up, soon. And then I shake my head and tell myself that I've spent too much bloody time around the X-Men. Christ.
We'll tie this broadcast off with the news from town, where people were working in spite of the holiday, and I can only assume that most of them were either not American, or just not fans of barbecue.
*Chittering*
Yes, mustard, please.
*Chittering*
No, no pickles.
Ahem.
At Café Luke's, Vincent was grilling all manner of high-end meat, and some vegetables for good measure, when Peeta stopped in, asked about the place, and then talked with Vincent about taking a shift that had been left unfilled since graduation. Electroclash was makig phone calls and drinking iced coffee at the Perk, which was thankfully devoid of barbecue, and at the Devil's Nest, Jack was spending his first day tackling paperwork. Productivity on a long weekend, Jack? I salute you. At the Gig, Angelica was thankful to be back around the horses, ignoring the wealth of watering cans at the stable. Ender decided to take a break from a backed-up inbox at Stark Industries in favour of tinkering with a printer in the back room, and at Fandom Fish 'n Bait, Jon was dealing with new stock, including snorkelling gear and tropical fish. Presumably, you're supposed to use the snorkelling gear in the ocean, and not in your home aquarium in an effort to get better-acquainted to your angelfish. But around here, I wouldn't be surprised if someone attempted it, all the same.
And that's the end of the notes, it would seem. I'm going to sign off now, so that you don't all have to spend the next few minutes listening to the no-doubt terribly attractive sounds of me eating.
You're welcome.