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fandom_radio2012-08-14 08:19 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandom_radio2012-08-14 08:19 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, August 14th
Gremlins: Duuuuuuuuh-DAH!
Jono: What in the bloody hell are you--
Gremlins Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-DAH!
Jono: If you would be so kind, I have a radio broadcast to start, here, and it's bad enough that the squirrels-
Squirrels: *Join in chittering to the JAWS theme...*
Jono: Bugger it. Good morning, Fandom. This is Jonothon Starsmore with yesterday's notes, and if the gremlins and squirrels are any indication, apparently there's a decent chance that I'm about to be eaten by a sha-
Gremlins and Squirrels: DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH--
Jono: OUT!! *silence* … Good. Now I'm going to start reading these before they decide to start up again. Bloody little plonkers.
At the School yesterday, in the library, William was dealing with glitter. Everywhere, but most notably in fiction, where the outbreak began. I suspect the books will be blinding people in the sunlight with errant sparkle specks for months to come. Read with caution, residents of Fandom.
One Lone Gremlin: Duuuh-dah?
Jono: … Yes, I suppose that's appropriate, there. You may stay. But no biting. Practical Philosophy class saw Tara substituting and asking the group just what they figured they owed to Fandom, after their graduation. Students discussed the topic with what I can only imagine were some rather varied answers in light of current events. In Art Games, they were playing capture the flag. I'm not entirely certain what that has to do with art, but I suppose it does fall under the 'games' category well enough. Students donned their weapons and armour, and then they set off into the preserve to hunt for flags.
Gremlin: DUUUUH-DAH!
Jono: Madrox was eating dog biscuits in study hall, lord only knows why.
Gremlin: DUUUUH-DAH!
Jono: Romeo had his students discuss their favourite poems in Poetry 101. Evan mentioned an Emily Dickinson poem that he's fond of during the class discussion. At least the lad knows the classics, I suppose. Zayne's Middle Of A War class wrapped up the summer sessions by playing paintball. Really, between that and Art Games, yesterday it was not safe to go into the preserve.
Gremlin: DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH BWAH!!! BWAH!!!
Jono: … Sigh. Moving on, now, to what went on in the Dorms yesterday. Ben and Ender returned back from their trip to the GFFA, which apparently didn't go terribly well. They spent yesterday doing as much of nothing at all as they could manage, while talking to one another about just what happened back there. I hope you lads are doing better now. Sia was in her room, removing all traces of her sparkly Princess-sister Leo - my sympathies for your weekend, Sia - and she and Juliet were in agreement that the lava lamp was no terrible loss. Hanna was also back from a trip home, and she decided to paint her nails.
*Silence*
Yes, I suppose that wasn't exactly ominous music-worthy. Moving on to Town, the-
Gremlin: DUUUH-DAH!
Jono: I'm regretting not kicking you out with the others. As I was saying, the beach saw a bit of action yesterday, with Kitty getting a tan, and Pinkie splashing merrily through the waves with flippers and a shark-fin on.
Gremlin: Duh-dah-duh-dah-duh...
Jono: Inspired by the nature documentaries playing on television yesterday, Vincent's cooking took on a somewhat sharky theme at Cafe Luke's.
Gremlin: DUH!
Jono: Surreal pulled out a television in a fit of boredom at the Magic Box, and was watching shark documentaries when Cara came in for her regular visit. They talked, of course, about how idiotic some people are, to get into the water to play with the bloody things in the first place.
Gremlin: DUH!
Jono: Yes, mate. Duh. The Devil's Nest saw Jack keeping his distance while Tiny cooed and baby-talked a tray of carnivorous plants, and Jake spent his shift at Caritas watching last year's footage of the Sharks vying for the Stanley Cup.
I'm beginning to suspect that there might be some sort of theme at work with today's broadcast. I think perhaps it's best that I leave the station now, before I find myself being attacked where I stand by a giant shark made of a thousand chomping gremlins.
Gremlin: DUH DAAAH!
Jono: Not a chance, mate.
Jono: What in the bloody hell are you--
Gremlins Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-DAH!
Jono: If you would be so kind, I have a radio broadcast to start, here, and it's bad enough that the squirrels-
Squirrels: *Join in chittering to the JAWS theme...*
Jono: Bugger it. Good morning, Fandom. This is Jonothon Starsmore with yesterday's notes, and if the gremlins and squirrels are any indication, apparently there's a decent chance that I'm about to be eaten by a sha-
Gremlins and Squirrels: DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH--
Jono: OUT!! *silence* … Good. Now I'm going to start reading these before they decide to start up again. Bloody little plonkers.
At the School yesterday, in the library, William was dealing with glitter. Everywhere, but most notably in fiction, where the outbreak began. I suspect the books will be blinding people in the sunlight with errant sparkle specks for months to come. Read with caution, residents of Fandom.
One Lone Gremlin: Duuuh-dah?
Jono: … Yes, I suppose that's appropriate, there. You may stay. But no biting. Practical Philosophy class saw Tara substituting and asking the group just what they figured they owed to Fandom, after their graduation. Students discussed the topic with what I can only imagine were some rather varied answers in light of current events. In Art Games, they were playing capture the flag. I'm not entirely certain what that has to do with art, but I suppose it does fall under the 'games' category well enough. Students donned their weapons and armour, and then they set off into the preserve to hunt for flags.
Gremlin: DUUUUH-DAH!
Jono: Madrox was eating dog biscuits in study hall, lord only knows why.
Gremlin: DUUUUH-DAH!
Jono: Romeo had his students discuss their favourite poems in Poetry 101. Evan mentioned an Emily Dickinson poem that he's fond of during the class discussion. At least the lad knows the classics, I suppose. Zayne's Middle Of A War class wrapped up the summer sessions by playing paintball. Really, between that and Art Games, yesterday it was not safe to go into the preserve.
Gremlin: DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH-DUH BWAH!!! BWAH!!!
Jono: … Sigh. Moving on, now, to what went on in the Dorms yesterday. Ben and Ender returned back from their trip to the GFFA, which apparently didn't go terribly well. They spent yesterday doing as much of nothing at all as they could manage, while talking to one another about just what happened back there. I hope you lads are doing better now. Sia was in her room, removing all traces of her sparkly Princess-sister Leo - my sympathies for your weekend, Sia - and she and Juliet were in agreement that the lava lamp was no terrible loss. Hanna was also back from a trip home, and she decided to paint her nails.
*Silence*
Yes, I suppose that wasn't exactly ominous music-worthy. Moving on to Town, the-
Gremlin: DUUUH-DAH!
Jono: I'm regretting not kicking you out with the others. As I was saying, the beach saw a bit of action yesterday, with Kitty getting a tan, and Pinkie splashing merrily through the waves with flippers and a shark-fin on.
Gremlin: Duh-dah-duh-dah-duh...
Jono: Inspired by the nature documentaries playing on television yesterday, Vincent's cooking took on a somewhat sharky theme at Cafe Luke's.
Gremlin: DUH!
Jono: Surreal pulled out a television in a fit of boredom at the Magic Box, and was watching shark documentaries when Cara came in for her regular visit. They talked, of course, about how idiotic some people are, to get into the water to play with the bloody things in the first place.
Gremlin: DUH!
Jono: Yes, mate. Duh. The Devil's Nest saw Jack keeping his distance while Tiny cooed and baby-talked a tray of carnivorous plants, and Jake spent his shift at Caritas watching last year's footage of the Sharks vying for the Stanley Cup.
I'm beginning to suspect that there might be some sort of theme at work with today's broadcast. I think perhaps it's best that I leave the station now, before I find myself being attacked where I stand by a giant shark made of a thousand chomping gremlins.
Gremlin: DUH DAAAH!
Jono: Not a chance, mate.