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fandom_radio2012-10-09 11:00 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, October 9th
There is radio equipment beside my bed.
I'm in Africa, and there is radio equipment beside my bed. And there are squirrels. In my room. In Africa. Beside my bed. And attempting to break into the minibar. So help me, rodents, if that gets billed to me you'll find yourselves trussed up outside for the wild dogs, and I'll only feel slightly guilty about it. Go swim in the pool or something, and I'll read your bloody notes.
In bed. In Africa.
*Chittering*
I don't care what time it is right now in Africa. I was sleeping.
But the sooner I get this finished, the sooner I can try to go back to sleep. Which means perhaps I ought to start with this single note from the Island? Jack, mate, I actually almost feel sorry for you, what with the paperwork you were doing yesterday at the Devil's Nest. I was watching elephants from my balcony, and you were drowning in liquor licence papers? I'll bring you along as my guest next time, if you needed somebody on the faculty to take pity on you and invite you to join them.
And now for the rest of the notes, which all take place in Africa. Again, Jack, I'm sorry. You might want to stop listening now. Even I haven't found much to complain about yet, with the exception of the squirrels doing the breaststroke in my suite.
In the morning, in the suites, Bo and Mitchell had a debate over the worth of room service and their lack of leopard-print pancakes. You know, I think they could probably use chocolate syrup to make spots on them while they cooked... Somebody, try this? At breakfast, Anakin Solo and Hanna ate breakfast together, having remembered one another from the last trip. Anakin followed up breakfast with a workout in the gym, which I might need to take in today at some point, too. Probably after I've rid myself of rodents and radio equipment. Tyrion and Billy took in the library, which I might also need to investigate, and then, at the pool, Atton and Jim talked about barfights, and leaving Jackson on the beach in basketball form.
… Sometimes, Fandom still baffles me.
While doing some shopping at the Singita Boutique & Gallery, Loki tormented Jackson after the bloke yelled at him for so much as saying hello, and I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm on Loki's side on this one. Loki, you ought to ask him about what it's like being a basketball. I'm certain he'll love that.
And then there was a morning safari, which the squirrels are slightly excited about. No, mates, I don't think you can go drinking with the meerkats. But then, what do I know? I was under the impression, once upon a time, that squirrels couldn't drink, and ducks and ferrets couldn't wear clothing and chain-smoke, and I've been proven wrong on all counts on more than one occasion. Victor offered Cade some drinking advice before they were distracted by an impala, and Sia and Lex both seemed to have their hands full, explaining the reasons why Olive shouldn't have a pet meerkat, and Kenzi doesn't need to bring home a lion cub, respectively.
The Fandomite invasion of Africa continued on into the evening, with people like Natalie quite content to stay in their rooms for the evening. Jim, Olive, and Stacey enjoyed dinner under the stars by the pool, because, really, we all need another pool. At the bar, Cade was giving drinking another go, from a fuzzy cheetah-print bottle that had Tony mildly concerned. Sia made her way to the spa for a massage, Topher found his way to the library to look up things for Peter, and Alec and Percy went out on an evening safari, presumably because they didn't want to be up this early Fandom Time, either.
Squirrels, get out of that minibar immediately.
And the pool. You're being evicted.
And as for the rest of you, this is Jonothon Starsmore. Enjoy your vacation or try not to wish you'd come along too badly. I'm up, now. I suppose I'll try to make some good of the day.
I'm in Africa, and there is radio equipment beside my bed. And there are squirrels. In my room. In Africa. Beside my bed. And attempting to break into the minibar. So help me, rodents, if that gets billed to me you'll find yourselves trussed up outside for the wild dogs, and I'll only feel slightly guilty about it. Go swim in the pool or something, and I'll read your bloody notes.
In bed. In Africa.
*Chittering*
I don't care what time it is right now in Africa. I was sleeping.
But the sooner I get this finished, the sooner I can try to go back to sleep. Which means perhaps I ought to start with this single note from the Island? Jack, mate, I actually almost feel sorry for you, what with the paperwork you were doing yesterday at the Devil's Nest. I was watching elephants from my balcony, and you were drowning in liquor licence papers? I'll bring you along as my guest next time, if you needed somebody on the faculty to take pity on you and invite you to join them.
And now for the rest of the notes, which all take place in Africa. Again, Jack, I'm sorry. You might want to stop listening now. Even I haven't found much to complain about yet, with the exception of the squirrels doing the breaststroke in my suite.
In the morning, in the suites, Bo and Mitchell had a debate over the worth of room service and their lack of leopard-print pancakes. You know, I think they could probably use chocolate syrup to make spots on them while they cooked... Somebody, try this? At breakfast, Anakin Solo and Hanna ate breakfast together, having remembered one another from the last trip. Anakin followed up breakfast with a workout in the gym, which I might need to take in today at some point, too. Probably after I've rid myself of rodents and radio equipment. Tyrion and Billy took in the library, which I might also need to investigate, and then, at the pool, Atton and Jim talked about barfights, and leaving Jackson on the beach in basketball form.
… Sometimes, Fandom still baffles me.
While doing some shopping at the Singita Boutique & Gallery, Loki tormented Jackson after the bloke yelled at him for so much as saying hello, and I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm on Loki's side on this one. Loki, you ought to ask him about what it's like being a basketball. I'm certain he'll love that.
And then there was a morning safari, which the squirrels are slightly excited about. No, mates, I don't think you can go drinking with the meerkats. But then, what do I know? I was under the impression, once upon a time, that squirrels couldn't drink, and ducks and ferrets couldn't wear clothing and chain-smoke, and I've been proven wrong on all counts on more than one occasion. Victor offered Cade some drinking advice before they were distracted by an impala, and Sia and Lex both seemed to have their hands full, explaining the reasons why Olive shouldn't have a pet meerkat, and Kenzi doesn't need to bring home a lion cub, respectively.
The Fandomite invasion of Africa continued on into the evening, with people like Natalie quite content to stay in their rooms for the evening. Jim, Olive, and Stacey enjoyed dinner under the stars by the pool, because, really, we all need another pool. At the bar, Cade was giving drinking another go, from a fuzzy cheetah-print bottle that had Tony mildly concerned. Sia made her way to the spa for a massage, Topher found his way to the library to look up things for Peter, and Alec and Percy went out on an evening safari, presumably because they didn't want to be up this early Fandom Time, either.
Squirrels, get out of that minibar immediately.
And the pool. You're being evicted.
And as for the rest of you, this is Jonothon Starsmore. Enjoy your vacation or try not to wish you'd come along too badly. I'm up, now. I suppose I'll try to make some good of the day.