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fandom_radio2012-12-04 08:12 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandom_radio2012-12-04 08:12 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, December 4th
Sometimes I wonder how it is that these squirrels manage to actually get me out of bed for this job. And then there are mornings like this morning, where they actually saddled up my cat and had her stand on my chest. Not just walk across. Not sit on. Stand.
If you've never had a cat stand on you, trust me, you aren't missing out. If you've never had a cat stand on bruises, you're bloody lucky. So I'm going to read these notes, and I'm going to give dirty look to the rodeo squirrels while I do so.
*... Squeak.*
First off, in the School, Philosophy 102's film of the day was... Mansquito? That sounds horrible. I might have to add it to my video collection. Two Lions watched Wildcat in Snow, which is both rather more tasteful, and a classic, which I can also appreciate. And How to Start a Business was the odd one out again this week with reviews for the final next week, rather than a film day.
That's next week. Where did this semester go?
Science! Club yesterday was about attempting t'do the impossible, apparently, with club members working on a perpetual motion machine. That's ambitious.
Over in the Dorms, Jim was shirtless, sweaty, and reading on his bed, which I suppose might appeal to some of you bibliophiles out there? If you ask me, he probably ought to get a shower. But nobody ever asks me.
And in Town, Cade was making use of his time at Stark Industries to go on a little trinket hunt. Don't get me started on how many of those things my cat dragged out. Jack was catching up on work at the Devil's Nest while digging out more little gifts. April stopped by with coffee and they talked about gifts they wanted as children, and about how it's a little eerie when the island does nice things. At the Magic Box, Surreal had a book of seasonal spells out and was working on making displays. And down at Efferton Manor, Porthos was moving in.
Turn back while you still can, Monsieur du Vallon.
At the Perk, Stiles' head was one with the top of his table. I've had days like that. Topher offered to help Stiles on the homework that he'd fallen behind on, which I would say was actually a shockingly generous move on Topher's part, except then the notes say the conversation veered to Derek, sex, and rubber gloves, and I just... have no words. Kitty suggested that Stiles perhaps just never go back home again after he told her about her last trip, which I imagine is why his head was on the desk, and then they talked about babysitting Derek. Which, I'll remind you, was mentioned in the conversation previous alongside sex and rubber gloves. We can add pet names to that list, once Laurie informed Stiles that he'll always be her little friend and they got to talking, and then Stiles invited Jack to his lacrosse game next week, an invitation that presumably has nothing to do with babysitting Derek with rubber gloves.
The things I report around here.
And that's all for my notes, so I'm going to go and... pour some coffee into my face or something. This is Jonothon Starsmore, signing off.
If you've never had a cat stand on you, trust me, you aren't missing out. If you've never had a cat stand on bruises, you're bloody lucky. So I'm going to read these notes, and I'm going to give dirty look to the rodeo squirrels while I do so.
*... Squeak.*
First off, in the School, Philosophy 102's film of the day was... Mansquito? That sounds horrible. I might have to add it to my video collection. Two Lions watched Wildcat in Snow, which is both rather more tasteful, and a classic, which I can also appreciate. And How to Start a Business was the odd one out again this week with reviews for the final next week, rather than a film day.
That's next week. Where did this semester go?
Science! Club yesterday was about attempting t'do the impossible, apparently, with club members working on a perpetual motion machine. That's ambitious.
Over in the Dorms, Jim was shirtless, sweaty, and reading on his bed, which I suppose might appeal to some of you bibliophiles out there? If you ask me, he probably ought to get a shower. But nobody ever asks me.
And in Town, Cade was making use of his time at Stark Industries to go on a little trinket hunt. Don't get me started on how many of those things my cat dragged out. Jack was catching up on work at the Devil's Nest while digging out more little gifts. April stopped by with coffee and they talked about gifts they wanted as children, and about how it's a little eerie when the island does nice things. At the Magic Box, Surreal had a book of seasonal spells out and was working on making displays. And down at Efferton Manor, Porthos was moving in.
Turn back while you still can, Monsieur du Vallon.
At the Perk, Stiles' head was one with the top of his table. I've had days like that. Topher offered to help Stiles on the homework that he'd fallen behind on, which I would say was actually a shockingly generous move on Topher's part, except then the notes say the conversation veered to Derek, sex, and rubber gloves, and I just... have no words. Kitty suggested that Stiles perhaps just never go back home again after he told her about her last trip, which I imagine is why his head was on the desk, and then they talked about babysitting Derek. Which, I'll remind you, was mentioned in the conversation previous alongside sex and rubber gloves. We can add pet names to that list, once Laurie informed Stiles that he'll always be her little friend and they got to talking, and then Stiles invited Jack to his lacrosse game next week, an invitation that presumably has nothing to do with babysitting Derek with rubber gloves.
The things I report around here.
And that's all for my notes, so I'm going to go and... pour some coffee into my face or something. This is Jonothon Starsmore, signing off.