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fandom_radio2013-03-12 08:00 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandom_radio2013-03-12 08:00 am
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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, March 12th
... There is no way it can possibly be Tuesday already. Take it back, I have more sleeping to do. Or else give me some of that rum in my coffee, it'll help me wake up.
*Chittering*
Yes, well, if I was low on rum, I'd still share with th'bloke I went and dragged out of bed. Here, best give me the notes, then, so that I can read them and then drag my sorry arse back t'sleep. I still don't believe you about it being Tuesday, by th'way.
Right, then. So, at the School, Philosophy speculated on Matthew McConaughey's career choices, American Feminism had Bay as a substitute, who showed them a video about Georgia O'Keefe, and Flight class went skydiving. Squirrels, if you can get me a copy of a roster of that class, I'd love to speculate on who froze up. It'll dull the ache of having to admit that these do, in fact, look to be Tuesday notes. As does this one about Jeremy falling asleep at Apathy Club, only to have his face decorated in gold star stickers in the shape of something obscene. Or how William was expecting strangeness in th'library, only to be horribly let down, for once.
It's Tuesday, then. Doesn't mean I have to like it.
In the Dorms, Jim had Jell-O in his room which he brought back from the mainland, and gets a visit from Mr. Moxy and Natalie, who might or might not be tense, and who might or might not be able to get an answer out of him if she never bothers using his name.
And, finally, Town, where it was also Tuesday, we had Cade napping on the job at Stark Industries, surprising precisely nobody. Jack was dealing with rum orders at the Devil's Nest - see, squirrels, just go talk to him - and Eponine came in to tell him about how something he said led to her getting a job. They spoke about schooling and the places they lived when they were younger, as well. Derek was more interested in why the DJ was behaving himself for once, so Jack strung him along with a list of made-up bribes before they caught up on spring break and tattoos.
And that's the note that I'm finishing this broadcast on. Now I'm going to go home, make my own bloody coffee, and put my own bloody rum in, while shaking my head at these squirrels. Honestly. A proper group of squirrels would have at least buried a few bottles as a precautionary measure for later.
Ugh, Tuesday.
*Chittering*
Yes, well, if I was low on rum, I'd still share with th'bloke I went and dragged out of bed. Here, best give me the notes, then, so that I can read them and then drag my sorry arse back t'sleep. I still don't believe you about it being Tuesday, by th'way.
Right, then. So, at the School, Philosophy speculated on Matthew McConaughey's career choices, American Feminism had Bay as a substitute, who showed them a video about Georgia O'Keefe, and Flight class went skydiving. Squirrels, if you can get me a copy of a roster of that class, I'd love to speculate on who froze up. It'll dull the ache of having to admit that these do, in fact, look to be Tuesday notes. As does this one about Jeremy falling asleep at Apathy Club, only to have his face decorated in gold star stickers in the shape of something obscene. Or how William was expecting strangeness in th'library, only to be horribly let down, for once.
It's Tuesday, then. Doesn't mean I have to like it.
In the Dorms, Jim had Jell-O in his room which he brought back from the mainland, and gets a visit from Mr. Moxy and Natalie, who might or might not be tense, and who might or might not be able to get an answer out of him if she never bothers using his name.
And, finally, Town, where it was also Tuesday, we had Cade napping on the job at Stark Industries, surprising precisely nobody. Jack was dealing with rum orders at the Devil's Nest - see, squirrels, just go talk to him - and Eponine came in to tell him about how something he said led to her getting a job. They spoke about schooling and the places they lived when they were younger, as well. Derek was more interested in why the DJ was behaving himself for once, so Jack strung him along with a list of made-up bribes before they caught up on spring break and tattoos.
And that's the note that I'm finishing this broadcast on. Now I'm going to go home, make my own bloody coffee, and put my own bloody rum in, while shaking my head at these squirrels. Honestly. A proper group of squirrels would have at least buried a few bottles as a precautionary measure for later.
Ugh, Tuesday.