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fandom_radio2015-01-01 10:57 am
myownface) wrote in fandom_radio2015-01-01 10:57 am
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Fandom Radio, Thursday, January 1st
Hey, Fandom. So, like, it's the first broadcast of 2015, and there is one squirrel here. I mean, the little guy's passed out face-first in rum, but judging by the fact that he's the only one here with notes for me this morning, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that he's earned the nap.
I feel ya, little guy. I'll leave some water for you to drink when you wake up. God knows I need that, too. Ugh. Happy nothing, my head hates you all and the sun and it's probably a matter of time before I blow up one or the other, I figure. So I'm going to read these notes. And then maybe I'll just, like, have a nap under the radio control console thing until this hangover pisses off.
I guess, like, everything the squirrel wanted to cover today was in town. Or, at least, everybody left on the island was in town and they happened to all go to the same party. Except for Alana, who was working at the Book Haven and telling the books how much she missed 'em. Okay, that's kind of cute. I don't know that I'd get so sentimental if I ever decided to get off my ass and go back to pull a shift at Demon Marcus, but I'm sure the books appreciated it more than the Gucci ever would.
Everyone else was at Caritas, partying down with a bunch of well-dressed zombies. Minako was doing the karaoke thing, because, you know, Minako. And I'm not even going to tease her for the Taylor Swift she was apparently singing because, screw it, I can't even deny that stuff is catchy. Constantine avoided the party, sitting over at the bar instead, because not everyone who goes to a bar on New Year's Eve wants to mingle, I guess.
But, you know, everyone else seemed to be doing okay at it. Hell, even Atton was there, catching up with Sia about Jedi things and other galaxy things, all that stuff. Kitty and Éponine talked about their respective years and about maybe being optimistic about the next one, and guys, if that works for you, knock yourselves out. Irene's dress earned her a compliment from Kitty before the conversation turned to how we're in the future now, and flying cars and road trips, and I don't know... I'd settle for that hoverboard that the movies have been promising me for ages, now. Hannibal and Irene caught up and talked about accessorizing, too, and I'm kind of regretting missing this party if it was all Taylor Swift and fashion, I'm going to admit that now.
Kitty offered Hatter a hat for his hat, which isn't actually as much of a mouthful as I thought it would be when I saw it on paper, and they talked about, like, neck strain. And anvils. Irene's conversation with him involved fewer anvils and more holiday traditions. Like platonic midnight kisses. There were walks about less platonic midnight kisses too, from Kitty and Clint. And actual, real kissing, too. I guess maybe they were going for a kiss every hour as different timezones rolled into 2015, too? They started with the UK.
Of course, those of us not doing multiple countdowns last night had an actual midnight in the here-on-the-island to look forward to. And good freaking riddance to 2014, right?
Now, I'm going to get back to celebrating 2015 by... look, that spot right there looks comfy. Auld lang syne and all that. Sparkle out.
I feel ya, little guy. I'll leave some water for you to drink when you wake up. God knows I need that, too. Ugh. Happy nothing, my head hates you all and the sun and it's probably a matter of time before I blow up one or the other, I figure. So I'm going to read these notes. And then maybe I'll just, like, have a nap under the radio control console thing until this hangover pisses off.
I guess, like, everything the squirrel wanted to cover today was in town. Or, at least, everybody left on the island was in town and they happened to all go to the same party. Except for Alana, who was working at the Book Haven and telling the books how much she missed 'em. Okay, that's kind of cute. I don't know that I'd get so sentimental if I ever decided to get off my ass and go back to pull a shift at Demon Marcus, but I'm sure the books appreciated it more than the Gucci ever would.
Everyone else was at Caritas, partying down with a bunch of well-dressed zombies. Minako was doing the karaoke thing, because, you know, Minako. And I'm not even going to tease her for the Taylor Swift she was apparently singing because, screw it, I can't even deny that stuff is catchy. Constantine avoided the party, sitting over at the bar instead, because not everyone who goes to a bar on New Year's Eve wants to mingle, I guess.
But, you know, everyone else seemed to be doing okay at it. Hell, even Atton was there, catching up with Sia about Jedi things and other galaxy things, all that stuff. Kitty and Éponine talked about their respective years and about maybe being optimistic about the next one, and guys, if that works for you, knock yourselves out. Irene's dress earned her a compliment from Kitty before the conversation turned to how we're in the future now, and flying cars and road trips, and I don't know... I'd settle for that hoverboard that the movies have been promising me for ages, now. Hannibal and Irene caught up and talked about accessorizing, too, and I'm kind of regretting missing this party if it was all Taylor Swift and fashion, I'm going to admit that now.
Kitty offered Hatter a hat for his hat, which isn't actually as much of a mouthful as I thought it would be when I saw it on paper, and they talked about, like, neck strain. And anvils. Irene's conversation with him involved fewer anvils and more holiday traditions. Like platonic midnight kisses. There were walks about less platonic midnight kisses too, from Kitty and Clint. And actual, real kissing, too. I guess maybe they were going for a kiss every hour as different timezones rolled into 2015, too? They started with the UK.
Of course, those of us not doing multiple countdowns last night had an actual midnight in the here-on-the-island to look forward to. And good freaking riddance to 2014, right?
Now, I'm going to get back to celebrating 2015 by... look, that spot right there looks comfy. Auld lang syne and all that. Sparkle out.