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Fandom Radio, January 31
Hello and good evening, Fandom, on this much less tumultuous night than the last time I was here in front of this microphone thing. As a matter of fact, it's a rather quiet evening, but that's a moot point anyway since I didn't have to venture out to the Crow's Nest anyhow, isn't it? Yes, thank you very much, snow monsters. *muttered* For disappearing before I could settle my score with you, among other things. This is Lieutenant Archie Kennedy, nautical antithesis to our intrepid pirate, bringing you today's log of Fandom-related activity.
*pause* The hat stayed home today, by the way. On the off chance that any of you were wondering. Not that you can see it.
And now, without further ado, today's news.
Schooling
Advanced Criminal Justice today was an exercise in adjusting Karma through, er, "wacky" things done in the name of Justice. Initially I had the impression that Karma was much like my mother. After today's class I'm being forced to reconsider that, as I can't imagine my mother allowing herself to be adjusted. *pause* Oh, dear God. I'd like to forget I said that, thank you very much. In the newly combined Classics and Foreign Literature class session, Greek mythology and Norse sagas were the respective topics of the day. Quite the epic undertaking for you students in those classes, isn't it? Speaking of the Greeks, their ancient culture and life were the topic of today's Western Civilisation class. Once again I stayed awake, thank you.
Arthurian Traditions, which continues to be the class I find most perturbing despite my lack of enrollment in it, discussed Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, and I'll thank you to not mock my French accent, all right? The elements of poetry were again the subject of Creative Writing. Solid fundamentals, Professor Chaucer, that's the spirit.
Seems we had a minor run of faculty absentia today. Professor Sidle was out and Chemistry was cancelled (thank God, one less confusing concept for me to have to report to you today -- no offence, Professor Sidle). Professor Cregg was also out, sick, but the students in her Speech 201 and 301 classes might not consider themselves to have fared as well, as the TAs were left in charge, thereby thwarting their hopes of getting out of an actual class session. Better luck next time, you lot. Because these things have to happen in threes, or so the saying goes, Doctor Grissom was also out and left Cally in charge of Sociology of Sex Cultures. My notes are blessedly free of details on what knowledge, exactly, she saw fit to impart to the students in that class.
Moving on before my horrified curiosity gets the better of me, Introduction to Archaeology learned about cleaning, analyzing, and interpreting the items one would find on a dig. No, that's not a euphemism, but if it was, it'd be quite the dirty one.
Oh! Dirty! I didn't even -- ha. Er. Ahem. Yes, moving on.
In History of Medieval England, the aftermath of the Battle of Hastings was discussed. By the way, even in my day people misunderstood the actual etymology of the phrase "Domesday Book." Just in case that's any consolation to any of you. Although I could just be saying that to make you feel better. Bias, a subject with which I am NOT AT ALL FAMILIAR, OH NO, was today's Advanced Journalism topic, and Ethics the topic in Campaigning. Business classes today watched videos.
History of Art talked about why, and I quote, "Roman art sucks." *pause* Does it really -- has someone been hiding all the truly interesting Roman art from me, then? Or, er, that's probably another one of those figure-of-speech things, isn't it? Damn your modern vernacular. Studio Art discussed Color Theory. I'm not entirely sure what sort of theory one can invest in color, unless we're talking about the cunning use of flags. Honestly, you'd be surprised. That's more complicated than it might seem at first.
Ah, yes, and General Physical Conditioning played floor hockey. All right, so now I've heard about ice hockey, street hockey, floor hockey, and tonsil hockey. I'm assuming they're all fairly similar. Anyone care to correct me if I'm wrong?
There wasn't much mess hall activity today, except for some "bonding" between John and Aeryn, and you can draw your own conclusions there. Also seen in the lunchroom today were Ivanova, as well as Pippi, Xander, and some fortune cookies.
I don't know what nachos are, but evidently they were in the Teachers' Lounge today.
In the library, opened once again today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was reading of bad romance novels by Zero and Parker. Honestly, ladies, with all those books to choose from? Well, to each his own, I suppose. Belthazor, he of the School Beautification Committee, asked Angela out on a date while looking for books on Japanese paraphernalia. Evidently this led to Zero telling Angela she might need therapy for her, and again I quote, "bad-boy issues." The ever-effervescent Blair was also in the library, also talking to Angela about nonviolence and this past weekend, a combination that seems incongruous to me, but then again, I spent most of Saturday in a hypothermic state, so how would I know? And because the library, for all its studious purposes, is quite the social gathering, Jack Harkness the hell of a kisser was looking for Parker who is not Peter, and Anakin was passing notes with Rory.
Professor Chaucer's office hours went sadly unvisited, while the Doctor had visits from Sam Carter and Professor Methos. The bodiless Dean who hates me was playing something called Pac-Man in his office today.
Our . . . very interesting new substitute Principal, Dewey Finn, proved to be quite loquacious in today's school announcements. Somewhere in there was something about Floyd, the necessity of education, snow monsters, aliens, and a proclamation that he is our friend, not our foe. Let's all keep that in mind, shall we?
And yet again, no one received detention today, and my hopes of giving that speech are thwarted once more.
In the Crew Berths
The entire dorm seemed almost as quiet as the first floor usually does, today. I can't decide if that's a good thing. In the second floor common room, Edward was drawing snowmen and received visits from Sakura and Anders. Edward, my condolences on that latter bit. Lana was doing homework, as were Alphonse and Cameron. Being studious might be communicable, as Rory sent out an email to her study group, which later met in the library.
Convalescence seemed to be a theme today: Lee tended to a still-injured Kara, while Lana visited a very sick Han. Some folks' hearing might be in need of recovery, thanks to Jessica and Ivanova and their off-key singing. And to all the rest of you who are also recovering from this weekend in some form or other, get well soon. Except one of you. You know who you are. Introspectiveness was also an order of business for the day, if Aeryn, Nadia, and Buffy's behavior is any indication.
Perhaps Logan Echolls could have benefited from a little of that introspection. He might not have accidentally made use of the second floor girls' restroom this morning, otherwise. Honestly, Mister Echolls, it's usually a good idea to ascertain that you're using the right head before you plunge on in.
And on an entirely unrelated note, Walter and Victor spent the evening together.
On Shore Leave
The Cat Business Office was open today, though sadly with some damage from over the weekend. Angela met with Edward Scissorhands at the Perk, and later had quite the shopping expedition at All and Sundries with Rory, Isabel, Cordelia, John and Xander.
Down at the Fourth Sin, Callisto stopped by in search of a ninja, whatever that is, and Quark made a delivery. Speaking of Quark, apparently as of late last night he acquired a new hanger-on and employee by the name of GIR. Er. There must be an odd-name bonding thing going on here. Or it could be coincidence, though in this town I tend to chalk very little up to coincidence.
There's a new record store in town that seems to be quite popular. Nadia was caught shoplifting, and in quite the turn of events got a job out of the situation. Ivanova shopped for posters, Harper's search for music proved sadly futile, Paige, er, ballet danced in the listening booth, and Victor came in to buy something called "black lights," which makes no sense to me, but what does? That Lucas seems quite helpful -- he had recommendations for Walter, who chatted with Victor. Quite a bit. Paige chatted with someone named Mark over brownies, as well.
The Cat was called home, and Puss came by to bid him farewell. Pleasant voyage to you! *sound of shuffling notes* My god, it's the season for departures, isn't it? Doctor House and Professor Chaucer went out for a bike ride, during which Doctor House informed Professor Chaucer that he will be leaving. I'll be sorry to see you go, Doctor.
Jarod played with his kitten -- and at this point, folks, I'm leaving it entirely up to as to what's a euphemism and what isn't, because I give up -- and called Parker on the telephone about last night's radio broadcast. Walter was late for his lessons with Alfred, which did not exactly please Alfred. And Professor Lyman and some of his housemates watched the State of the Union address. Which state? Don't you have fifty?Blasted colonies.
At the Rare Books Shop, Mister Aziraphale met with Phoebe, who reportedly did not seem like herself, and with Kiki as well. Crowley met with Doctor Wilson and invited him to dinner. Speaking of dinner, I haven't had mine. I should see about that.
Earlier in the day, Doctor Wilson and Mister Aziraphale woke up together, then spent more time together after dinner. Incidentally, Doctor Wilson, did I ever thank you properly for taking care of me last semester while I was ill?
Caritas is always an interesting place. Phoebe was in quite the musical mood there tonight, and had some well-deserved drinks at the bar with Veronica for her efforts before returning to her suite at the Arms. Also at the bar were Quark, Harper, and the aforementioned Veronica, with Pip. And dear God, Veronica, I have something in my notes here about sexual tension between you and Bel so thick one could cut it with a knife.
*coughs* Look, I'm only reading what they give me, all right? And that's all I've got for the night except for this late report about, er, a rampaging band. So if you're out and about in the town, you may want to stay out of their way -- unless that's your idea of fun. And that's the end of my notes and the end of my watch, so this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.
*pause* The hat stayed home today, by the way. On the off chance that any of you were wondering. Not that you can see it.
And now, without further ado, today's news.
Schooling
Advanced Criminal Justice today was an exercise in adjusting Karma through, er, "wacky" things done in the name of Justice. Initially I had the impression that Karma was much like my mother. After today's class I'm being forced to reconsider that, as I can't imagine my mother allowing herself to be adjusted. *pause* Oh, dear God. I'd like to forget I said that, thank you very much. In the newly combined Classics and Foreign Literature class session, Greek mythology and Norse sagas were the respective topics of the day. Quite the epic undertaking for you students in those classes, isn't it? Speaking of the Greeks, their ancient culture and life were the topic of today's Western Civilisation class. Once again I stayed awake, thank you.
Arthurian Traditions, which continues to be the class I find most perturbing despite my lack of enrollment in it, discussed Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte D'Arthur, and I'll thank you to not mock my French accent, all right? The elements of poetry were again the subject of Creative Writing. Solid fundamentals, Professor Chaucer, that's the spirit.
Seems we had a minor run of faculty absentia today. Professor Sidle was out and Chemistry was cancelled (thank God, one less confusing concept for me to have to report to you today -- no offence, Professor Sidle). Professor Cregg was also out, sick, but the students in her Speech 201 and 301 classes might not consider themselves to have fared as well, as the TAs were left in charge, thereby thwarting their hopes of getting out of an actual class session. Better luck next time, you lot. Because these things have to happen in threes, or so the saying goes, Doctor Grissom was also out and left Cally in charge of Sociology of Sex Cultures. My notes are blessedly free of details on what knowledge, exactly, she saw fit to impart to the students in that class.
Moving on before my horrified curiosity gets the better of me, Introduction to Archaeology learned about cleaning, analyzing, and interpreting the items one would find on a dig. No, that's not a euphemism, but if it was, it'd be quite the dirty one.
Oh! Dirty! I didn't even -- ha. Er. Ahem. Yes, moving on.
In History of Medieval England, the aftermath of the Battle of Hastings was discussed. By the way, even in my day people misunderstood the actual etymology of the phrase "Domesday Book." Just in case that's any consolation to any of you. Although I could just be saying that to make you feel better. Bias, a subject with which I am NOT AT ALL FAMILIAR, OH NO, was today's Advanced Journalism topic, and Ethics the topic in Campaigning. Business classes today watched videos.
History of Art talked about why, and I quote, "Roman art sucks." *pause* Does it really -- has someone been hiding all the truly interesting Roman art from me, then? Or, er, that's probably another one of those figure-of-speech things, isn't it? Damn your modern vernacular. Studio Art discussed Color Theory. I'm not entirely sure what sort of theory one can invest in color, unless we're talking about the cunning use of flags. Honestly, you'd be surprised. That's more complicated than it might seem at first.
Ah, yes, and General Physical Conditioning played floor hockey. All right, so now I've heard about ice hockey, street hockey, floor hockey, and tonsil hockey. I'm assuming they're all fairly similar. Anyone care to correct me if I'm wrong?
There wasn't much mess hall activity today, except for some "bonding" between John and Aeryn, and you can draw your own conclusions there. Also seen in the lunchroom today were Ivanova, as well as Pippi, Xander, and some fortune cookies.
I don't know what nachos are, but evidently they were in the Teachers' Lounge today.
In the library, opened once again today by the lovely Miss Angela Chase, there was reading of bad romance novels by Zero and Parker. Honestly, ladies, with all those books to choose from? Well, to each his own, I suppose. Belthazor, he of the School Beautification Committee, asked Angela out on a date while looking for books on Japanese paraphernalia. Evidently this led to Zero telling Angela she might need therapy for her, and again I quote, "bad-boy issues." The ever-effervescent Blair was also in the library, also talking to Angela about nonviolence and this past weekend, a combination that seems incongruous to me, but then again, I spent most of Saturday in a hypothermic state, so how would I know? And because the library, for all its studious purposes, is quite the social gathering, Jack Harkness the hell of a kisser was looking for Parker who is not Peter, and Anakin was passing notes with Rory.
Professor Chaucer's office hours went sadly unvisited, while the Doctor had visits from Sam Carter and Professor Methos. The bodiless Dean who hates me was playing something called Pac-Man in his office today.
Our . . . very interesting new substitute Principal, Dewey Finn, proved to be quite loquacious in today's school announcements. Somewhere in there was something about Floyd, the necessity of education, snow monsters, aliens, and a proclamation that he is our friend, not our foe. Let's all keep that in mind, shall we?
And yet again, no one received detention today, and my hopes of giving that speech are thwarted once more.
In the Crew Berths
The entire dorm seemed almost as quiet as the first floor usually does, today. I can't decide if that's a good thing. In the second floor common room, Edward was drawing snowmen and received visits from Sakura and Anders. Edward, my condolences on that latter bit. Lana was doing homework, as were Alphonse and Cameron. Being studious might be communicable, as Rory sent out an email to her study group, which later met in the library.
Convalescence seemed to be a theme today: Lee tended to a still-injured Kara, while Lana visited a very sick Han. Some folks' hearing might be in need of recovery, thanks to Jessica and Ivanova and their off-key singing. And to all the rest of you who are also recovering from this weekend in some form or other, get well soon. Except one of you. You know who you are. Introspectiveness was also an order of business for the day, if Aeryn, Nadia, and Buffy's behavior is any indication.
Perhaps Logan Echolls could have benefited from a little of that introspection. He might not have accidentally made use of the second floor girls' restroom this morning, otherwise. Honestly, Mister Echolls, it's usually a good idea to ascertain that you're using the right head before you plunge on in.
And on an entirely unrelated note, Walter and Victor spent the evening together.
On Shore Leave
The Cat Business Office was open today, though sadly with some damage from over the weekend. Angela met with Edward Scissorhands at the Perk, and later had quite the shopping expedition at All and Sundries with Rory, Isabel, Cordelia, John and Xander.
Down at the Fourth Sin, Callisto stopped by in search of a ninja, whatever that is, and Quark made a delivery. Speaking of Quark, apparently as of late last night he acquired a new hanger-on and employee by the name of GIR. Er. There must be an odd-name bonding thing going on here. Or it could be coincidence, though in this town I tend to chalk very little up to coincidence.
There's a new record store in town that seems to be quite popular. Nadia was caught shoplifting, and in quite the turn of events got a job out of the situation. Ivanova shopped for posters, Harper's search for music proved sadly futile, Paige, er, ballet danced in the listening booth, and Victor came in to buy something called "black lights," which makes no sense to me, but what does? That Lucas seems quite helpful -- he had recommendations for Walter, who chatted with Victor. Quite a bit. Paige chatted with someone named Mark over brownies, as well.
The Cat was called home, and Puss came by to bid him farewell. Pleasant voyage to you! *sound of shuffling notes* My god, it's the season for departures, isn't it? Doctor House and Professor Chaucer went out for a bike ride, during which Doctor House informed Professor Chaucer that he will be leaving. I'll be sorry to see you go, Doctor.
Jarod played with his kitten -- and at this point, folks, I'm leaving it entirely up to as to what's a euphemism and what isn't, because I give up -- and called Parker on the telephone about last night's radio broadcast. Walter was late for his lessons with Alfred, which did not exactly please Alfred. And Professor Lyman and some of his housemates watched the State of the Union address. Which state? Don't you have fifty?
At the Rare Books Shop, Mister Aziraphale met with Phoebe, who reportedly did not seem like herself, and with Kiki as well. Crowley met with Doctor Wilson and invited him to dinner. Speaking of dinner, I haven't had mine. I should see about that.
Earlier in the day, Doctor Wilson and Mister Aziraphale woke up together, then spent more time together after dinner. Incidentally, Doctor Wilson, did I ever thank you properly for taking care of me last semester while I was ill?
Caritas is always an interesting place. Phoebe was in quite the musical mood there tonight, and had some well-deserved drinks at the bar with Veronica for her efforts before returning to her suite at the Arms. Also at the bar were Quark, Harper, and the aforementioned Veronica, with Pip. And dear God, Veronica, I have something in my notes here about sexual tension between you and Bel so thick one could cut it with a knife.
*coughs* Look, I'm only reading what they give me, all right? And that's all I've got for the night except for this late report about, er, a rampaging band. So if you're out and about in the town, you may want to stay out of their way -- unless that's your idea of fun. And that's the end of my notes and the end of my watch, so this is Archie Kennedy signing off, wishing you all a fair wind and clear skies, and a very good night indeed.