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Fandom Radio, Wednesday, February 15, 2006
"Good evening, all. Professor Ms. Rita Skeeter here, broadcasting once again on a night other than my own. Again, I suggest getting over it.
Classes, which were all boring except for mine. And I don't want to talk about Advanced Journalism
Shop class builds things for Valentine's Day. Sorry to tell you all this, but it was...yesterday. Yeah. You'd think people would know this because of all the cutesiness and nausea yesterday, but you all are a dim lot. The children in Math have an exam, and there is a tiny widdle puppy in Biology, Chemistry, and Physics. Awwwww.
*ahem*
Sociology of Violence and Sociology of the Paranormal disccus mass murders and the afterlife, respectively. Speech classes draw diagrams and watch that idiot running your country with the sound off. Wise move, from what I've seen. And on that note, US Government learns about the responsibilities of the President. Is it true the Vice President shot someone in the face? Why did you vote for these people?
Magical Theory has an open discussion, Anthropology talks about genetics and inheritance, History of Western Civilization talks about Rome, Paleontology has a pop quiz - ooh, I ought to do that - Drivers' Ed plays with...bumper cars? And Self Defense does something without arms, while Celtic Studies discusses literature. Also, US History talks about what they'd take on an expedition, and I can think of the most simple answer to that. I would take someone to hunt, gather, and generally explore for me. A lackey of some sort. Preferably a strapping, handsome one. Ooer.
And in Journalistic Integrity, we learned that eavesdropping is very, very not wrong, and in Journalism 101/201, I collected cameras and then Anakin Skywalker finally convinced me that he is, in fact, not gay. And because of that I will be kind to him for the duration of this broadcast, as well as Ms. Gilmore, since if I'm not he'll surely turn up in my office tomorrow to complain about it.
And in Advanced Journalism, John Crichton was a stickbug and NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED. I did not get turned into anything or anyone and any person who says anything to the contrary is a liar and will fail my class.
In the cafeteria, Das Schnitzel, who I gather to be a hen, serves lunch as the chef seems to be mildly idiotic today. Ed ate pizza all alone, and Walter and Pippi ate and chatted. La di da. This is uninteresting.
In office hours, Josh watches the news and laughs, Professor Dream goes unvisited, and Rory, who is a very nice girl, and Cordelia visit Fakey Principal Finn.
In the teachers' lounge, MacGyver is all alone. As the children say, "Woe."
In the assistants' lounge, Parker makes poor Blair's head spin with talk of dating. I'll get to my opinions on that in a moment.
The library is full of post-Valentine's Day glee. Get over it, boys and girls. Sam offers Zero an opportunity for explosions, which sounds...interesting. Elizabeth and Parker plot the spring break trip, and dear heavens, how soon will that be? Angel defends his little 'study group' to Zero, and then he talks to Rory...after smelling her. That's - never mind. I said I'd be kind. Rory, who is a very nice girl indeed talks to Parker about fantasy baseball, and then she talks to Angela until Zero blows up at the pair of them. Oh dear. I think I rather like you, Zero. We should meet.
The dorms, where all good boys and girls should be asleep. But alas, no
Elizabeth seems to have a rather thoughtful, if late, boyfriend. Zero makes a phone call, and seems to be a bit tired. Lee sleeps, and I fail to find this interesting. As per usual. Chloe, who chose stickbug over pudding cup, writes another message that seems to be delievered electronically.
John Crichton in disguise and Anders talk about a rather painful-sounding breakup, and Phoebe chats with Veronica about Angel's soul. And then Angel comes by, and they talk about it some more. This sounds very deep and sophomoric. You're all just tiny children. Why can't you play with blocks or something?
Aeryn Sun is leaving us. Pity. I rather liked the dear girl. And a multitude of people stop by to say goodbye. There's possible schizophrenic John Crichton, Angel, Veronica Mars who is nosy, Isabel, Sam, Marty, Liz, Anders, Rory who I am kind to now, Bridge, Little Miss Backtalky, Cally, Alanna Trebond who I like a bit, Parker, Callistie, the un-gay Anakin Skywalker, Molly, Xander and Peter Parker of the interesting pictures. Goodbye, Ms. Sun. I only spoke to you once, but you have a good head on your shoulders, and you seem to have been a steadying force in Mr. Crichton's life. We're the better for having had you around.
In other news, Cally does not deal well with Aeryn's departure, and DEATH takes a holiday, which simply sounds depressing and bizarre. Callistie puts up signs for the dance this Friday, which I will be chaperoning. Heaven help you all. Happiest birthday wishes to John Connor. Schizophrenic John Crichton moves. My notes say, and I quote, 'Molly helps with the heavy lifting,' and Parker helps with the heavy drinking. Also, Pip beats things, Piper and Veronica hang out, and Blair sets up some sort of dating support group, to which I say: You are children, and do not need to be dating, much less supporting each other while doing so. Unless you are Callistie, who should be true to her one and only love, Alex, and stop playing with this Angel fellow.
And in the third floor common room, there are many, many animals. If I'm reading my notes correctly, there are at least three cats, two dogs, a frog, a turtle, and a dragon. And people, too, I suppose, but who cares about them when there are PUPPIES?!
*ahem*
In the town of minimal excitement...
In the book shop that I can't even begin to pronounce - Marty checks things out, as does Orlin. He is shortly joined by Agatha. And the boy who shamelessly lied to his teacher comes in to do research. And my notes indicate that we should be excited that Professor Calendar was there, too. I don't understand why. I like Jenny, witch-to-witch, but she's not that exciting.
Lilah is at work. Orlin comes by Sparky Repairs to apologize to Agatha for...something. Lucas is doing his breakup song thing, which makes me rather like this person I've never met, and Marty and Angela are disgusting in Jeff, God of Biscuits. Children. Think of the pastries.
At Caritas Jarod served Phoebe and Orlin drinks and then they whined together. And apparently there was something about a 'booty call,' but I don't know what that is, and I'd rather not learn.
And finally, Dr. Lambert meets Dr. Grissom over in the FTEC, GOB is happy and alive, Deb and Carl make a decision, Pip and Alfred have a tea party, and Phoebe is, once again, sad in her suite. Ms. Halliwell, I know you have some idea that you're going to protect my students from me, but I think your priorities really should be closer to 'Going outside. Breathing fresh air. Getting some sun. Lightening up.'
And that's it from me tonight. Have a lovely evening, goodbye again to Aeryn Sun, and I beg you all to not tell me what the bloody hell a booty call is."
Classes, which were all boring except for mine. And I don't want to talk about Advanced Journalism
Shop class builds things for Valentine's Day. Sorry to tell you all this, but it was...yesterday. Yeah. You'd think people would know this because of all the cutesiness and nausea yesterday, but you all are a dim lot. The children in Math have an exam, and there is a tiny widdle puppy in Biology, Chemistry, and Physics. Awwwww.
*ahem*
Sociology of Violence and Sociology of the Paranormal disccus mass murders and the afterlife, respectively. Speech classes draw diagrams and watch that idiot running your country with the sound off. Wise move, from what I've seen. And on that note, US Government learns about the responsibilities of the President. Is it true the Vice President shot someone in the face? Why did you vote for these people?
Magical Theory has an open discussion, Anthropology talks about genetics and inheritance, History of Western Civilization talks about Rome, Paleontology has a pop quiz - ooh, I ought to do that - Drivers' Ed plays with...bumper cars? And Self Defense does something without arms, while Celtic Studies discusses literature. Also, US History talks about what they'd take on an expedition, and I can think of the most simple answer to that. I would take someone to hunt, gather, and generally explore for me. A lackey of some sort. Preferably a strapping, handsome one. Ooer.
And in Journalistic Integrity, we learned that eavesdropping is very, very not wrong, and in Journalism 101/201, I collected cameras and then Anakin Skywalker finally convinced me that he is, in fact, not gay. And because of that I will be kind to him for the duration of this broadcast, as well as Ms. Gilmore, since if I'm not he'll surely turn up in my office tomorrow to complain about it.
And in Advanced Journalism, John Crichton was a stickbug and NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED. I did not get turned into anything or anyone and any person who says anything to the contrary is a liar and will fail my class.
In the cafeteria, Das Schnitzel, who I gather to be a hen, serves lunch as the chef seems to be mildly idiotic today. Ed ate pizza all alone, and Walter and Pippi ate and chatted. La di da. This is uninteresting.
In office hours, Josh watches the news and laughs, Professor Dream goes unvisited, and Rory, who is a very nice girl, and Cordelia visit Fakey Principal Finn.
In the teachers' lounge, MacGyver is all alone. As the children say, "Woe."
In the assistants' lounge, Parker makes poor Blair's head spin with talk of dating. I'll get to my opinions on that in a moment.
The library is full of post-Valentine's Day glee. Get over it, boys and girls. Sam offers Zero an opportunity for explosions, which sounds...interesting. Elizabeth and Parker plot the spring break trip, and dear heavens, how soon will that be? Angel defends his little 'study group' to Zero, and then he talks to Rory...after smelling her. That's - never mind. I said I'd be kind. Rory, who is a very nice girl indeed talks to Parker about fantasy baseball, and then she talks to Angela until Zero blows up at the pair of them. Oh dear. I think I rather like you, Zero. We should meet.
The dorms, where all good boys and girls should be asleep. But alas, no
Elizabeth seems to have a rather thoughtful, if late, boyfriend. Zero makes a phone call, and seems to be a bit tired. Lee sleeps, and I fail to find this interesting. As per usual. Chloe, who chose stickbug over pudding cup, writes another message that seems to be delievered electronically.
John Crichton in disguise and Anders talk about a rather painful-sounding breakup, and Phoebe chats with Veronica about Angel's soul. And then Angel comes by, and they talk about it some more. This sounds very deep and sophomoric. You're all just tiny children. Why can't you play with blocks or something?
Aeryn Sun is leaving us. Pity. I rather liked the dear girl. And a multitude of people stop by to say goodbye. There's possible schizophrenic John Crichton, Angel, Veronica Mars who is nosy, Isabel, Sam, Marty, Liz, Anders, Rory who I am kind to now, Bridge, Little Miss Backtalky, Cally, Alanna Trebond who I like a bit, Parker, Callistie, the un-gay Anakin Skywalker, Molly, Xander and Peter Parker of the interesting pictures. Goodbye, Ms. Sun. I only spoke to you once, but you have a good head on your shoulders, and you seem to have been a steadying force in Mr. Crichton's life. We're the better for having had you around.
In other news, Cally does not deal well with Aeryn's departure, and DEATH takes a holiday, which simply sounds depressing and bizarre. Callistie puts up signs for the dance this Friday, which I will be chaperoning. Heaven help you all. Happiest birthday wishes to John Connor. Schizophrenic John Crichton moves. My notes say, and I quote, 'Molly helps with the heavy lifting,' and Parker helps with the heavy drinking. Also, Pip beats things, Piper and Veronica hang out, and Blair sets up some sort of dating support group, to which I say: You are children, and do not need to be dating, much less supporting each other while doing so. Unless you are Callistie, who should be true to her one and only love, Alex, and stop playing with this Angel fellow.
And in the third floor common room, there are many, many animals. If I'm reading my notes correctly, there are at least three cats, two dogs, a frog, a turtle, and a dragon. And people, too, I suppose, but who cares about them when there are PUPPIES?!
*ahem*
In the town of minimal excitement...
In the book shop that I can't even begin to pronounce - Marty checks things out, as does Orlin. He is shortly joined by Agatha. And the boy who shamelessly lied to his teacher comes in to do research. And my notes indicate that we should be excited that Professor Calendar was there, too. I don't understand why. I like Jenny, witch-to-witch, but she's not that exciting.
Lilah is at work. Orlin comes by Sparky Repairs to apologize to Agatha for...something. Lucas is doing his breakup song thing, which makes me rather like this person I've never met, and Marty and Angela are disgusting in Jeff, God of Biscuits. Children. Think of the pastries.
At Caritas Jarod served Phoebe and Orlin drinks and then they whined together. And apparently there was something about a 'booty call,' but I don't know what that is, and I'd rather not learn.
And finally, Dr. Lambert meets Dr. Grissom over in the FTEC, GOB is happy and alive, Deb and Carl make a decision, Pip and Alfred have a tea party, and Phoebe is, once again, sad in her suite. Ms. Halliwell, I know you have some idea that you're going to protect my students from me, but I think your priorities really should be closer to 'Going outside. Breathing fresh air. Getting some sun. Lightening up.'
And that's it from me tonight. Have a lovely evening, goodbye again to Aeryn Sun, and I beg you all to not tell me what the bloody hell a booty call is."
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He's a very clandestine boy that Pip.
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However, when she heard about her and Orin and the "booty call" she let her head hit the table.
That woman was a menace to the mental stability of teenagers everywhere.
[[OOC: You, on the other hand, are loved liek whoa]]
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[children, think of the pastries... you hath killed me ded, omg!