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Fandom Radio, Tuesday, May 27th
Reno: Yo, Fandom! Another Tuesday, another installment of Booze and News with Reno and Jenny! ... There ain't words for how freakin' weird it was to have last Tuesday off, yo. It's like... I dunno. Like we missed a week. Weird.
Jenny: Speak for yourself; I've lost last Tuesday night in an absinthe-fueled haze. I could have been here, for all I know.
Reno: Nah, I think that was Murdock. I ain't sure if he brought his dog, though.
Jenny: If he did, I hope the squirrels have been through here with a vacuum and a lint roller.
*annoyed chittering*
Jenny: Oh, there's another Murdock? God help us all. Except not, because I killed him.
Reno: I'm his TA. He teaches flying class. Which is kickass and everyone should have taken it. Because... flying, yo. Just sayin'.
Jenny: I'll pass. Anyway, all you little people, we'd like to thank you for your votes, and assume they are a vote of confidence and don't mean you were drunk or just really didn't like all of the other people on the ballot. We appreciate your part in keeping the free rum flowing, don't we, Reno?
Reno: Can't talk. Drinking free rum. *chug* We got notes?
Jenny: Note how he still manages to talk while drinking the rum, listeners. This is what we call skill. And yes. We got notes.
Reno: Watch as I skillfully drink myself stupid while readin' 'em. Or listen. Or whatever the heck you do. S'all good.
Class, We Didn't Talk About It Last Week
Reno: In Intergalactic Justice class, they learned about... snowglobes? I dunno about you, Jenny, but when I think snowglobes, I don't think about the mighty scales of justice or whatever, yo. Students backed up this opinion by staring before they all made snowglobes of their own. Ino was cranky. Maybe because I keep forgettin' her name? That'll do it every time. In Karaoke For Fun and Profit, the class practiced fallin' on their faces. Very good talent to have mastered when you're doin' your karaoke while drunk, yoto. Amber watched Mike fall in front of an audience, and then, in a fit of bein' awesome, she went and embarrassed herself, too.
Jenny: Of course she embarrassed herself, it's karaoke, that's the point. Inside Out class talked about the weather. Hoshi took notes, and there was climate discussion, which is another way of saying they talked about the weather. I worry about these squirrels. Really. And then Jeff and Teyla talked to Juli after class. Courtly Dancing was all about flirting this week, and as I'm sure many of them could improve, the students listened dutifully. They didn't ask questions, but they did dance, as is proper for a workshop named Courtly Dancing. In Look Like You Belong, the students had to make a disguise. It says here all of Aly's students are good listeners, but that can't be true because they are, after all, teenagers. They talked about an article they'd read and played dress-up, and also there was a TA. In the library, Anemone was grumpy. Probably because she was stuck in the library all day. That would make me grumpy, too.
Reno: Holdin' office hours today were Fraser, who was visited by... the notes say his girlfriend, Deadpool. I say, no, no, I don't wanna die, I'm just readin' 'em verbatim. Don't kill me, Deadpool. Please. Murdock who teaches the best freakin' class ever had office hours, and they were lonely ones, sadly. Ghanima's office hours were just as lonely, but hers had darts, yo.
Cabins, Again, We Didn't Talk About 'Em Last Week
Reno: Over at Cygnus, Chad and Teddy had themselves a conversation which the squirrel has deemed... adorable? Apparently, it misses 'em. At the main campfire, Liir was damp. He offered Sokka cookies, apparently to celebrate the fact that he ain't green, and he was joined by Amber, who he's gonna teach how to fly, yo. Murdock can teach you that, too, Amber. Just sayin'. You get credits for learnin' it from him. Jaina was the odd one out, turnin' down Liir's offer to join her in her cloud-watchin'.
Jenny: Which is really more fun when you're high. Over at the virgin cabin, Brooke had s'more fixings tonight, though she was apparently mostly ignoring the graham crackers. Kaylee mistook her for Jaina. Kaylee must be new. Lee wanted to know if the s'mores were Brooke's dinner, and she said yes, because, come on. Alec wanted to bum a marshmallow because he's pretty, which seems like perfectly sound logic to me. Lucas thought it was funny that Brooke was cooking, for a certain value of 'cooking,' and Dean informed Lucas that he's allowed to make out with Sam...oooh, that does make a nice mental image, doesn't it? Dean was very pleased about the fire and s'mores, and Marco thought Brooke had the right idea. Meanwhile, over at Ursa Major, Lana read by the campfire and tragically did not have s'mores. Or that Alec chap.
Town, We're Covering it THIS Week!
Reno: Before havin' a lovely lunch with Charlotte, Joanna was bein' all nice to the maids. You don't have to, you know. You pay them to take your crap. Stanley got ready for his clinic shift, and Cable was all broody over a phone call. At the hotel, Jeff was hidin' from his boss, who apparently must understand the employer-employee dynamic. Turtle stopped by with sandwiches. Also eatin' food today was Gabriel with donuts at the church. River was dealin' with the weather down at the beach, Liz was at the post office, and Romeo was doin' "research" at Pixie Dust, yo. Geoffrey was doin' that rehearsal thing down at the Boards, where he's still apparently casting. I still say this is workin' backwards. Jack, Gladys, and G'karrrrr all showed up to try out for their roles. They did some kinda acting exercise, and then Geoffrey had talks with Amber and Cal offstage, yo. Michael was just hangin' around. Maybe wonderin' why they were casting instead of rehearsing? I dunno.
Jenny: I'm going to have to go to this play when it's on, just to see if they ever finished casting. G'kar was at Turtle and Canary, while Temari worked at Wellspring Arms and asked Cable if his dog was a summons. She means like a retriever, right? Worf wanted to use his bat...bat...battle-eth?--I have no clue--alien-looking sword thing in the meditation room, and was careful not to disturb the plants. Jamie just wanted to know if Cable got his message. At the town hall, D'argo was working hard, or hardly working, while at Jeff, God of Biscuits', Mary drowned her sorrows in pie. At the Banana Stand, George Michael was 'all mopey,' while at the Photo Hut Jack took pictures of himself, and at Groovy Tunes Alice listened to a potentially dirty song, which moved Sokka. Ew. Murdock was happy to find Alice had discovered the Beatles. I'd say the Beatles aren't dirty, but that would be a lie. Also, what took her so long?
Reno: Time travel. Ain't it somethin'? Michael was workin' at Luke's, as opposed to... not workin' at Lukes. Mary is sellin' her wedding dress. Any takers? Ino was at the Perk, tryin' to write a letter, yo. At Caritas, the best bar ever, Donut was upset because all his berets went missin'. Juli got herself a martini before bein' propositioned by Mary with a dress for sale. Mary was drinkin' a beer. The squirrel wrote somethin' about AA. ..... What's AA?
Jenny: Alcoholics Anonymous. S'for people who have a problem.
*glugging sounds*
Reno: Quitters. *chugging sounds* George Michael was pretendin' that he wasn't drinkin' booze. That's the spirit. Don't admit you got a problem! That way, there ain't nothin' to fix! John Sheppard was lookin' for ways to block the force while he was drinkin' a beer. Also drinkin' a beer was Johnny Storm. In the lounge, Mike and Mary were havin' carin' and sharin' time talkin' about relationship troubles, yo. And at the Clinic, Wyatt helped Isabel warm up after she got caught in the rain. Dirty?
Jenny: Probably, but there's a more pressing question to be asked here: does she like pina coladas?
Reno: ... Pina coladas?
Jenny: I think that's how the song goes.
Reno: There's a song?
Jenny: Well. It was the eighties?
Reno: ... Then I should be glad I got no clue what you're talkin' about, right?
Jenny: They learn so quickly.
Reno: We're done notes, right? We should cue up the 80's playlist and then run for our lives. Or, as the case may be, drunkenly stumble, yo.
Jenny: This sounds like an excellent plan to me, co-host. Let's see...ah, here we go. It's got Devo.
Reno: I'll take that as a good bad sign or somethin'. Say good night, Jenny!
Jenny: Good night, Jenny!
*Thriller begins to play*
Jenny: Speak for yourself; I've lost last Tuesday night in an absinthe-fueled haze. I could have been here, for all I know.
Reno: Nah, I think that was Murdock. I ain't sure if he brought his dog, though.
Jenny: If he did, I hope the squirrels have been through here with a vacuum and a lint roller.
*annoyed chittering*
Jenny: Oh, there's another Murdock? God help us all. Except not, because I killed him.
Reno: I'm his TA. He teaches flying class. Which is kickass and everyone should have taken it. Because... flying, yo. Just sayin'.
Jenny: I'll pass. Anyway, all you little people, we'd like to thank you for your votes, and assume they are a vote of confidence and don't mean you were drunk or just really didn't like all of the other people on the ballot. We appreciate your part in keeping the free rum flowing, don't we, Reno?
Reno: Can't talk. Drinking free rum. *chug* We got notes?
Jenny: Note how he still manages to talk while drinking the rum, listeners. This is what we call skill. And yes. We got notes.
Reno: Watch as I skillfully drink myself stupid while readin' 'em. Or listen. Or whatever the heck you do. S'all good.
Class, We Didn't Talk About It Last Week
Reno: In Intergalactic Justice class, they learned about... snowglobes? I dunno about you, Jenny, but when I think snowglobes, I don't think about the mighty scales of justice or whatever, yo. Students backed up this opinion by staring before they all made snowglobes of their own. Ino was cranky. Maybe because I keep forgettin' her name? That'll do it every time. In Karaoke For Fun and Profit, the class practiced fallin' on their faces. Very good talent to have mastered when you're doin' your karaoke while drunk, yoto. Amber watched Mike fall in front of an audience, and then, in a fit of bein' awesome, she went and embarrassed herself, too.
Jenny: Of course she embarrassed herself, it's karaoke, that's the point. Inside Out class talked about the weather. Hoshi took notes, and there was climate discussion, which is another way of saying they talked about the weather. I worry about these squirrels. Really. And then Jeff and Teyla talked to Juli after class. Courtly Dancing was all about flirting this week, and as I'm sure many of them could improve, the students listened dutifully. They didn't ask questions, but they did dance, as is proper for a workshop named Courtly Dancing. In Look Like You Belong, the students had to make a disguise. It says here all of Aly's students are good listeners, but that can't be true because they are, after all, teenagers. They talked about an article they'd read and played dress-up, and also there was a TA. In the library, Anemone was grumpy. Probably because she was stuck in the library all day. That would make me grumpy, too.
Reno: Holdin' office hours today were Fraser, who was visited by... the notes say his girlfriend, Deadpool. I say, no, no, I don't wanna die, I'm just readin' 'em verbatim. Don't kill me, Deadpool. Please. Murdock who teaches the best freakin' class ever had office hours, and they were lonely ones, sadly. Ghanima's office hours were just as lonely, but hers had darts, yo.
Cabins, Again, We Didn't Talk About 'Em Last Week
Reno: Over at Cygnus, Chad and Teddy had themselves a conversation which the squirrel has deemed... adorable? Apparently, it misses 'em. At the main campfire, Liir was damp. He offered Sokka cookies, apparently to celebrate the fact that he ain't green, and he was joined by Amber, who he's gonna teach how to fly, yo. Murdock can teach you that, too, Amber. Just sayin'. You get credits for learnin' it from him. Jaina was the odd one out, turnin' down Liir's offer to join her in her cloud-watchin'.
Jenny: Which is really more fun when you're high. Over at the virgin cabin, Brooke had s'more fixings tonight, though she was apparently mostly ignoring the graham crackers. Kaylee mistook her for Jaina. Kaylee must be new. Lee wanted to know if the s'mores were Brooke's dinner, and she said yes, because, come on. Alec wanted to bum a marshmallow because he's pretty, which seems like perfectly sound logic to me. Lucas thought it was funny that Brooke was cooking, for a certain value of 'cooking,' and Dean informed Lucas that he's allowed to make out with Sam...oooh, that does make a nice mental image, doesn't it? Dean was very pleased about the fire and s'mores, and Marco thought Brooke had the right idea. Meanwhile, over at Ursa Major, Lana read by the campfire and tragically did not have s'mores. Or that Alec chap.
Town, We're Covering it THIS Week!
Reno: Before havin' a lovely lunch with Charlotte, Joanna was bein' all nice to the maids. You don't have to, you know. You pay them to take your crap. Stanley got ready for his clinic shift, and Cable was all broody over a phone call. At the hotel, Jeff was hidin' from his boss, who apparently must understand the employer-employee dynamic. Turtle stopped by with sandwiches. Also eatin' food today was Gabriel with donuts at the church. River was dealin' with the weather down at the beach, Liz was at the post office, and Romeo was doin' "research" at Pixie Dust, yo. Geoffrey was doin' that rehearsal thing down at the Boards, where he's still apparently casting. I still say this is workin' backwards. Jack, Gladys, and G'karrrrr all showed up to try out for their roles. They did some kinda acting exercise, and then Geoffrey had talks with Amber and Cal offstage, yo. Michael was just hangin' around. Maybe wonderin' why they were casting instead of rehearsing? I dunno.
Jenny: I'm going to have to go to this play when it's on, just to see if they ever finished casting. G'kar was at Turtle and Canary, while Temari worked at Wellspring Arms and asked Cable if his dog was a summons. She means like a retriever, right? Worf wanted to use his bat...bat...battle-eth?--I have no clue--alien-looking sword thing in the meditation room, and was careful not to disturb the plants. Jamie just wanted to know if Cable got his message. At the town hall, D'argo was working hard, or hardly working, while at Jeff, God of Biscuits', Mary drowned her sorrows in pie. At the Banana Stand, George Michael was 'all mopey,' while at the Photo Hut Jack took pictures of himself, and at Groovy Tunes Alice listened to a potentially dirty song, which moved Sokka. Ew. Murdock was happy to find Alice had discovered the Beatles. I'd say the Beatles aren't dirty, but that would be a lie. Also, what took her so long?
Reno: Time travel. Ain't it somethin'? Michael was workin' at Luke's, as opposed to... not workin' at Lukes. Mary is sellin' her wedding dress. Any takers? Ino was at the Perk, tryin' to write a letter, yo. At Caritas, the best bar ever, Donut was upset because all his berets went missin'. Juli got herself a martini before bein' propositioned by Mary with a dress for sale. Mary was drinkin' a beer. The squirrel wrote somethin' about AA. ..... What's AA?
Jenny: Alcoholics Anonymous. S'for people who have a problem.
*glugging sounds*
Reno: Quitters. *chugging sounds* George Michael was pretendin' that he wasn't drinkin' booze. That's the spirit. Don't admit you got a problem! That way, there ain't nothin' to fix! John Sheppard was lookin' for ways to block the force while he was drinkin' a beer. Also drinkin' a beer was Johnny Storm. In the lounge, Mike and Mary were havin' carin' and sharin' time talkin' about relationship troubles, yo. And at the Clinic, Wyatt helped Isabel warm up after she got caught in the rain. Dirty?
Jenny: Probably, but there's a more pressing question to be asked here: does she like pina coladas?
Reno: ... Pina coladas?
Jenny: I think that's how the song goes.
Reno: There's a song?
Jenny: Well. It was the eighties?
Reno: ... Then I should be glad I got no clue what you're talkin' about, right?
Jenny: They learn so quickly.
Reno: We're done notes, right? We should cue up the 80's playlist and then run for our lives. Or, as the case may be, drunkenly stumble, yo.
Jenny: This sounds like an excellent plan to me, co-host. Let's see...ah, here we go. It's got Devo.
Reno: I'll take that as a good bad sign or somethin'. Say good night, Jenny!
Jenny: Good night, Jenny!
*Thriller begins to play*
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