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Fandom Radio :: Friday, May 30th.
Good evening, fellow Fandomites! You are, of course, listening to WTFH Radio and this is none other than the effervescent and entertaining Turtle Wexler, bringing you all the news that's fit to broadcast. I know, I know. You're usually used to me starting out your week on Mondays, but I've been moved. After it all, it only makes sense that the best broadcaster be on the best day of the week, Friday! So here we go!
I'm going to start out by thanking all of you who voted for me. I know you are all well aware, having successfully voted for me on a variety of different things, but for all the newbies out there: a vote for Turtle Wexler is always a vote well voted! Never forget! Anyway, on to the news!
SCHOOL DAZE
It's Friday and it's summer and there weren't even mooses at the office today, so there's nothing interesting to report in the school section today. *cues little wah-waaaahhhh sound byte*
CABIN FEVER
Over at Little Dipper, Worf is practicing some sort of meditation formation routine-y thing like a lot of people do around here. Liir gawked and watched before asking about what Worf was doing; bring popcorn next time, Liir! That might help keep Worf from being such a cranky pants next time. Alice watched too; she also did not have popcorn, but seemed to get a bit more out of the guy with the face.
And then, over at Sirius, Jamie is being a nostalgic dork. Seriously, man, it was a year ago, let it go! Move on! You're a cool guy and you don't need to pretend that your dupes are your only friends, promise! But, hey. Whatever floats your boat.
This morning, Gladys learned that genets are nocturnal and following one until it falls asleep all cute-like in her palm, awww... Romeo and Dōjima had kissyface, which is interrupted by turning into a shrew. Excuse me for a moment while I fall on the floor laughing.
*pause*
Or not, because I don't want karma coming back around and biting me in the ars-- butt. Biting me in the butt come Sunday.
*another pause*
Scratch anything I said about anything happening Sunday from the record please. Thanks.
A LITTLE PLACE WE CALL TOWN
Early this morning, we all got ready to leave for that fun trip to Normandy. "Everyone" includes not really everything, but still a lot of people, like G'kar and Lois and me and Chad and Naomi and my cool roommate and John with the hair and Gwen with the teeth and Mister Stinson and Adah and Hinata -- yay, Hinata! You're networking! -- and Cal and Gavin. Amber was all bouncy, which caused Ino to comment and they talk about...pickle soap? What? Amber, sweetie, I know you're trying to think of new gimmicks for the store, but I don't think that one's a winner. Hinata also engages Ino with a few questions, and Adah offered herself to Lee as a guide. I hope she charged him a good rate for the service.
Either way, there were so many neat things that everyone went and saw, like the Bayeux Tapestry Museum, the Labyrinthe de Bayeux, the p'ti-- err, train thing de Bayeux, the Chateau de Fontaine-Henry, the Aure du commun, and the Napha-- another French place that I have written down from my own notes but don't know how to pronounce, some museum, I think?, and a fancy-pants church. At the beaches, we could take the Omaha Beach Tour or check out the Arromanaches D Day Museum or some other things. And then, before heading back here, we got to check out the markets in Caen, which, hello! Markets! Of course they were super cool! I got lots of great ideas!
There? See? Turtle's notes on the school trip. And it wasn't hard at all, so I don't know why these squirrels think they're all special because they do this on a daily basi--
*THUNK*
...Ow. Okay. Maybe I deserved that. Getting back to squirrel notes now, before they throw another one at me.
This evening, Constable Fraser and Robin-not-a-Frog had a night in with the dogs, PJs, and the popcorn they should have had over at Little Dipper. Oh, wait, nevermind. Popcorn, I appears, is a creature of some sort. Robin teaches the Constable about high fashion. Psh. With those cool hats? I'd have thought he'd already know! Plus there's that whole thing with Mister Deadpool, and I don't know if anyone watches more shows about fashion than he probably does.
In business news, Rikku is bouncy and chewing on...uh, things at the Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, hopefully things that aren't firearms. Mister Cable gives her some news about some letter and warpath and some other Madrox in his universe, and, Lordie, you have no idea how many it disturbs me to think that, as if the fact that there can be thousands of him here, there could be thousands of him elsewhere as well. Mister Murdock, who, for the sake of avoiding feeling all weird because this is a teacher and not my boyfriend, will now be known as Duncan, stopped in to use the shooting range. Dōjima come in for HELP because her boyfriend is a shrew, tra la la.
Mister Kurogane sets up a lot of Asian specials at Cafe Fina, Sora practiced that cool poker chip trick from class at Turtle & Canary when he should have been working, and Eve womans the desk at the York Gallery, which I never got to report on before because it's not open Mondays, so that's cool. At Stark Industries, Kaylee has to help Mister Stark with some arc reactory thingy because she has wee tiny hands. Miss Burrows is all sulky at Luke's Diner, and Duncan asked her her squirrel situ-- Why are all of you squirrels looking at me like that? Stop it, you're creeping me out. Anyway, Duncan tries to convince her to shirk her duties and go to France instead of working and DUNCAN IS A BAD INFLUENCE and should not be allowed to share a name with my boyfriend. Liir had cookies and drink and a book at the Book Haven. River had balancing apples at the Arms Hotel and Mister Igor is manning the clinic's day shift
Mister Bindo was all clean, clean, clean at Caritas, until Jamie and himselves pretending to be his friends come in and start pour fifths for their lost homeys. With that many Jamies acting in clear and certain Jamie ways, it's a good thing Mister Bindo is already at the bar because he's gonna need a lot of ru--
...oh. Great. Now I have squirrels pouring rum for their lost homeys. Okay, if any of you get that on the equipment and I get shocked, we're going to have to start recruiting chipmunks because there won't be any more squirrels around. Capiche? Anyway, Mister Dur-- OHMYGOD, TYLER. Hi! So, anyway, he's there, which makes Jamie's fake Stickbug reunion a little less fake but still not any less sad and pathetic. Tyler suggests that Jamie stick to sock puppets. You know, I always did like you, Tyler, but now that you're older, it's a little creepy.
ANYWAY. Tyler also promises Mister Bindo that he won't spill any of his beer and they probably talked about being old and how Mister Bindo might not beat Tyler up, but Tino and the zombies could. Mary also promises not to spill her drink, but Mister Bindo still won't let her have any booze because her boyfriend said so. Can we say controlling? Although, really, alcohol is gross anyway, Mary, so it works out. Miss Mizrahi gets a drink and an explanation about why Mister Bindo's telling everyone that they spill it, they grill it. No, that doesn't make sense. But it sounded cool.
Well, kids, I know this is always a sad moment, but I've run out of notes and, therefor, this is the end of the broadcast. Until next Friday, good night and have a prosperous tomorrow!
I'm going to start out by thanking all of you who voted for me. I know you are all well aware, having successfully voted for me on a variety of different things, but for all the newbies out there: a vote for Turtle Wexler is always a vote well voted! Never forget! Anyway, on to the news!
SCHOOL DAZE
It's Friday and it's summer and there weren't even mooses at the office today, so there's nothing interesting to report in the school section today. *cues little wah-waaaahhhh sound byte*
CABIN FEVER
Over at Little Dipper, Worf is practicing some sort of meditation formation routine-y thing like a lot of people do around here. Liir gawked and watched before asking about what Worf was doing; bring popcorn next time, Liir! That might help keep Worf from being such a cranky pants next time. Alice watched too; she also did not have popcorn, but seemed to get a bit more out of the guy with the face.
And then, over at Sirius, Jamie is being a nostalgic dork. Seriously, man, it was a year ago, let it go! Move on! You're a cool guy and you don't need to pretend that your dupes are your only friends, promise! But, hey. Whatever floats your boat.
This morning, Gladys learned that genets are nocturnal and following one until it falls asleep all cute-like in her palm, awww... Romeo and Dōjima had kissyface, which is interrupted by turning into a shrew. Excuse me for a moment while I fall on the floor laughing.
*pause*
Or not, because I don't want karma coming back around and biting me in the ars-- butt. Biting me in the butt come Sunday.
*another pause*
Scratch anything I said about anything happening Sunday from the record please. Thanks.
A LITTLE PLACE WE CALL TOWN
Early this morning, we all got ready to leave for that fun trip to Normandy. "Everyone" includes not really everything, but still a lot of people, like G'kar and Lois and me and Chad and Naomi and my cool roommate and John with the hair and Gwen with the teeth and Mister Stinson and Adah and Hinata -- yay, Hinata! You're networking! -- and Cal and Gavin. Amber was all bouncy, which caused Ino to comment and they talk about...pickle soap? What? Amber, sweetie, I know you're trying to think of new gimmicks for the store, but I don't think that one's a winner. Hinata also engages Ino with a few questions, and Adah offered herself to Lee as a guide. I hope she charged him a good rate for the service.
Either way, there were so many neat things that everyone went and saw, like the Bayeux Tapestry Museum, the Labyrinthe de Bayeux, the p'ti-- err, train thing de Bayeux, the Chateau de Fontaine-Henry, the Aure du commun, and the Napha-- another French place that I have written down from my own notes but don't know how to pronounce, some museum, I think?, and a fancy-pants church. At the beaches, we could take the Omaha Beach Tour or check out the Arromanaches D Day Museum or some other things. And then, before heading back here, we got to check out the markets in Caen, which, hello! Markets! Of course they were super cool! I got lots of great ideas!
There? See? Turtle's notes on the school trip. And it wasn't hard at all, so I don't know why these squirrels think they're all special because they do this on a daily basi--
*THUNK*
...Ow. Okay. Maybe I deserved that. Getting back to squirrel notes now, before they throw another one at me.
This evening, Constable Fraser and Robin-not-a-Frog had a night in with the dogs, PJs, and the popcorn they should have had over at Little Dipper. Oh, wait, nevermind. Popcorn, I appears, is a creature of some sort. Robin teaches the Constable about high fashion. Psh. With those cool hats? I'd have thought he'd already know! Plus there's that whole thing with Mister Deadpool, and I don't know if anyone watches more shows about fashion than he probably does.
In business news, Rikku is bouncy and chewing on...uh, things at the Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, hopefully things that aren't firearms. Mister Cable gives her some news about some letter and warpath and some other Madrox in his universe, and, Lordie, you have no idea how many it disturbs me to think that, as if the fact that there can be thousands of him here, there could be thousands of him elsewhere as well. Mister Murdock, who, for the sake of avoiding feeling all weird because this is a teacher and not my boyfriend, will now be known as Duncan, stopped in to use the shooting range. Dōjima come in for HELP because her boyfriend is a shrew, tra la la.
Mister Kurogane sets up a lot of Asian specials at Cafe Fina, Sora practiced that cool poker chip trick from class at Turtle & Canary when he should have been working, and Eve womans the desk at the York Gallery, which I never got to report on before because it's not open Mondays, so that's cool. At Stark Industries, Kaylee has to help Mister Stark with some arc reactory thingy because she has wee tiny hands. Miss Burrows is all sulky at Luke's Diner, and Duncan asked her her squirrel situ-- Why are all of you squirrels looking at me like that? Stop it, you're creeping me out. Anyway, Duncan tries to convince her to shirk her duties and go to France instead of working and DUNCAN IS A BAD INFLUENCE and should not be allowed to share a name with my boyfriend. Liir had cookies and drink and a book at the Book Haven. River had balancing apples at the Arms Hotel and Mister Igor is manning the clinic's day shift
Mister Bindo was all clean, clean, clean at Caritas, until Jamie and himselves pretending to be his friends come in and start pour fifths for their lost homeys. With that many Jamies acting in clear and certain Jamie ways, it's a good thing Mister Bindo is already at the bar because he's gonna need a lot of ru--
...oh. Great. Now I have squirrels pouring rum for their lost homeys. Okay, if any of you get that on the equipment and I get shocked, we're going to have to start recruiting chipmunks because there won't be any more squirrels around. Capiche? Anyway, Mister Dur-- OHMYGOD, TYLER. Hi! So, anyway, he's there, which makes Jamie's fake Stickbug reunion a little less fake but still not any less sad and pathetic. Tyler suggests that Jamie stick to sock puppets. You know, I always did like you, Tyler, but now that you're older, it's a little creepy.
ANYWAY. Tyler also promises Mister Bindo that he won't spill any of his beer and they probably talked about being old and how Mister Bindo might not beat Tyler up, but Tino and the zombies could. Mary also promises not to spill her drink, but Mister Bindo still won't let her have any booze because her boyfriend said so. Can we say controlling? Although, really, alcohol is gross anyway, Mary, so it works out. Miss Mizrahi gets a drink and an explanation about why Mister Bindo's telling everyone that they spill it, they grill it. No, that doesn't make sense. But it sounded cool.
Well, kids, I know this is always a sad moment, but I've run out of notes and, therefor, this is the end of the broadcast. Until next Friday, good night and have a prosperous tomorrow!