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fandom_radio2009-11-07 11:36 pm
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WTFH, Saturday, 11/06
Hello, Fandom, this is your demon in residence and his squirrelly minions bringing you the news of the day. Looks like it was a slow day, which is a good thing, because I've got to get back to my computer and harvest my blackberries. I will be their master or die trying.
Schoolwise, the library was quiet for George and his puppy. And that's it.
At the dorms this morning, Jack Burton made breakfast for one. Later in the day, Leto was getting down with the Darwin in the third floor common room. Triela complimented his tea-making and knife skills, but apparently thought that was the limit of his talents. Ouch, that's cold. Kate dissed the tea, so I guess she only likes Leto for his sharp pointy bits. She also welcomed Triela to the third floor. Up on the sixth, Zack and Elena had pizza and partook in the ballpit.
Elsewhere in the dorms, Jak with no C flipped through the sport channels. He and my new neighbor Jono had some sort of conversation, but since it was all telepathy and sign language, my squirrelly minions don't know what it was about. Huh, we'll just go with porn then. It's always porn. Dinah dropped by to watch TV with Jak, presumably not porn now. Eleanor prepared for a guest, and in his room, Sam -- hi, Sam! -- worked on college apps and stared at his phone a lot. Then his Chuckness showed up and was all "Klytus, I'm bored. What plaything can you offer me today?" And now we're back to porn.
Town seemed pretty quite, too. The SquishyBot was stressed out by Kyle and Apu bickering at T&C, but he got cookies from Hayley, who wanted him to know she was a good person. Bringing cookies is always a good indication of that. At the hotel, Gunther was cranky at Hoshi for...I can't read this, something involving flashing and driving, I think. Hurley busted a move at Groovy Tunes, Jean studied at Wellspring Arms and told Cable she's making Thanksgiving dinner -- I better be invited -- and Ino was writing at the clinic, probably struggling to make her NaNoWriMo word count with a torrid romance novel.
And that looks like it. C'mon, squirrels, you're coming with me. I'm going to sign you all up for Facebook accounts. Don't look at me like that, I need the neighbors!
Schoolwise, the library was quiet for George and his puppy. And that's it.
At the dorms this morning, Jack Burton made breakfast for one. Later in the day, Leto was getting down with the Darwin in the third floor common room. Triela complimented his tea-making and knife skills, but apparently thought that was the limit of his talents. Ouch, that's cold. Kate dissed the tea, so I guess she only likes Leto for his sharp pointy bits. She also welcomed Triela to the third floor. Up on the sixth, Zack and Elena had pizza and partook in the ballpit.
Elsewhere in the dorms, Jak with no C flipped through the sport channels. He and my new neighbor Jono had some sort of conversation, but since it was all telepathy and sign language, my squirrelly minions don't know what it was about. Huh, we'll just go with porn then. It's always porn. Dinah dropped by to watch TV with Jak, presumably not porn now. Eleanor prepared for a guest, and in his room, Sam -- hi, Sam! -- worked on college apps and stared at his phone a lot. Then his Chuckness showed up and was all "Klytus, I'm bored. What plaything can you offer me today?" And now we're back to porn.
Town seemed pretty quite, too. The SquishyBot was stressed out by Kyle and Apu bickering at T&C, but he got cookies from Hayley, who wanted him to know she was a good person. Bringing cookies is always a good indication of that. At the hotel, Gunther was cranky at Hoshi for...I can't read this, something involving flashing and driving, I think. Hurley busted a move at Groovy Tunes, Jean studied at Wellspring Arms and told Cable she's making Thanksgiving dinner -- I better be invited -- and Ino was writing at the clinic, probably struggling to make her NaNoWriMo word count with a torrid romance novel.
And that looks like it. C'mon, squirrels, you're coming with me. I'm going to sign you all up for Facebook accounts. Don't look at me like that, I need the neighbors!