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Xander: Hi, Fandom. This is Xander Harris. Which you know unless you're a newbie. Hi, newbies.

Willow: And this is Willow Rosenberg, giving the traditional newbie greeting that the nearby box is not actually talking to you, but projecting the sound of our voices from a distance. As some of you newbies tend to be from an earlier time, it's always useful to mention this.

Xander: Unless the nearby box is a toaster. Then it might actually be talking.

Willow: Or the bread you put into it became sentient, in which case it's not the toaster talking so much as it is the bread going "OW OW OW HOT OW!"

Xander: Sometimes you're callous and strange.

Willow: I'm not saying I don't feel for the bread. But sometimes butter and jelly needs a home.

Xander: Absolutely. The bread's just fulfilling its buttery *fingerwiggle* destiny.

Willow: As must we, by reporting the news. By which I mean we fulfill our reporting destiny, not that we're confined into small metal boxes with hot coils on either side of us until we're thrown into the air once we're properly crunchy. Mmmm, crunchy news )
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Willow: Hello Fandom. Welcome to this, a very sad and woeful edition of WTFH radio.

Xander: What's with the woe? It's not our last broadcast.

Willow: School is over! We did classes, and finals, and - and - *loud sound of a nose being blown*

Xander: You're cute when you're cutely insane.

Willow: Am I cute to the point of getting a grade?

Xander: ...Yes. You get an A+ in cute. With extra credit for the insanity.

Willow: So more like an A++?

Xander: 5.2 on 4.0 scale. Or possibly the Richter Scale.

Willow: Yay! Then we can go on with the news! Of a pre-graduation nature. )
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Willow: Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg who, as far as you know, is just in from prom and will be getting back to said prom immediately because she has found said prom to be very snuggly - um, I mean dancey and fun. So tonight's news shall be quick and pithy! Except for how there's a ton of it, but you get what I mean.

Xander: What she said. About the quick. I'll get back to you on the pithy once I've looked it up and verified that it means what I think it means.

Willow: I'll email you the meaning later. In the meanwhile News! LOTS AND LOTS OF IT! )
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Xander: Hey, Fandom, it's the Xander and Willow show, coming to you live from a secret undisclosed location that you've never heard of before that just happens to have lots of squirrels and rum in it.

Willow: Disneyworld?

Xander: Exactly. Could you stop spinning the teacup please? I had too many cupcakes; Xander go blerky.

Willow: It's just wrong for teacups to have badness associated with them. It throws off the balance of things.

Xander: Could be worse; could be stuck on the Small World ride and then we have Xander go berserky.

Willow: And the reason you hate me enough to put that song into my head is...?

Xander: Misery loves company?

Willow: Okay, fair point. Though hopefully you'll understand as I now change the topic towards news. Which will not have singing about worlds of any size. )
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Willow: Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you with all my parts in the appropriate places.

Xander: Is there some reason they wouldn't be?

Willow: Are we going for something other than 'We live in Fandom'?

Xander: Yeah, good point. Parts do seem to migrate a lot around here. Some people's parts, anyway.

Willow: This is what I'm saying. Ergo, I am happy to be me. As me. All of me. With no spare me-ness.

Xander: Or spare -- hey, that rhymes.

Willow: ...what does?

{Long pause}

Xander: Booze, which the squirrels are toasting us with. It rhymes with news.

Willow: Oh! Well then let us choose to cruise through the news!

Though you must click to peruse! )
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Willow: Hi Fandom! It's Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you while no longer alone save for the squirrels. Welcome back, Xander! Yay!

Xander: Glad to be here. And not just 'cause it means I'm not home with a splitting headache where I used to have an eye.

Willow: Did you try ice?

Xander: With a little scotch to make sure it didn't melt too fast.

Willow: Wouldn't the scotch drip out and get everywhere? I mean sure, so would the ice eventually, but scotch can stain.

Xander: ...My couch is scotch-guarded.

Willow: Wow. That was remarkably efficient of you.

Xander: You've met my family, right?

Willow: When you're right you're right. Shall we news?

Xander: We shall news! While the squirrels rum.

Willow: Hopefully the furniture here is rum-guarded. Though I'd be very surprised if it wasn't.

In the meanwhile, news! )
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Hi Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, reporting all on my lonesome as my co-reporter and BFF is not feeling well tonight. Feel better, Xander! Eat lots of chicken soup! Unless the problem is that you've turned into a chicken, in which case I'm obviously not advocating cannibalism.

So time to kick it old-school with just me and the squirrels doing the news! Not that Willow did the news at her old school... )
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Willow: Hi Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, happy to be doing radio instead of being in the past where, while radio did exist, it was in no way the same.

Xander: And this is Xander Harris, what she said. Also, happy to have my co-host back, and not just because if she stayed in the past I'd have ended up doing radio with the Sockpuppet of Love. Uh, if I hadn't ended up in the past too.

Willow: We didn't even end up together! I didn't have you, Peter wasn't even born yet - I tell ya if it wasn't for Mel and the brothel the past would've totally sucked.

Xander: ...............

Willow: What?

Xander: You and Mel went to a brothel?

Willow: Pffft. Not went. Worked.

Xander: ...And Peter's okay with this?

Willow: Well we started talking about it and then we got distracted with Narnia and proclamations and there was official language and seals and - ahem. News now?

Xander: Yeah, we better. I'm still processing brothel. I don't think I wanna try to figure out what you did with the seals.

Willow: Only one seal! Not that I would've minded more, but you know me. Anyway! News of a Fandomish sort! )
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Willow: Hi Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here for Fandom Raa-ah - ah - ACHOO!

Xander: Geblessyouheit. And this is Xander Harris.

Willow: I wish I could stop doing that. Every time I do that they explode and die. It's dusty pathos everywhere!

Xander: Maybe it's like the cookies. You how it's okay to eat chocolate chip cookies because you're helping them fulfill their cookie destiny? Even if they have smiley faces on 'em? Maybe this is like... dust bunny nirvana or something.

Willow: So they want us to sneeze on them?

Xander: Or chase 'em with a broom.

Willow: Oh! Like playing tag! Only with dust bunnies and equipment.

Xander: And more exploding. Like playing tag with vampires!

Willow: Yes! And with less likelihood that they'll try to drain our blood and leave us for dead. Or at least I hope so. Otherwise today is much more complicated.

Xander:I think we've got enough news to read already without adding vampire bunnies to the pile. )
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Xander: Hey, half-empty Fandom - this is Xander Harris, who's got the My Co-Host Is In Mexico And My Boyfriend Is In Space So It's Just Me And The Frog This Weekend Blues, bringing you the My Co-Host Is In Mexico And My Boyfriend Is In Space So It's Just Me And The Frog This Weekend News.

Jeremiah: *ribbit*

Xander: That was the frog. Say hi to the people, Jeremiah.

Jeremiah: *ribbit*

Xander: He's a frog of few, but powerful words. Okay, he's a frog of no words, but powerful tongue.

Jeremiah: *...ribbit?*

Xander: NOT DIRTY! Jeez, lick your frog once when you're possessed by some pointy-eared elf kid so flamey his pants burnt off, and he looks at you funny for the rest of your life and thank God you're all in Mexico tonight and didn't just hear me say that. Hey squirrels, did anybody actually do anything today?

*thud, as of a stack of notes being dumped into somebody's lap*

Xander: I guess that's a yes. )
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Willow: *sighs* Hello, Fandom, and welcome to what is possibly one of the worst days of the entire school year.

Xander: Whyfor, oh BFFiest BFF of mine?

Willow: Spring Break! An entire week of no classes! As though it's not bad enough that they don't offer us anything on the weekends either!

Xander: I like to refer to her as 'differently sane,' folks.

Willow: I mean sure there's homework and all but - but - can you hand me those tissues please?

Xander: You know I really don't want to know why the squirrels keep tissues in here.

Willow: Because they're wonderful and thoughtful. Unlike certain school calenders we could mention.

Xander: Cheer up! Spring Break means extra time for other things, y'know.

Willow: Like giving yourself practice final exams?

Xander: .....I was thinking maybe with a partner.

Willow: Oh! That's nice too. Much more fun than test-taking all by yourself.

Xander: Well, sometimes it's fun to watch.

*moment of horrified I said that on the radio, didn't I? silence*

The squirrels. As they hand us notes about what happened on this possibly worst day of the school year.

Willow: They are awfully cute with their wee notepads. Let's get to it! Behind a cut, naturally )
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Xander: Hey there, Fandom. Taking a break from boogieing the night away to bring you the news, this is Xander and W-- uh. Willow?

*the sound of silence*

Xander: Will? Huh, no Willow. Oh, wait, lemme check something.

*more silence, then a couple of aggrieved squeaks*

Xander: Nope, turns out that Willow-sized pile of squirrels in the corner was just... a Willow-sized pile of squirrels. Am I asking? I'm not asking. Clearly they drank the punch. Guess they weren't the only ones, 'cause it looks like it's just you and me tonight, Fandom.

*sound of a slamming door*

Willow: Hi! Hi! I'm here! Don't panic! I'm here with hereness and no longer there with thereness and by 'there' I of course mean 'the dance' which is where I have been this whole time. Well tonight. During dancetime. Prior to that I found other ways to occupy myself but my point is that I was at the dance, until now, when I am doing radio. Hi!

Xander: ...Hi. You were at the dance? Like just now? I didn't see you when I was leaving.

Willow: Um! Ha ha! Really? Because I saw you. From where I was. At the dance. But behind you which is why you got here ahead of me. Because... I was dancing. With Peter. Who was at the dance with me.

Xander: As opposed to with somebody else.

Willow: I'm just saying that I was at the dance and Peter was at the dance and I can't vouch for anyone else because I wasn't taking attendance. So news now?

Xander: Well, Bridge was there. Unless I was dancing inappropriately close to somebody else, in which case I'm so sorry, Other Person In A Green mask. Uh, and also Bridge. 'K, yeah, news now.

Willow: Of which we have tons!  )
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Willow: Good evening, Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg for WTFH, here to report the news and wish you a happy Kite Flying Day.

Xander: It's Kite Flying Day?

Willow: Also Laugh and Get Rich Day, but that one sounds like it came from a Nigerian stranger who's asking me to trust him.

Xander: I actually met some trustworthy strangers in Nigeria, shockingly enough. Not saying I would get into internet banking with them or anything, but jeep ride out of a sandstorm? I'm there.

Willow: Do they have a service for that? Like you go to the stand in the middle of the storm and wait for the regularly scheduled jeep?

Xander: Not so much. More like try to take shelter against a rock face and hope that thing that looks like an SUV coming towards you isn't a mirage.

Willow: Or a partial mirage where the mirage part involves the brakes.

Xander: Oh good, something else to worry about the next time I get stuck in a sandstorm. I remember I was getting bored with the choking last time.

Willow: I'm here to help. Shall we do the news now?

Xander: I guess we should - I mean I could go fly a kite, but it's kind of dark out now.

Willow: Yeah, in hindsight I wish we could've told people about this sooner. On the other hand tomorrow is Toothache Day so I kinda understand if people are not so much with the celebrating.

Xander: Who makes up these holidays? Am I allowed to send Mel after them with a stake?

Willow: Sure. On Kill A Weird Holiday Maker Day.

Xander: *heavy sigh* Which I just know you're gonna say is not today. Fine, whatever. Did anybody laugh or get rich today?

Willow: Let us find out! With news! Which is past this cut! )
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Willow: Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here for WTFH where I'm here to tell you that fingerprinting can be a lot of fun in ways that have nothing to do with either of the separate, yet equally important groups of the criminal justice system.

Xander: ...Is this in any way similar to certain early confusion about how the game 'Doctor' is supposed to be played? Because you know the fun part of Cops and Robbers is usually less... smudgy.

Willow: Oh no. Do I have some on me still? You know the ink doesn't dry nearly fast enough.

Xander: This is me NOT LOOKING.

Willow: I still don't know how else you would play doctor.

Xander: Usually it doesn't involve a three page medical history and printing up a fake insurance card.

Willow: But then how do you make sure everything gets submitted properly?

Xander: I'm not sure that's the kind of submission whoever came up with it had in mind.

Willow: I don't think it's very nice to play a game and deliberately exclude people who can only afford Medicare.

Xander: When you charge for it, that's a different and slightly less age-appropriate game.

Willow: There are just so many reasons why we need universal health care. Anyway, on to the news! )
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Willow: Hello Fandom! I suppose you're all wondering who the stranger in the room is. My name is Willow Rosenberg and I'm here to tell you that you're surrounded by a bunch of squirrels who just love you like crazy. So I'm going to report the news and Xander's going to report the news and then we're done. Okay?

Xander: The squirrels love us?

Willow: Oh yes. Like crazy! It's all part and parcel of my attempts to help poor Philbert. He's been acting weird this week and I thought maybe he needed an intervention.

Xander: From the squirrels? ...If it works, can you guys head over to my place after? Jeremiah's been bouncing off the tank walls all night like somebody spiked his dehydrated fly pellets with pixie sticks or something.

Willow: Okay first of all ew. And the squirrels are here to help us talk about how our animals' strange behavior has affected us. By which I mean we report the news. But there could be some kind of bottom line at the end. Which we hold. It's very important to hold the bottom line.

Xander: Whose bottom line? I'm not allowed to hold just anybody's.

Willow: Yeah... I kinda missed those details? Also I'm not sure what we hold the bottom line with. But hopefully Philbert and Jeremiah will accept the gift that we're offering to them and thus the bottom line part will be moot.

Xander: And by gift we mean... the news?

Willow: Now you're getting it!

Speaking of: )

Xander: And now I feel like we need to say good night to Fandom before I make some statements the FCC would feel frownyfaced about, so Good Night, Fandom.
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Willow: Hi everybody! Willow Rosenberg here with - OOF!

*sounds of excited, pouncing squirrels*

Willow: Oh hi guys! Hi! I missed you too! Hi!

Xander: You know, if you and the squirrels want some alone-time...

Willow: Don't be silly. I'm seeing someone. Also? So is one of the squirrels apparently. So if Teyla - if that is your real name - is listening, I would like to say that if you hurt any of their wee squirrel hearts I will cut your head off and put it on a neatly-labeled spike. Um - actual spike, not the vampire Spike. Though that would be bad too.

Xander: Er... could we talk about something that doesn't involve you removing people's necessary bodily organs? No reason. Just makes me twitchy.

Willow: I could offer to cut off her fingers?

Xander: Have I mentioned I'm glad you're my best friend in the world for ever and ever?

Willow: I feel some things should be clear, is all. Oo! Like your name. Introduce yourself. Doing radio is kind of like doing AA only everyone drinks rum instead of coffee. So like a celebrity version of AA, really.

Xander: Hi, I'm Xander, and I'm a twinkaholic.

Willow: Oh! Those come in banana flavor now! I've been meaning to tell you.

Xander: I kind of like the traditional cream filling.

Willow: I know. But this way you could have all the benefit of eating fruit without any of those nasty vitamins or actual food particles getting in the way.

Xander: There's a reason she's my best friend in the world forever and ever, boys and girls. Speaking of, don't we have some actual news to report on those types?

Willow: We do! Allow me: In spite of certain internet connections being PURE EVIL OMG )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg reporting to you on behalf of Fandom Radio, where we bring to you all the news that squirrels felt like taking notes on during the day. You would think that this would mean a report with a bias towards nut-related activities, but the radio squirrels take their duties very seriously and do not allow their personal feelings to get in the way of fulfilling their jobs! Especially since they love wearing those little press hats. Finding out they couldn't go around with tiny fedoras tipped at a jaunty angle would break their little squirrel hearts. Then they'd cry. It'd be awful. Luckily for us all this is not an issue.

Anyway! Hi! There's a lot of new people out there and I know getting used to Fandom can take a while. To help you out a little, let me first point out that for those of you who are not familiar with what a 'radio' is, you are not currently being talked to by an invisible person. If you look around I think you'll find there's an object of some sort, usually rectangular but not always, and sound is coming out of it. That is a radio. Unless the object making noise is furry and the rectangular object is on top of it, in which case that is most likely a cat that is trapped beneath a heavy book. In which case lift the book - which is the rectangular object, not the furry one - up very carefully so that you can set the kitty free. Cats, though smart, do not appreciate reading from a squished perspective.

And for those of you who are, say, from the dimension of my cooking study buddy, allow me to explain that rectangles are what your paper would look like if you stopped clipping the corners off of it.

Moving on with our lessons, my name is Willow Rosenberg and for those of you who haven't met me yet I am the redhead who looks like me. Unless there's a girl named Trina here in which case she is also a redhead that looks like me but I am not her and she is not me much though this may cause some confusion. To help clear it up I'm the redhead who looks like me who will say "Hi!" if you call me Willow or "No, sorry, I'm Willow!" if you call me Trina. Trina would respond differently though I couldn't tell you how as I've never met her and thus haven't been able to ask her. But it's still a fair assumption to make, I think.

Now that we've cleared all that up and set the squished kitties free, we can move On to the news! )
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Fandom! Hi! Oh my gosh it's Willow Rosenberg reporting on behalf of WTFH where today those initials stand for What The Frak Happened because OH MY GOD THE SCHOOL!!!

Uh... I mean spoiler! If you didn't want to know the ending yet.

Anyway, let me get these things in order. Make yourselves comfortable because this'll take a while. You may want to hit the bathroom before I start. I'll wait.


Okay, On to the news! )
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Hi! My name is Willow Rosenberg and this is my report on what happened in Fandom.

Radio, by Willow, who's wee )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you for WTFH radio where this week the W stands for Whee! Finals! I know we're all excited about putting all of our studying and hard work to good use. And by good use I mean getting a grade which validates everything we are as human beings. Assuming it's an A plus plus. Anything less means you've been invalidated and the only way to redeem yourself is by doing extra credit and/or locking yourself in your room and crying until you get totally dehydrated and your head hurts. Or, if you're me, you do both.

So good luck for finals! Now On to the news )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you on behalf of WTFH where this week the W stands for 'Willow was in no way late for the Prom due to being distracted by how hot her boyfriend looked in a - ' Hey! Who let you in here?

VERONICA: The squirrels dragged me away from the prom and brought me here. Who let you touch the radio?

WILLOW: Who let you back on the island? Though I do not blame the squirrels for trying to control how many people you infected with your ickyness.

VERONICA: Clearly the squirrels were concerned about your inability to effectively communicate the news. They wanted someone who could actually communicate effectively with people.

WILLOW: Still not seeing how this means you get to touch one of these microphones.

On to the news! )

[ooc: Major, major thanks to all the link gatherers and to [ profile] marsheadtilt for the coding teamwork. Y'all rock in STEREO.]
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg reporting to you on behalf of Fandom radio where I have been told by the squirrels to assure everyone that I am not - repeat not wearing a Renfaire costume and acting like it's a perfectly normal outfit. I have no idea why the squirrels were concerned by this possibility, but concerned squirrels are a very sad thing and I much prefer to turn their frowns upside down. So right now it's a regular ol' skirt and shirt, and after I do my reporting it will be snuggly jammies, courtesy of Annette. I hope that clears up any sartorial confusion.

On to the news! )
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Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, taking time off from the most fabulous slumber party in the history of ever in order to bring you all the news that's fit for squirrels to squeak. Assuming the squirrels are of age and use squeaking as their primary means of communication. Some write notes. Others use gestures. I'm currently teaching them how to use PowerPoint because bullet points and graphs are an excellent way of getting information across. Isn't that right, Xander?

On to the news! )
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Hello Fandom! This is an older and wiser Willow Rosenberg reporting to you on behalf of WTFH radio, where this week the T stands for "even Though it's Willow's birthday, she's still here to report the news because that's the kind of dedication to duty that she has." It is, granted, a long slogan but that's why we don't include that one on the bumper stickers.

I'd like to take a moment here to thank everybody who came to the party yesterday so that I was free to do radio today, and those who got me presents, and my wonderful boyfriend for... well, he knows how we celebrated. And also the squirrels who got me this cupcake with a candle in it. It's not an Anders cupcake but I don't think Anders speaks squirrel and anyway it's the thought that counts.

So thanks everybody!

Now on to the news! )
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Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, reporting for WTFH radio where this week the W stands for "Wheeee! Everybody's Irish!" The T may possibly stand for "There's no snakes, either." except, well, you'll see when I get to the rest of the news.

Anyway, I'm wearing green, my hair's already red, and the squirrels have these teeny-tiny green hats with shamrocks on which are so adorable I may explode. If you hear a loud yet wet popping sound over your speakers, you'll know what happened to me.

Now we Erin Go on to the news! In a Bragh sort of fashion. As one does.

School: Where neither Paddy nor anyone else is at work today

And they don't even have brick barrels to excuse them! People are slacking with their school dedication I tell you, slacking!

Dorms: Same old Shillelagh, different day

So Cam gets a delivery from Fandom's own Moist the Post Office Guy - which I believe is his official title - and it's a letter from the Academy! The line for making your Oscar-related jokes starts right here, people. Take a number. Cam makes a phone call, presumably about said letter, and then he tells Kawalsky that he got in. To the Academy, I assume. Not the phone. I also assume we're talking about Cam still and... yep! Sure enough, because later Cam shows his acceptance letter to Sam who is unrelated to Dean.

Sam who is related to Dean decided to spam the whole frikkin' school, apparently. Which Dean is not best pleased with, and who can blame him? Computers and email are not to be toyed around with, Sam! Do not make me come after you with a forced lesson on checking the Urban Legends Reference pages before you forward things around, Samuel Ulysses Winchester! I don't care if that's not actually your full name, you have so earned full name status at the moment!

Anyway, if you're wondering why the Fandom High servers were on the slow side today - if they were at all - you can blame fallout from Sam's email since Jaye gets into the email act, as do Zero and Kawalsky. Meanwhile, in the freaky world of face to face communication, Dean tells Alec about Sam's email and Alec gets a phone call. Very possibly about the email since there were few other topics of conversation to choose from today.

Sure, you could buck this tradition like Cally did but suffice it to say that while I wholeheartedly support everyone's safe and consentual sexual preferences, really Cally once you've gone all gay now there's no going back. I don't care what you've found in your bed, or if it was in a box at the time. Sorry, but that's how it goes.

Speaking of gay now, Wyatt and Anders watch a movie together. Was it that one that tells you all about how cigarette companies are evil? Because I can think of someone who totally needs to watch that and his name rhymes with Flanders.

John Connor has a productive Saturday and gets some cleaning done. Chad inspires wall banging and passive-agressive looks at ceilings as he plays his music way too loudly.

Dawn is in the gym this morning. By which I mean the girl from Sunnydale, not the actual sun rising inside of our school. Though let's face it, that second one is entirely possible. Mr. Dean and Sam's Daddy stops by to assess her abilities to stop bad guys in their tracks. Considering her ancestry, I have confidence that this won't be a problem.

Up on the second floor Zero throws a St. Patrick's day party. She tells Peter who is a Parker what her leprechaun name is, and said Peter is happy he's already Irish. He is? I have officially learned something new today. Now if only I could be graded for it.

Kawalsky comes for the free food and stays for the near-death experience of nearly insulting Zero's hair. Kawalsky and Peter who's already Irish chat about the wearing o' the green, possibly while using better brogues than I just managed, and then Kawalsky tells the most wonderful boyfriend in all the land about how not wearing green today means you get punched. Oh sweetie! I should've warned you about that. Keep a sharp eye out for wet sponges too. They'll be thrown at you. Try to duck.

Near Fandom Town in the County Down

Hikaru opens up Sparky Repairs and is all alone and lonesome in an all alone fashion until Setsuna stops by. Aeryn is still locked up in the Trooper Station and while I don't know the details or specifics I still feel confident in saying that while she's there she's probably made several people her bitch.

The Post Office is open, which is a detail I spoiled you for earlier with Cam and his news, but what you didn't know is that Sokka and Setsuna both stopped by for jobs. Were they successful? Did they look snazzy in their uniforms? You'll have to tune in to another radio report to find out because I don't have any notes here that say one way or the other. Maybe Moist still needs to do a reference check.

Over in the church? Snakes. John Connor decides he's tired of these mother-frikkin' snakes in this mother-frikkin' church and does his best to drive the snakes out.

Sanctity is open, and Stark stops by. Somebody named Millie shows up in town and gets welcomed by Leo. Leo very possibly questions her about whether or not she embodies an ideal of modernness in a thorough fashion. Leo opens The Photo Hut and Turtle & Canary, one stop shopping for your BFF needs, is also open today, as is Dance, Dance, Where Ever You May Be, So Long As It Ain't Here 'Cause Nobody's Dancing At This Place, Lord Of It Or Otherwise.

In spite of such anti-boogie-downing sentiment, Mel, Dawn, Xander, and I head out to the Preserve to do things involving dancing and Mexican food. Which might sound like a strange St. Patrick's day tradition, but it works for us.

And the clinic is quiet both day and night.

That's all the news I've got! Enjoy the rest of your St. Patrick's day! Have soda bread, drink things that are green even if they shouldn't be, and remember that it's best to throw wet sponges at people in an overhand fashion if you want to have good aim.

So I hear.

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Hi Fandom! Since not everybody is lucky enough to speak Spanish I thought I'd put up an English translation of last night's news. :D
Cut to save flists )

[ooc: Uploaded to the same place that hosts the radio podcasts. No links since you can use Nadia's report for those. This is just to provide folks with an IC way for them to find out what happened yesterday if they don't speak Spanish.]
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Hello Fandom! This is a slightly damp Willow Rosenberg reporting to you for WTFH where tonight the W stands for Water and the F stands for don't Forget to set your clocks Forward because it may be seriously wet outside but Daylight Savings waits for no one. Except for Arizona where frankly nobody can blame them for not feeling overly eager about an extra hour of sunlight. Because you know what else is a dry heat? Ovens. 'nuff said.

On to news! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow "I am absolutely convinced the rule about getting drunk is a trap" Rosenberg, reporting to you for WTFH where this week none of those letters stand for Purim because there is no W, T, F, or H in that word. Though you could make an H sound if you try doing that throat-cleary noise that some of our other words are made up with.

The news shall be quick tonight because I still have baskets to put together and anybody who thinks that I am throwing myself into the holiday just because my boyfriend is out of town and I only have so many coping mechanisms for this kind of abandonment is....

Yes, so, news!


Nothing. It's Spring break, which is the kind of horrible cruelty that tempts me to up my holiday-related drinking past the level of root beer, but luckily we all have Monday to look forward to.

Dorms, which are dormy!

Mac makes Snickerdoodles which are absolutely not made of people unless said people are themselves made out of tofu. Jude comes in and has a meet cute with the couch, which results in a long-lasting relationship where Jude makes pancakes on sticks and the couch allows Jude to have a place to sit while he eats them.

Luke watches Alton Brown on the television. Was Bourdain, Vampire Hunter on after? I'm dying to see that one. I hear he does interesting things with chopsticks. Tori comes in and finds out that the Luke/Spring Break/Ethics class/Skywalker family situation more than rivals any soap opera that could be found on TV, unless the soap opera was named something like "Guess Who's Dad Is Not Only Not So Much Dead Anymore But Is Also In Charge of Your GPA." Or, as they call it on Telemundo, Mi vida es extraño.

Marco spent 12 hours playing video games, which clearly shows that he's an amateur at this. Billy - hi Billy! - comes in looking for Ami but finds no luck or, for that matter, Ami. Tori asks what's the up and finds out that Ami is either missing or has recently figured out how to become invisible.

Valentine is back and discovers that 6 hasn't left for a week, which gives me cognitive dissonance given that weeks have seven days in them and I feel there should be matchiness here. Liz is abducted from her room and much as I do love the squirrels that work here I can't help but feel that one of them maybe should've tried the option of putting down their pencil and maybe attempting to stop the kidnapping. Does anyone know if Liz is okay?

Sakurazaki is surprised to wake up with Ranma who is a girl. Come talk to me when the word 'pony' is involved. Marie is home again which - YAY!!!! Also Zuko is going because apparently he believes that one student enters and the other must leave. Annette wakes up to find D... okay I am not reading the notes that are nothing but dirty jokes, people. I can't afford the FCC fines.

Anders hangs out in the garage and bumps into Alanna, hopefully not with anything stored in the garage because that would be ouchy. Ami vanishes, which explains the earlier bit about people looking for her, though again invisibility is not ruled out here as an option. Particularly since Anders later tries to see Isabel but can't, so clearly this is going around.

Mel and Zuko talked, and my note here says "by which we mean argued, by which we mean there may or may not have been bloodshed, by which we mean same old same old for Zuko and Mel." Chad plays his loud guitar in a tune of "Summon Pippi Through Window." Annette stops by to see if he's okay.

Isabel goes to see Peter of the Parker variety. Billy is abducted as is John Connorand - ack! Are we being invaded by trolls again? Stop talking to strange women! This does not end well!

Parker looks for stuff on her computer. Try the missing students. At this school they could totally be in there. Isabel tells Parker and Jack she's going home tomorrow. Wouldn't the start of Spring Break been better for this? She also tells Greg and if he needs any sympathy on the being without your snugglebuddy front, I am so there for him. Parker and Jack are also not so thrilled to be Isabelless, and Jack turns to space vodka and the company of Sam who is not a Winchester to help deal with it.

Finally, Marie and Jamie compare Spring Breaks. I am not even going to try guessing which one of them had the weirder one.

Town, which has a je ne sais Towniness

Laura Roslin returns home, as does Miss Frizzle. Weiss and Parker have a picnic. The twins tinker at Sparky Repairs, and I applaud their alliteration. The post office is open and Buffy comes in, demanding her Cosmo. Do not get in her way with that, she will totally turn those perfume samples into lethal weapons. And Anakin and Rose meet up outside of the best apartment building in town.

The Devil's Nest is open, as is Dancing In The Street Because We Don't Allow It Here. I'm told to add that Ellen has a love of disco, though I'm not sure if we're talking about the genre of music or possibly a new resident of Fandom. Also Cafe Fina hears Avon calling, though it could be land sharks.

The clinic is quiet in the morning but not so much at night when Dr. Wilson brings in a hurt Anders and Bridge - oh no!! Take very good care of them, please! Also Nadia is talking to her hand. This could be problematic if the hand is talking back or if the phrase "sockpuppet of love" comes into the equation.

And then we have two varieties of action and adventure! I'll take these alphabetically with number one being Aliens!

See, Tori got abducted in the park and Pippi found an invisible ship which, let's face it, is very hard to do, but having found said ship which is related to all the people vanishing means that Pippi totally gets her rumble on. And Tori and Setsuna fight aliens! As do Rose and Wade! And Wade says it's time to stab everything with tentacles which, frankly, considering the history of tentacles and Fandom I'd like to declare that it's always time to do that, since tentacles seem to have a difficulty with behaving themselves.

Then we have the second round of excitement where Dr. Wilson and Mr. Phale open up their house for visitors. Wyatt asks if Mr. Phale knows magic and is then told that he's dumber than Faithful but considering that this is Faithful we're talking about it's safe to say that Faithful's of the opinion that everyone is dumber than him, except for possibly Faithful's clone.

Nadia arrives and is given tea, so you know this adventure is sponsored by a British person. Alanna talks with Dr. Wilson about who's staying behind. Phoebe thanks Dr. Wilson for his help - these things can be said with cookies, I find. Or gift baskets which I really have to get back to because boy you do not want these things around when Passover starts. Chris talks with Dr. Wilson about a trip to Hell. Which one? Also you should really consider saving your frequent flier miles for a slightly better destination. Blair arrives and he and Mr. Phale touch base about the situation. Bridge and Anders show up and boy I wish I could go back in time and warn them to duck whatever thing it is that puts them in the clinic. Then again I'm sure Bridge and Anders wish they could do that too.

Wyatt tells Phoebe to be careful. Phoebe tells Wyatt to stop stating the obvious. Mr. Phale and Dr. Wilson join everyone in the study, hopefully without ropes or candlesticks or lead pipes of any kind. Lana wanders in and gets the date of upness regarding what's going on, and then Phoebe starts a spell and then I don't have anymore notes because eep and spell and Hell trips and everyone had better be really okay with this and the alien stuff because I'm already dealing with one missing person in my life and I don't need another!

So there.

Now to get back to those baskets. Good night Fandom!
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg reporting to you live from WTFH. Unless you're listening to this as a podcast in which case my report isn't so much live but on the other hand I am. At least I hope I am. Wow would it be depressing if I was dead by the time you downloaded this. I mean first of all: dead, not really fun. Second this would also mean that I'm making in accurate statements in this report and you wouldn't be able to trust anything that I said. It'd be horrible! You'd never believe in any of my broadcasts again! Which, okay, sure, you could argue might not happen if I was dead except hello, Fandom! Sunnydale girl! Frankly it's amazing I was ever breathing for these broadcasts in the first place.

"Breathing for these broadcasts," by the way, is the name of Becky Squirrel's one woman show. You should see it. It's very moving.

Anyway...News! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg reporting on behalf of WTFH, where this week the W in that stands for 'weetiny' and the W in my name continues to stand for Willow.

News! News of a big and small nature! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting on behalf of WTFH, where this week our motto is "Bringing you the news through our voices and radio wave technology, because miming it, while fun, would hinder clear communication."

On to the news! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you from Fandom radio because there's news that needs reporting and no other radio station has asked me to do it. Though imagine how confused the listening audience of, say, KROQ would be to hear about gremlins and shadows and people hanging out in common rooms that aren't five. Just as well we stick with this one. Though it occurs to me I don't actually know our call letters. My gut instinct? WARR. Though that looks like war misspelled. Oh!! WRUM! There we go. Much better.

On to the news! )
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Hi Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg and the most wonderful and recently rescued Stanley here to tell you all about the day's events! Granted I'll be doing most of the talking. Stanley is a stuffed dog. He doesn't say much. He's a great listener though! His role on radio tonight will be that of moral support.

On to the news! )
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Hello everybody! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting for Fandom Radio: Action News!

Actually this is just regular Fandom Radio, but I thought calling it Action News might pep it up a little. Of course the flip side is that if it was called that I'd feel like I had to do things to match up with it, like leap into my chair when I came in and frankly with my level of body coordination that's just going to result in me falling and the chair going all over the place, and the biggest news of the night would be how I'm dead of a broken neck on the floor of the news station only with me being dead there'd be nobody to report it and I'd just sit here rotting until the squirrels could wake somebody up to tell them and like that's gonna be easy to do late on a Saturday so now my body won't be discovered until Sunday night and with us doing the new radio tryouts there's no guarantee that the person who came in would even know that there isn't supposed to be the decaying corpse of a redhead sprawled across the floor so how are they going to know to tell anyone so I could be lying here for days and days so really I think the best thing for all concerned is if we stick to calling it Fandom Radio.

Whew. Glad that's settled. On to the news! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting for Fandom Radio, where the "F" stands for Fandom because let's face it it'd be really confusing it it stood for something else. I mean sure, it could actually stand for French Fries, but first off that's two words so already we're stretching the definition of initials, plus since I don't actually have any potato-related news everything I'd say would be really off-topic. Chaos would ensue, the world would end, and it would be all my fault. I can't handle that kind of guilt, people. Let's just not go there.

Instead, let's have news! )
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Hello Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg reporting to you on this lovely Christmas Eve Eve where this week our motto is Look out! Incoming mistletoe!

No, really. It just hit me in the eye. Ow! Look, I can't kiss anyone. My boyfriend isn't here and while the squirrels are very nice we don't have that kind of relationship. Now go sit over there and think of nog until I get back to the dorms, okay?

Other than mistletoe with yenta issues, it's been a fairly quiet day here in Fandom. Undoubtedly because everyone is practicing the snug-bed nestle so that when tomorrow comes they can get it right. Those of you who worship Santa definitely do not want to mess this up and totally bypass snug and end in the land of stirring. It leads to getting slipper socks for Christmas. And it doesn't matter what size your foot is, you're just going to get medium.

Anyway, on to the news.

Oh School, how can you leave us?

School was... Was... Oh god I can't even say it. This is so depressing. I took a chemistry final today. I wasn't in any chemistry classes this year but the thought of spending days and weeks without homework or grades is just... *sniffle*

Hermione knows what I'm talking about. Which makes me realize we should form a support group. Maybe for our field trips we could go to detention and watch as Seely gets denied access to any information about his GPA. I know I'd die if that was me.

Dorms, which fortunately don't leave us because otherwise we'd be homeless and at that point all we need is a grumpy old man who's forgotten the meaning of the holidays and we're halfway to a themed movie of the week starring Meredith Baxter-Birney.

Cameron heads out of town. One assumes his torso and other body parts went with him. Jaye gives out presents and I don't want to spoil how it ends but let's just say that Sam, Dean, Peter Parker, and Alec all have thank you notes that I'm sure they're currently in the middle of writing.

Jack and Sam spend the morning together. No one writes little ditties about this, which personally I think is a shame. Dean and Sam hang out and do things of a holidayish nature, but I won't say who for in case it's a surprise.

Jack prepares to imitate Cameron, though I assume with a different location in mind. On the other hand this is Jack. It's entirely possible he and Cameron are having a secret rendezvous involving rum, cocoa butter, and significant looks shared over a backgammon table. Either way Isabel, Parker, and Cedric stop by to help out with the so longing and farewelling.

This morning in the Third Floor Commong Room Schrodinger encourages us all to read up on the history of JFK. Walter has bacon, oatmeal, and tea and questions Schrodinger on his origins. Well, Walter, when a mommy Schrodinger and a daddy Schrodinger have figured out whether they're making enough post-tax income and have written up an agreement on maintaining equality within their partnership in spite of gender-based contributions towards the biological end goal of their shared resources, they head on down to the cabbage patch and ask the little elves very nicely if a baby can come home with them.

Finally, Pippi declares herself a donut, a roll, and a pancake but fortunately Jude was up on the fourth floor today otherwise Pippi may have gotten a stick shoved in her. I know she's not a vampire but that'd still hurt like the dickens.

By the way, why does Charles Dickens want to hurt people so much? I never understood that.

In the coolest common room ever Molly makes cookies. My name is Willow Rosenberg and I support this food-based activity. Dawn lends a hand - not literally, Molly isn't making Snickerdoodles here - and the two of them discuss Christmas, spring break, and vampires who are apparently obsessed with what happens when bats go to the bathroom. And now I am too. Do they do it in some kind of special way? Is toilet paper involved like it is with bears?

Alec gets appointed Dean Lookalike In Charge of Frosting. Which is a lucky thing because while I'm sure Ray could do a bang-up job in the frosting department, he's not so great on the first half of that title.

Alec also learns about the true meaning of Christmas, which is namely to eat as much raw cookie dough as you can get your hands on 'cause yum.

Fandom Town, where the warmth of the holidays is in the air except for how it's all cold and snowy

Ivanova's ship lands in the park and River and Blair go to meet her.

At what one assumes is not the same time Phale, Dr. Wilson, Lucifer, and Jesse have a drunken snowball fight in the park. How do you get snowballs drunk without melting them? Plus as the snowballs old enough to be drinking? Winter's only just started. I say be on the safe side and card first.

Hawkeye writes a letter home. Hopefully without anyone throwing bottles at him. Or throwing anything else, actually. Including those poor snowballs because if you move them around too much they're just going to get urpy and then it's snowball puke all over the place. For the record I am not cleaning that up, people.

We Can Dance When We Want To So Long As It's Elsewhere has its Second Annual Three Minute Dates. Some hang out at the bar before this begins. Try not to sit on the snowballs. Your pants will get all wet. Plus the snowballs will die.

Dating begins. It keeps going but with different people. It approaches things from another angle. It turns its head and tries a different angle from that one. It reaches the end, triumphant but dizzy! And then people flip a coin and figure out who they should go home with. Which is impressive because you don't often see five-sided coins around here.

And that's all the news I've got. This is Willow Rosenberg, signing off and wishing you and yours a happy holidays! Have a Snoopy dance on me!

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Hello Fandom! It's Willow Rosenberg, for those of you tuning in for the very first time on a Saturday evening and/or those of you who haven't yet figured out that my voice always sounds the same. At least I assume it does. You know I've never actually listened to one of my own recordings because it's always weird to hear what your voice sounds like when it's not inside your head.

Anyway, hi! Happy Hanukkah to those of us who are celebrating it, and to those of you who aren't as well. We exclude no one here. There are plenty of latkes for all. Enjoy! They're quite yummy. Go on, I'll wait.


Are you back yet? You know in hindsight I probably should've told you to just bring some headphones with you, but oh well. Something to keep in mind for next time.

Now on with the news! )
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Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, reporting for Fandom Radio while in the safety of this radio booth and not, for instance, on a stage which I think we can all agree brings nothing but trauma and heartache and very possibly bad grades. Not that I'm worried about that or anything. Ahem.

On to the news! )
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Hello, Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you thanks to these very brave and determined squirrels who have managed to bring me today's notes and a long range microphone and a confirmation of where I'm located so that I can tell you -

*sounds of chittering*

... you didn't bring me a confirmation of where I am?

*sounds of more chittering*

Okay, but guys I'm captive right now, and so are all my friends and, well, all the other people in that room who I've never met before but who I'm sure are very nice and would rather not be here. And if we can't escape then we need to be rescued, and we can't be rescued if people don't know where we are.

*sounds of still more chittering*

No, I get that it's not a part of your usual note taking. But you couldn't think to maybe include it when you noticed I wasn't where I'm normally supposed to be?

*sounds of sad chittering*

Oh no, nothing like that. You're very good at your jobs, honest! I didn't mean to imply -

*sounds of sadder chittering*

Oh god, please don't cry. I'm very sorry! Here, would a hug make it better?

*muffled fluffy snuggling sounds*

Okay. I'll go do radio, and maybe as a favor to me while I'm on the air you could go out and get the address of this place?

*sounds of proud, heroic chittering*

Great! Go team!

*sounds of squirrels scampering off*

God. I've lost my shoe, had to picture Seely making out with my boyfriend while their heads were stuck to a toilet, got threatened to have my brains taken out, and I made squirrels cry. This is so not my best day ever.

Anyway, while I'm waiting for the squirrels to come back I may as well get on with the news. Oh - and if any trolls are listening? I may not know what building I'm in yet, but I am totally located in the laundry room right now. So if you wanted to try to stop this broadcast, just you try to pry me out of there. Laundry room. Not any other room of this heavily blockaded and yet still seriously dusty building. Just there. If you were wondering.

Now for the news.

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Hello, Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, reporting to you from Fandom Radio, where we are thankful for pirates, the first amendment, and squirrels who can both write and look fetching in their little Press hats. Though this does make you wonder if the other squirrels feel that their heads are naked, or just more susceptible to helping them catch cold. I realize science is now saying that getting a chill has nothing to do with coming down with a cold, but personally I think that's just a huge conspiracy that started when a scientist and a hat maker got into a fight. It was horrible. Holidays were very awkward at their house for at least a year.

Anyway... )
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Hello, everybody! It's Willow Rosenberg, the voice of Fandom Radio. Well, tonight. Other people are the voice of Fandom Radio on other nights and, in the case of Barbossa and Faithful, during the day. Plus I don't think we can rule out the radio equipment speaking for itself in a language that the rest of us can't hear. Or maybe we do hear it all the time and we don't realize it.

I'm going to be up all night wondering about this now.

Anyway, on to the news!

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Hello, Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, speaking to you on behalf of Fandom Radio and also, if we're going to be technical, with my voice. Though I'm told I can also speak with very expressive hand gestures and eye movements when the situation calls for it. But this is Fandom Radio and not Fandom TV...and oh my god how awesome would THAT be? But, uh, anyway, point being that you can't see me so I'm sticking with verbal for now.

On to the news!

News, glorious news )
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Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here on behalf of Fandom Radio, where today our motto is "Neither rain nor sleet nor snow nor blackouts shall keep us from fulfilling our duty to report the news. Also fears about copyright violations are not so much an issue because while postal workers may be armed, we have squirrels and you do not want to cross an angry squirrel. They'll so run up your pantlegs and bite like there's no tomorrow. So there."

Cut because have you MET Willow? )
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Hello Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, reporting on behalf of Fandom Radio, where this week our motto is "All the news that squirrels care to report, and for the love of coffee and chocolate don't forget to set your clocks back one hour tonight or else you'll get up at the wrong time, miss everything you need to be punctual for, possibly even miss classes on Monday, and then you'll fail out of school and end up spending the rest of your life with nothing but bitterness and regret and all because you couldn't set your clocks back one frikkin' hour when you were told to!."

It's a specific motto, and perhaps not very catchy, but it carries a message and I think that's more meaningful.

On to the news!Over this-a way! )
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Hello to all Fandom residents and students, as well as visiting parents, family members, friends, and/or beings who may have a relation to you that the English language hasn't caught up with yet. This is Willow Rosenberg, bringing you the latest news!

To explain for the visitors who might not know, during the day teams of sharp-eyed squirrels roam the halls and highways of Fandom and take notes on what they see. The staff here at Fandom Radio then sorts through all the pages that say "Leaf, leaf, acorn, tree with a nice hole in it that looks like it's close to a good school district, leaf, leaf, leaf." and finds the details that relate to the residents of Fandom, which are then reported on by folks like me.

And for those of you who are visiting and who really need an explanation because maybe you come from a time before there was communication like this. Um... I guess the easiest way to put it is that the talking box is not evil. At least not so far as we know.

There. That's better. On to the news!

Parents Weekend Part Two: The Weekendining )
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Hi Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, coming to you on Saturday the 14, a day which doesn't have nearly the kind of PR that Friday the 13th does, but frankly not all days need to be showoffs and I think we should commend today for being so well versed in the fine art of modesty.

But let's not linger on the personalities of our days, because that way lies wondering if Mondays have a horrible persecution complex and if I start thinking about that I'm going to be up all night. Instead: news!

This way... )
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Hello, Fandom! This is Willow Rosenberg, bringing you the latest and greatest in - oh my GOD who got drool all over the equipment? Ewww. Hang on a sec. No way I'm continuing this without some wet naps.

*long pause and sound of the microphone and everything else in the vicinity being wiped down*

Okay! There! All clean now. Which means I can bring you the news!

With Willow there is no such thing as a short news day )
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Hello, Fandom. Willow Rosenberg here, reporting the news as though that's going to somehow matter in the face of the meaninglessness of life, the universe, and the fact that I can't finish writing this poem because I don't know what rhymes with razor blades.

Sure, I suppose in the end someone could point out that I don't have it so bad. My parents pull in five figures a year. I go to an exclusive private school. My boyfriend is really, seriously hot. But then again isn't having everything just another way to have nothing? I tried to express all these feelings in a painting but for some reason the store was completely out of black. I tried using a really dark pink but it just wasn't the same.


Anyway...Fandom Rademo )
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Hello, Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, bringing you the only news report in the nation that is not going to end with a reporter looking somberly at a camera while saying, "And, to our Jewish friends, a happy holiday." No! We are starting the program with that and we are including everybody in the celebration! So kick back, curl up with your favorite sweet treat that's good to eat, and enjoy all the news of the first day of the Jewish new year. Or, as we like to call it, "Rosh Hashanah." Don't worry about spelling that right the first time out. We won't test you. We save that for Hanukkah.

The events of the day, Willow-style )
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Hi, Fandom! Willow Rosenberg here, reporting for Fandom Radio where our motto is "All the news that's fit for squirrels to print, because if you think we could pay human beings below minimum wage to comb through hours of security camera footage of you guys sitting around in a common room on the odd chance that in hour sixteen one of you gets naked and/or makes with the boykissy, man are you sadly mistaken."

Which I have to admit leads me to several questions. Why not have a shorter motto? Are the squirrels paid so little because they make it up in tips? Who knew squirrels were that fascinated by boykissy? Perhaps more importantly, why are they that fascinated by boykissy? Shouldn't they be more into squirrelkissy? This is going to keep me up all night, I can tell.

Anyway, on to the news! Your flist will thank me )

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