Fandom Radio, Sunday Morning 8/14
Yo, Fandom! Reno here, tellin' you if you ain't looked out the window yet, I suggest you go ahead an' do that right now, yo. I mean that. Look out your window, if you got a view past the water. I'll wait.
*There's a break while the Jeopardy thinking song plays.*
How messed up is that? Am I right? It ain't just me, that place we stopped in now is more black an' white than a penguin in the dark? I mean, shit, I'd almost fit in 'cause of the suit, but the hair kinda throws that off, yo.
After the broadcast, I'm headin' across the causeway with a few cans of spraypaint, yo. Totally plannin' on messin' with the locals by makin' all the fire hydrants bright blue or somethin'.
Anyhow, I got a few notes in my hands, and I'm gonna get this over with so that I can get to that, yo. Startin' with the school, because Bod is just the kinda kid to open up the library on a weekend, yo. All was quiet in there except for the book-stealin' raccoon, who was livin' in black an' white before the island thought it was cool. Hipster raccoon, yo.
In the fifth floor common room, Bod was eatin' Thai food an' talkin' to himself. I guess there was some sad shit on TV, huh? I ain't really usually the TV-watchin' sort, so I missed it. Went to Disneyland instead. This island would be way less friggin' miserable sometimes if we all just up an' went to Disneyland when the TV programming sucks, yo. I think Kate would probably agree, since she was talkin' to Bod about how the commercials made her cry, yo.
Daaamn.
In town, Hermerner-inny was cleanin' house to the background noise of, you guessed it, the saddest television programming Fandom's ever tried to throw at us. So she asked her cat for permission to get another one, yo. See, if Crookshanks is anything like Rikku's cat Petey, he probably just bonked her hand with his head. Maybe drooled a little, yo.
At the Devil's Nest, Bo had to put up with mouse ears on her corset, yo. You know, I don't think I remember seein' somethin' like that at the park yesterday. And I was lookin', even. At the Gig, Dani was hittin' total breakdown mode around the horses. I could blame the TV, but it's more fun to say she suffered some kinda deep-rooted horse-related trauma in her youth, and it's just now comin' out to stare her down, yo.
At Fixer-Uppers, Topher was watchin' TV on his laptop. Ain't none of you people ever heard of a radio? It plays music? Don't even show you pictures of mangy dogs an' abused horses an' frogs an' platypi, even. You should all think about gettin' one in your lives for more'n just the news. I bet Hercules agrees, even. He capped off the day with a rousin' song under his tree with his friggin' lyre. Because that's how tough guys deal with sad pandas, folks.
Lyres. Get one.
An' then get some blue paint and come help me screw with people's heads. It's good for you, yo.
*There's a break while the Jeopardy thinking song plays.*
How messed up is that? Am I right? It ain't just me, that place we stopped in now is more black an' white than a penguin in the dark? I mean, shit, I'd almost fit in 'cause of the suit, but the hair kinda throws that off, yo.
After the broadcast, I'm headin' across the causeway with a few cans of spraypaint, yo. Totally plannin' on messin' with the locals by makin' all the fire hydrants bright blue or somethin'.
Anyhow, I got a few notes in my hands, and I'm gonna get this over with so that I can get to that, yo. Startin' with the school, because Bod is just the kinda kid to open up the library on a weekend, yo. All was quiet in there except for the book-stealin' raccoon, who was livin' in black an' white before the island thought it was cool. Hipster raccoon, yo.
In the fifth floor common room, Bod was eatin' Thai food an' talkin' to himself. I guess there was some sad shit on TV, huh? I ain't really usually the TV-watchin' sort, so I missed it. Went to Disneyland instead. This island would be way less friggin' miserable sometimes if we all just up an' went to Disneyland when the TV programming sucks, yo. I think Kate would probably agree, since she was talkin' to Bod about how the commercials made her cry, yo.
Daaamn.
In town, Hermerner-inny was cleanin' house to the background noise of, you guessed it, the saddest television programming Fandom's ever tried to throw at us. So she asked her cat for permission to get another one, yo. See, if Crookshanks is anything like Rikku's cat Petey, he probably just bonked her hand with his head. Maybe drooled a little, yo.
At the Devil's Nest, Bo had to put up with mouse ears on her corset, yo. You know, I don't think I remember seein' somethin' like that at the park yesterday. And I was lookin', even. At the Gig, Dani was hittin' total breakdown mode around the horses. I could blame the TV, but it's more fun to say she suffered some kinda deep-rooted horse-related trauma in her youth, and it's just now comin' out to stare her down, yo.
At Fixer-Uppers, Topher was watchin' TV on his laptop. Ain't none of you people ever heard of a radio? It plays music? Don't even show you pictures of mangy dogs an' abused horses an' frogs an' platypi, even. You should all think about gettin' one in your lives for more'n just the news. I bet Hercules agrees, even. He capped off the day with a rousin' song under his tree with his friggin' lyre. Because that's how tough guys deal with sad pandas, folks.
Lyres. Get one.
An' then get some blue paint and come help me screw with people's heads. It's good for you, yo.