Fandom Radio, Sunday, 2/25/07
Hello again, Fandom. This is Nadia Santos, back for another cold and damp Sunday on WTFH. And let me tell you, I'm looking forward to winter being over.
But, in the immortal words of a singer/song writer I'm pretty sure none of you has ever heard of unless you've met the guy, "If winter doesn't kill me/I'll be happier in spring/Let me dance wild and freely/Let me be content to sing".
. . . Yeah, I'm a little moody, tonight.
School
Only thing to report here is that the office was open and some guy named Robert Goulet came by to mess things up. As long as my grades are still fine . . . or hey, better would also be good, I'm not complaining.
Dorms
This morning on the fourth floor, a mouse who is apparently Jack watched movies and ate a piece of popcorn. This apparently confused Neil and Susan-Peter, who's now apparently trying to campaign to be renamed "Monkey!Peter", since he tried to turn himself into one. Everyone needs a hobby. Neil fed mouse!Jack far too much sugar and caffeine, while Mean Girl, who was apparently still stick-shaped, gave mouse!Jack a hug, which seems just a bit out of character if you ask me, but then again, who can resist a small, fuzzy mouse?
*chittering*
Apparently the squirrels can.
Susan-Peter, after apparently failing to become a monkey, tried to make Jaye 3-D again instead. No idea if that worked any better than the monkey thing, but at least he tried, right? Isabel has plans to monopolize on her friend's misfortune and make a calender of mouse!Jack pictures, but was at least nice enough to explain the mouse thing to Peter. And Marco came in all sleepy-like.
This afternoon on the roof, Billy watched the snow and was joined by Ami. I did that, too, the snow watching, not the Billy joining, but from the fifth floor common room. And I don't care what these notes say, I wasn't pouting. Pippi joined me, and, well, I think the less said about that conversation, the better.
But for the record, I do not have a crappy attitude.
Zero watched the Oscars in the second floor common room, and I'd make a joke about "who's Oscar?" but I'm from Argentina, not under a rock, so I do actually know what those are. She told Peter Parker about what she'll do when she runs the Oscars. Does it involve giant hooks? Sam and Zero talked about mouse!Jack and the Oscars, and Isabel was kind enough to warn Sam that he'd had coffee when she returned mouse!Jack to her. Sam and Parker apparently disagree about clothes. Zero started in on that "Swoo" stuff again, and told Turtle about her movie, Turtle and Isabel talked cute boys, surveys, and spring break plans, and Parker decided to wear her homecoming dress in honor of the awards. Turtle and Parker engage in pretendy fun time Oscar role playing, and Parker and Isabel mock the red carpet wear. Molly popped in to say hi, Pam apparently disapproved of Gwyneth's outfit, and she and Isabel find common ground in dress mocking. Marco was excited, Layla didn't like Nicole Kidman's dress, and Irulan was just confused.
Naomi woke up this morning in John Conner's bed. And you know? I have no idea what to think about that, so I think I'll just move on. Cameron packed up for a trip to California and was visited by Dick who talked with him about Neptune. The Roman god? Right. As I said, everyone needs a hobby. River decided to take a nap after returning from the cheerleading competition, but I guess it got interrupted when she had to rescue mouse!Jack from Berthold. Looks like Annette, at least, actually got her post-competition nap, while Tori got a visit from Jim when she got home. Rikku stopped by Hermione's clothing drive, as did Layla, Dawn wrote a letter home. Luke brought Anakin back, which was very kind of him, and Rory came by to greet them. Parker reminisced about her week, Anders and Phoebe got together to mourn with booze . . . okay, everyone deals in their own way. Like Lana, who chose to just be alone in her room. Chad, like many others, decided to crash after getting back from the cheerleading competition, and Teddy went to say hi. Hopefully quietly, because if the phone call I got last night was any indication, Chad has one hell of a hangover. Cassie was emo in her room, and, oh, hey, Jaye's properly people shaped again. Ami vanished from the roof. John Conner danced around his room to Stevie Wonder.
Town
Dean the Tick watched the snow fall, and Anakin came to ask for a room. Professor Frost was upset that she didn't get any mail, and Dr. Wilson woke up long enough to admire the snow before going back to bed. Good plan, Dr. Wilson. Professor Tyler got a phone call.
Yitzhak--wait. Yitzhak? As in, Yitzhak, from Hedwig and the Angry Inch? The one that the creepy Gothic-Christian guy stole all his songs from? That Yitzhak? Well, how many Yitzhaks could there possibly be . . . madre del dios, that's awesome. . . . I'll have to go to Luke's now. . . . Anyway. Yitzhak opened Lukes for brunch, which was attended by Rosette and Aiden. Samanderic opened Sparky's as usual, Lucifer tried to kick Setsuna off his bench in the park . . . does it have his name on it, Setsuna? If not, I wouldn't stand for that. . . . and later, Billy went for a walk and vanished. He got that from Ami, didn't he. I'd make a crude joke about STDs, but I'm not in the mood. Pippi went to Fred's wheezing shop to talk about some plan or other, and Tori and Jim had a pizza date.
Shuichi took a nap at the Devil's Nest, tonight, GOB turned into a Canadian at Caritas, but I suspect they deported him promptly, because he didn't get much of a reaction from the Doctor or Blair, who both just quietly drank.
The clinic was quiet for both shifts.
Bel's Memorial
And we'll finish on a somber note. This evening on the roof, Blair put together a very fitting, very sweet memorial for Belthazor, attended by Phoebe, Chris, Wyatt, Pip, Pippi, Walter, Cameron, Veronica, Annette, El Professor, Alanna and Faithful, Piper, Lindsey, Summer, Marie and Jamie, Isabel, Anders, Lana, Dr. Wilson and Aziraphale, Mac, Sakura, Billy, John Conner, Setsuna, Professor Ares, Parker, The Doctor and Jane, Bridge and Xander, Stark, and Moral, and myself. There were memories shared, music played, and we did our best to say good-bye. People caught up with each other afterwards, and, well . . . I think it's clear that a lot of people cared about Bel. That he won't be forgotten, and if we can remember him by caring about each other, than maybe there could be a bright side to all this.
So . . . I guess that's it, Fandom. Stick together. Trust each other. Care about each other. There's not much else we can really do in this world, anyway.
Buenas noches, Fandom. Sueños dulces. Y recuerde: el resorte vendrá otra vez.
But, in the immortal words of a singer/song writer I'm pretty sure none of you has ever heard of unless you've met the guy, "If winter doesn't kill me/I'll be happier in spring/Let me dance wild and freely/Let me be content to sing".
. . . Yeah, I'm a little moody, tonight.
School
Only thing to report here is that the office was open and some guy named Robert Goulet came by to mess things up. As long as my grades are still fine . . . or hey, better would also be good, I'm not complaining.
Dorms
This morning on the fourth floor, a mouse who is apparently Jack watched movies and ate a piece of popcorn. This apparently confused Neil and Susan-Peter, who's now apparently trying to campaign to be renamed "Monkey!Peter", since he tried to turn himself into one. Everyone needs a hobby. Neil fed mouse!Jack far too much sugar and caffeine, while Mean Girl, who was apparently still stick-shaped, gave mouse!Jack a hug, which seems just a bit out of character if you ask me, but then again, who can resist a small, fuzzy mouse?
*chittering*
Apparently the squirrels can.
Susan-Peter, after apparently failing to become a monkey, tried to make Jaye 3-D again instead. No idea if that worked any better than the monkey thing, but at least he tried, right? Isabel has plans to monopolize on her friend's misfortune and make a calender of mouse!Jack pictures, but was at least nice enough to explain the mouse thing to Peter. And Marco came in all sleepy-like.
This afternoon on the roof, Billy watched the snow and was joined by Ami. I did that, too, the snow watching, not the Billy joining, but from the fifth floor common room. And I don't care what these notes say, I wasn't pouting. Pippi joined me, and, well, I think the less said about that conversation, the better.
But for the record, I do not have a crappy attitude.
Zero watched the Oscars in the second floor common room, and I'd make a joke about "who's Oscar?" but I'm from Argentina, not under a rock, so I do actually know what those are. She told Peter Parker about what she'll do when she runs the Oscars. Does it involve giant hooks? Sam and Zero talked about mouse!Jack and the Oscars, and Isabel was kind enough to warn Sam that he'd had coffee when she returned mouse!Jack to her. Sam and Parker apparently disagree about clothes. Zero started in on that "Swoo" stuff again, and told Turtle about her movie, Turtle and Isabel talked cute boys, surveys, and spring break plans, and Parker decided to wear her homecoming dress in honor of the awards. Turtle and Parker engage in pretendy fun time Oscar role playing, and Parker and Isabel mock the red carpet wear. Molly popped in to say hi, Pam apparently disapproved of Gwyneth's outfit, and she and Isabel find common ground in dress mocking. Marco was excited, Layla didn't like Nicole Kidman's dress, and Irulan was just confused.
Naomi woke up this morning in John Conner's bed. And you know? I have no idea what to think about that, so I think I'll just move on. Cameron packed up for a trip to California and was visited by Dick who talked with him about Neptune. The Roman god? Right. As I said, everyone needs a hobby. River decided to take a nap after returning from the cheerleading competition, but I guess it got interrupted when she had to rescue mouse!Jack from Berthold. Looks like Annette, at least, actually got her post-competition nap, while Tori got a visit from Jim when she got home. Rikku stopped by Hermione's clothing drive, as did Layla, Dawn wrote a letter home. Luke brought Anakin back, which was very kind of him, and Rory came by to greet them. Parker reminisced about her week, Anders and Phoebe got together to mourn with booze . . . okay, everyone deals in their own way. Like Lana, who chose to just be alone in her room. Chad, like many others, decided to crash after getting back from the cheerleading competition, and Teddy went to say hi. Hopefully quietly, because if the phone call I got last night was any indication, Chad has one hell of a hangover. Cassie was emo in her room, and, oh, hey, Jaye's properly people shaped again. Ami vanished from the roof. John Conner danced around his room to Stevie Wonder.
Town
Dean the Tick watched the snow fall, and Anakin came to ask for a room. Professor Frost was upset that she didn't get any mail, and Dr. Wilson woke up long enough to admire the snow before going back to bed. Good plan, Dr. Wilson. Professor Tyler got a phone call.
Yitzhak--wait. Yitzhak? As in, Yitzhak, from Hedwig and the Angry Inch? The one that the creepy Gothic-Christian guy stole all his songs from? That Yitzhak? Well, how many Yitzhaks could there possibly be . . . madre del dios, that's awesome. . . . I'll have to go to Luke's now. . . . Anyway. Yitzhak opened Lukes for brunch, which was attended by Rosette and Aiden. Samanderic opened Sparky's as usual, Lucifer tried to kick Setsuna off his bench in the park . . . does it have his name on it, Setsuna? If not, I wouldn't stand for that. . . . and later, Billy went for a walk and vanished. He got that from Ami, didn't he. I'd make a crude joke about STDs, but I'm not in the mood. Pippi went to Fred's wheezing shop to talk about some plan or other, and Tori and Jim had a pizza date.
Shuichi took a nap at the Devil's Nest, tonight, GOB turned into a Canadian at Caritas, but I suspect they deported him promptly, because he didn't get much of a reaction from the Doctor or Blair, who both just quietly drank.
The clinic was quiet for both shifts.
Bel's Memorial
And we'll finish on a somber note. This evening on the roof, Blair put together a very fitting, very sweet memorial for Belthazor, attended by Phoebe, Chris, Wyatt, Pip, Pippi, Walter, Cameron, Veronica, Annette, El Professor, Alanna and Faithful, Piper, Lindsey, Summer, Marie and Jamie, Isabel, Anders, Lana, Dr. Wilson and Aziraphale, Mac, Sakura, Billy, John Conner, Setsuna, Professor Ares, Parker, The Doctor and Jane, Bridge and Xander, Stark, and Moral, and myself. There were memories shared, music played, and we did our best to say good-bye. People caught up with each other afterwards, and, well . . . I think it's clear that a lot of people cared about Bel. That he won't be forgotten, and if we can remember him by caring about each other, than maybe there could be a bright side to all this.
So . . . I guess that's it, Fandom. Stick together. Trust each other. Care about each other. There's not much else we can really do in this world, anyway.
Buenas noches, Fandom. Sueños dulces. Y recuerde: el resorte vendrá otra vez.