WTFH

Hey, folks. This is brambless, coming to you with the news and happenings this Sunday night.

The Chrisnukwanzayulestice spirit has begun (and I do hope I didn't leave anyone out there!) with the first Secret Santa gifts being delivered. Lana Lang is the helpful elf of choice, with anonymous gifts for both Death, Lisa Cuddy and Allie. Gifts also for Janet and Charlie Kawalsky from the non-anonymous Jack O'Neill, and it's so good to hear you're all being so good to one another.

Kawalsky has also been talking to Cameron about Christmas plans. Cameron is still in human form (and is it horrible of me to say 'what a shame'? Because he sounded so cute...) The two intrepid hunters find and slay a Christmas tree, before Cameron plays with Aeryn and Vala in his room. But, um, not in that way, or anything. Later in the evening, Lee, John Crichton and Aeryn talk. Word has it that Christmas traditions are confusing for those people not from around this time/space, and I would love anyone who organised a multi-faith-world-whatever celebration with something from everyone's time. Just putting that out there...

In other gift-buying and shopping-news (not to be confused with the Shipping News column...), Sanctity gets a midnight customer, and Bel finds something at the Emporium for Phoebe, lucky girl.

Business is booming at Wonka's, with a veritable ton of people buying sweets. As well as, um, a rat. Sent by DEATH. Yeah, that's creepy. Wesley Pryce is the sweetest of them all, though, sharing his candy in the fourth floor common room, before joining Faith, Bel and John Sheppard in saying 'hey there, baby god' with glitter, trees and tiny weapons. Faith, honey? I love you.

It's a day for revelations in the common rooms - Sheppard reveals to Lana that he has a drinking problem, and Kawalsky implies that Parker and the Dean are having an affair - but has a surprisingly pleasant singing voice. Kawalsky, not the Dean.

Meanwhile, down on the first floor, Professor The Tick thumb-wrestles himself to a draw in the middle of a golf game. Yeah. Um. I don't know why that sentence surprises me. Thumb-wrestling golf... in Fandom. Of course.

CJ tries to recruit Krycek for her class next term, and tries to explain family to Kadaj. Lily and Draco discover that sometimes, in love, it does matter what you look like, but it's more important what's in your heart. Which is... so beautiful. You people make me cry, sometimes. Angel believes it's more important what's in your soul, and luckily for him, Veronica agrees.

Ben and Inara practice their tai-chi in the park, and discuss life in Fandom. Han talks with Ben about gender roles, and with Lana about discrimination, and I just have to say, Han? I know this has got to be hard on you, but many people would do just about anything to find out how the other half really lives. You've got to write this down... Later in the park, Mr. Phale and Ten have tea and discuss classic literature, and Mr. Phale does not feed scones to a hawk. Or presumably anything else? Except maybe the ducks?

Over at the Echolls place, Jenny Calendar performs a disinvitation spell to keep the friendly neighbourhood vampires friendly, Parker is floating on air, as is Logan, and Angela is glowing. Rory, Jake, Krycek and Liz also join in the fun, and between that and the home-made decorations, it sounds like a lovely time was had by all! When Angela gets back home, Marty tries very hard to make her glow again. So sweet.

A whole bunch of people go ice-skating. My notes say Janet, Daniel, Parker, Zero, Anakin, Sam and Jaye. Hee. Ice party. Some are, um, more graceful than others. Jaye freaks Anakin out by making him think there are gremlins. But there weren't. This time. However, Parker finds out that her privacy was invaded. For real, and not by gremlins.

Sheppard and Lana watch the waves together at the beach, before heading into the Perk to warm up. Allie and Lisa are there, too. And a little bird who overhead the conversation tells me Lana has said the most intelligent thing I've heard yet this weekend: "live and learn and try not to be too stupid along the way".

So goodnight, folks. Be well, take care of one another, and try not to be too stupid along the way.

Hey folks. This is brambless, in my first ever radio appearance, giving you one night's rest from the usual radio snark - though I know you love your snark, and I promise you'll have it back tomorrow night!

Today has been a day of rest for many, even Father Jack Hackett, who didn't show up for Sunday services. This is the part where your usual radio personality would speculate that he was too drunk to wake up. Likewise, The Emporium is closed today to attend the Harvest Festival, and you'll need to stock up this week because they're taking Thanksgiving weekend off. Sounds like Ben needs it, he's not feeling very well. Word has it that Duce isn't feeling well either, so I advise you all to drink your echinacea tea against whatever it is going around. I think I've even convinced the Perk to stock it.

The Tick will also be away for Thanksgiving, and with his sidekick The Caffeinator in the clinic, Callisto will be looking over the school in his absence. Um, from the roof, apparantly, so I guess that's a literal 'looking over'. For those of you who don't have anywhere to go this weekend, you might want to consider contacting Han Solo - who is going to space. Yes, I know that's not a big deal for many of you, but - space! Outer space! In a spaceship! *cough* Okay, I'm... yeah. You can't tell me that's not cool.

Callynanders were cute before going to the Festival, where they... continued to be cute. No real news there, and no competition to their title as 'Fandom High's Most Saccharine Couple', though Draco and Lily gave it a good shot today. The reigning titleholders made the sweetness literal by buying candy from Mr. Wonka, as did D'anna and Alanna.

Speaking of the Festival, a very privileged few might have seen rather more of Jack Harkness than we're used to seeing, including his poor adoptive mother, the gracious but de-crowned Queen. She's been regaled today by Mr. Quayle with stories of his past, while across town, our emerald-coloured master of music regales the ducks with a very appropriate song, and Charlie Kawalsky visits Tex.

As the Festival winds down, word has it that the Queen-that-was has been talking with a shipwrecked sailor and the world's best therapist, and Callynanders have returned home to, um, be cute. But in the way you wouldn't tell your mother about.

Word about the dramatic events of Friday night continues to spread, as Angela catches Alanna up on the news of Angelus-who-is-now-Angel and the vampiric status of Drusilla, (and why didn't people already know that? Seriously, contact any one of the Sunnydale folks if you want a rundown on vampire lore and protection. Or maybe we should just hold a public seminar. And for goodness' sake, bring in your welcome mats, people!). *sigh* Also, Alanna? No killing, sweetie. That goes for the rest of you, too. There are non-violent solutions to our problems, so let's just all put our swords and whatever away and stop threatening each other, hm? Angel has found sanctuary with John Crichton, and Aeryn, Lee Adama and Marty have all dropped by John's room. Guys, if he's a pile of dust, we're going to have words.

Sorry. I got a little ranty there. Kudos to DEATH for stepping outside the box - DEATH was at the Fourth Sin tonight, getting some advice from Inara. Loving is better than fighting, folks, a lesson John Sheppard needs to learn. He's in the mainland hospital after a sword-fight gone wrong today, and I will refrain from hammering the point about non-violence any further home. You'll need a pass from the Dean if you'd like to visit, as Wesley, Lana, Paige and Rodney have already done. And on the subject of Paige, I have a note here that says she is, um, 'moving furniture' with Murphy. I'm... okay, I'm pretty sure that's a euphamism for something. Let's... let's just move right along, shall we?

In the category of 'Only In Fandom', rumour has it that a poorly disguised giraffe was seen on the streets of Fandom Town tonight, with a group of shifty-looking characters. I'd throw away the tip as a hoax, but... well, this is Fandom. So folks, if you are trying to smuggle a giraffe around, may I just remind you that a trenchcoat screams 'I'm hiding, notice me'? As does whistling innocently. Oh, gods, I hope the giraffe doesn't whistle.

Moving right along there, the fandom clinic is still stuffed to bursting, between Rory and Logan - and their hundred visitors. Between Callynanders and Vladdie, the cute in there ought to be enough to outweigh any emo, and my personal favourite lovers (well, other than myself and Shane, obviously) seem to be on the road to recovery. Guys, we love you both. Expect a lot more visitors in the next few days!

And for those of you worrying about Mr. Phale, I can assure you that he's okay now. I'm not giving you details - some things are private - but he should be up and on his feet again if you want to drop by tomorrow. *sings* And that's the power of love...

That's all for tonight, folks. Be good to one another!