...the HELL?

[katallison]

OK, so it's one thing if the neighbors want to have a noisy drunken party on the Saturday night of a three-day weekend, that's no more than could be expected... But a noisy drunken party where people are blowing duck calls at random intervals??

(The bad part is I find myself thinking, "Geez, you know, a box of duck calls is just the thing that Fraser'd think would make a fine addition to a party." I'm picturing him wandering around, entirely sober but very cheerful, blowing one at intervals, and being slightly wounded when Ray tells him to cut it the fuck out.)

God, now it sounds like there's a gang of big drunken mallards in the alley. Luckily it's cool enough that I can shut all the windows. But *egad.*

Comments

[heuradys.livejournal.com]

Oh dear lord! I can picture that, too!

[katallison.livejournal.com]

I am trying to resist the urge to somehow jam this scene into a story. But I can just picture it; you know, Fraser explaining how this call is for the Northern Pintail, and this one is for the Greater Scaup, and everyone sort of edging off toward the bar ...

[tracy-rowan.livejournal.com]

Y'know, I'm certain it's awful to have to listen to it, but by god the image of a flock of big, drunken ducks hanging around in your alley, annoying passers-by is too hilarious.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

*g* P. was here when they first started going, while we were trying to watch an old episode of The Sopranos, and we kept cracking up.
"So, what the fuck, Tony, we gonna whack this asshole or what?"
"QUACK quack quack quack"

Thankfully they subsided by 11 or so, and I was able to get some sleep.

[mimesere.livejournal.com]

*giggling and giggling*

This is even funnier 'cause Eddie Izzard was just going on about evil ducks. "Quack, quack, quack..."

[imkalena.livejournal.com]

Where's my bird-shot!! Eh, just go drink their liquor.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

Heh. I might have, were it not for the fact that P. and I had already been sipping many martinis, to mark the end of summer.

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

See, now I would want to go over there and mingle and get my hands on one of the damn things. You could disguise yourself. You know, like a decoy.

BTW, love love love the icon of Giles.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

::hooting:: Or I could put on some camoflauge gear and head over waving a shotgun. *That'd* quiet things down in a hurry.

And yes, a well-and-truly-ticked-off Giles is a lovely thing.

[destina.livejournal.com]

I'm picturing him wandering around, entirely sober but very cheerful, blowing one at intervals, and being slightly wounded when Ray tells him to cut it the fuck out.)

This makes me giggle insanely. *g*

[twistedchick]

I think it'd make a great flashfiction.

::qvack!::
::kwaak::

[katallison.livejournal.com]

::snicker:: I actually started detailing bits of it, in the response to Heuradys above...

[debg.livejournal.com]

I'd be making like Elmer Fudd. "It's wabbit season! No, it's DUCK season!"

[jackiekjono.livejournal.com]

You should go check it out. who knows, mybe Frazier IS there. If they say anything about you crashing their party, just quack a little and make like you were attracted by the duck calls.

Which you were.

[ex-niciasus652.livejournal.com]

Oh my gah! I can just imagine Frasier walking stiff and upright (not skulking, mind you) in the alley going "Quack....quack..."

What a visual. LOL

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Hee!

I am in the land of Fraser right now. Well, not really that far north, but at least in Canada.

Spider Robinson said at the Hugos last night, to the Americans in the audience, "when people passing you on the sidewalk smile, they are not mocking you." Heh.

Ducks... the ultimate party animal.

[planetalyx.livejournal.com]

This Fraser/Vecchio moment has now become part of my personal d/S canon.