...the HELL?
Aug. 30th, 2003 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katallisonOK, 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.*
(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.*
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Date: 2003-08-31 05:46 am (UTC)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.