It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

[in_the_blue]

I stole this from the eloquent and multitalented awelkin, and no... I'm not sure what happened to #6. It came to me this way.

1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Poncho Ladd. (Can I be a cowboy porn star?)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite candy)
Diana Toffee. (How dull.)

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
G-Jac (Take that, J-Lo.)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school)
Coyote Staples. (I sound like an office supply warehouse for the zoo.)

5. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME: (name of dad/mom, cell phone Company you use):
Sherman Sprint (It's a race to the finish.)

7. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (daily prescription medicine, make of car)
B-12 ML30 (But I don't take any prescription meds, C.)

8. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on):
Arlie Bear Paw (OK, I am clearly meant to be Navajo?)

9. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (first word you see on your left, favorite restaurant)
Decaf Typhoon (Buy my clothes in a relaxed fashion)

10. YOUR KUNG FU NAME: (favorite animal, favorite mineral)
Tiger Topaz (now see, we already had the favorite animal thing, but... they're all wonderful)

I have to tell you my Ducks at Starbucks story.

Today, I stopped at Starbucks for a latte because hey, it's the Northwest and that's what we do when it's raining or not, and as I pulled up to the place, there were three ducks waiting patiently at the front door. Mallards, to be precise: one male and two females. They were literally just standing there looking through the front door of Starbucks. When the door opened, they'd squawk and get out of the way, and when the door closed they'd come back and stand there, quacking quietly beneath their beaks, I suppose. Do ducks quack quietly beneath their breath? I don't know. Anyway, they really did have this wtf, how about us? expression on their little mallardy faces, so when I bought my coffee I also bought a bagel and shared it with them outside. I really wish I'd had my camera with me because it was about the cutest damn thing I've seen in a long, long time. They were very sweet little ducks, too, and hardly fought at all over the stuff I gave them.

Disclaimer: in wintertime, I wouldn't normally feed them bread products. What happens with birds is that they fill up on the low-nutrition stuff and they can literally starve to death over it. However, despite temps in the 40s, it's been springlike here and I know they were just visiting from the pond at the local golf course, so they should be just fine. If I'd been a little less rushed, I would have gone to the pet shop a block away and got them some cracked corn, but hey. They'll survive without it.

They didn't even try to nibble my hands too badly or anything. I once had a duck climb up my leg to get at my sandwich. That was a long time ago, back in Massachusetts when I was doing time there. I think that was about the most aggressive duck I'd ever met. Now geese are a different story: they're all really aggressive and while they don't have teeth, they do have sharp ridges inside their bills. These little mallards? Piece of cake.

When I'd shared some of my food with them, they moved away from the door, curled up, and rested. I felt so Disneyfied.

Comments

[awelkin.livejournal.com]

I love the Cranberries, and Tiger Topaz as a name. :)

Catherine

[h311ybean]

LOL! Those ducks were so cute :D

[ravensnape.livejournal.com]

Before the tourist take over the island making it too crowded to enjoy the park, I will eat my lunch there, often reading or just watching the horses and drays go by. I learned the hard way to not leave my lunch out in the open, this includes leaving it in my hands. The sea gulls are so nasty and vile that they will tag team you. One is sent in to distract while the partner in crime steals your lunch. I've had them take a sandwich out of my hand as it was on its way to my mouth. It is funny watching them steal the ice cream off the cones of the tourists, though. *Snirk*