I met Scott in person at the DC Vinemeet earlier this year. He lives only about a half-hour away from me, so today, we met at the Blue Moon Cafe in Shepherdstown, WV, for lunch. Awesome little place - outdoor seating with the Town Run (calling it a babbling brook seems a little overdone, but calling it a stream is not giving it enough credit) running over rocks and right through the middle of the outdoor seating area. The sound of the water alone makes it a great place to sit and chill. The outdoor seating area is all stone and wood, with lots of plants mixed in. Friendly locals and tourists popping in ... great food, great ambiance, and no rushed service.
Another thing I love about this cafe is the animals. One guy, who works down the road restoring old cars, shows up on a daily basis with his dog, Berkely, and his red parrot, Liberty. Berkely lies down under the table; Liberty picks at his food from his plate, sometimes hops onto other tables, and then hops up onto the arbor or one of the trees, and is content to check everything out until it's time to go home. This guy just brought in a new dog, Mercedes, today .. yet I can't remember his name, just those of his pets (oops). Other dogs wander in and out; the only rule seems to be that they have to be socialized to people, cats, and dogs.
Two cats are also regulars; one calico-looking stray (at least I assume so, based on its notched ear and lack of a collar) and one black cat with a collar. They wind around your feet while you're eating, and are gracious enough to let you pet them.
So, I've been going to this place every week or so for lunch when I work at home. I have a wireless aircard so I can work there (as Scott found out to his dismay, their free wifi doesn't work outside). I thought I had seen it all, appreciated everything that could be appreciated there. Dogs, cats, parrots, nice people - what more do you need?
Then ...there was the duck. THE DUCK. While Scott and I were there, a friendly duck started wandering around. One of the other customers told us that the duck followed a few people up when they walked from the Potomac River to the Blue Moon; that makes sense to me, since the river's pretty close. This duck hung around our table for a long time, and quacked softly to Scott. Bonding occurred.
I don't know what the duck's name is. I tried to feed it a crust from my quiche - Scott offered it a potato chip - but what this duck really wanted was Scott's shoes and pants. He/she spent at least a minute pecking Scott's pants and shoes. This duck just loved Scott - and obviously only showed up because he knew Scott was meeting me there for lunch, to help show off the cafe and make me look good for suggesting it. Nobody has seen the duck before. If I don't see it again, I will know for sure that it only came to greet Scott.
So now you know something new about Scott - ducks like him, or at least this one particular duck does.
I think the duck was first checking my computer laptop bag for hidden birdseed and then was either trying to eat my shoes and/or had a foot bondage. Either way it tickled.
ducks and I go way back. At an earlier virtual community someone mentioned a devil duckie and I loved it and soon I was sent at least 20 various devil duckies and posed with them in and out of water. Eventually there was some duck intervention to prevent me from truly quacking up.
Yes I just went there.
Can I email you a duck photo or two for you to add as photos for this article? I'll email them to both addresses
The funny thing is pre-meet pre-duck I thought, "I should bring a camera and/or email her to bring it" but then I thought, who's going to want to see photos of a vinmeet that small?
It was like a premonition, some kind of fowlsight
Did you get the emailed photo?
Ever heard the expression, "Being nibbled to death by ducks."
It means being besieged by enough small harmless details that you're overwhelmed. Even ducks can kill if there's enough of them, so be thankful it was just the one!
means being besieged by enough small harmless details that you're overwhelmed
That used to happen when I'd cover events where I had no idea wtf anyone was talking about
The "being nibbled to death by ducks" metaphor is more about being pestered by active agents (the ducks) coming at you from all sides. What you're describing seems more like me in most meetings where my hearing loss puts me in the position of sitting there watching people's lips move.
And good example of the Ducks is how some days my "garu" aspect is on tap all day at work. Sometimes I have multiple IM conversations going, a constant flow of emails to address, and people lined up outside my cube.
Each one alone is just a little duck, easily handled. Being "attacked" by them all day without a break is "being nibbled to death by ducks."
LMAO.
Scoop. You have become my constant companion in the hilarity of life. Even ducks like this guy.
And...Katrix? More.
Ian Walter. I agree. Scott always manages to make me chuckle.
Thanks for the compliments. I used to be even more wacky but am a bit more restrained these days.
My attitude is the reader won't have fun reading you unless you're having fun writing it. Which reminds me I need to go write up my fun fiction piece for the day, a little story about how a man went from being the most annoying man ever to being a gold medal-winning athlete.
Katrix! More of your writing! I love it!
Indeed, it's not just the subject matter - it's also the author of this piece that makes it great. Write more.
This felt loose, relaxed and unrestrained and was better because of it.
You wouldn't be the first nor the last to write better when under the influence and if that's what works then write more after a few more drinks
personally after reading about how burroughs and others wrote better drunk or high i tried it and typed something like this:
jesodjmeodmmewdseqw
which I'm sure would have been @!$%#ing brilliant had I hit the right keys.
off to go change my icon per your advice
Infinitely many infinite times, Scott...
Infinitely many infinite times, Scott...
that's how many times you tried typing while drunk or high?
Monkeys producing Shakespeare... but yours is far more interesting.
was going through some old fiction and found this which I thought you would appreciate:
Joe Duck was getting mad. That damn human was walking awfully
close to him and his new kids.
"Get away, you!" he hissed.
The human stepped back.
"I'm telling ya! he hissed again.
The human moved farther away and than began departing.
He began to relax and dine on some fine grass with his wife, Jill, when he heard the screaming!
It was the man! HE was coming along the path! He was going to
take his kids, he just knew it!
Joe jumped up and rushed the man, screaming, "Don't do it! Please,
take me instead!
Scared, he assumed, the man moved away and passed.
"Now that was a close one," Joe said to himself. His wife looked on, disapprovingly. he was always so nervous.
She suggested they return for a swim in the lake, away from those pesky humans for a while.
Life in a park is no picnic when you wonder if your life will also end in a park.
Katrixx, sorry for the short notice but are you interested in meeting up tomorrow (Sunday) at the same place (Blue Moon Cafe?
A friend is singing there. The show is at 7 p.m. Details here at calendar.
When are you going to write more?
It's not the quantity of people asking -it's the quality. I'm in awe of Ian.
So I just got a job and I thought you'd appreciate this:
The nieces presented me with a flashing (no, not like that you dirty minded folks) rubber ducky that they spotted at target. They've been keeping it a secret to give me when i got a job. They know me so well.
Now I know why a few weeks ago one said they had a secret and the other said they didn't and one said "we have another duck" and the other said "no we don't."
I successfully repressed that memory for several weeks
Yes i just read your piece - I was laughing and loving it and didnt notice at first it was by and then said "ah, of course."
Here's my life update
katrix, thanks for the article. Somehow I missed it a year ago. I would like to say it is not only ducks who like Scott Butki. I was not doing my best physically while at the DC meet and Scott became the one who checked on me and kept me going. I will always remember him for his simple acts of courtesy and caring for an old man.
oldfogey, thanks for the compliment
and if you're ever in texas...
meanwhile..
I saw this product at a CVS tonite and the duck lover in me is appalled.
(post at facebook and at the duck topics)
I can imagine a confirmation hearing:
"We are almost ready to apppoint you supreme court justice, mr. scoot is it?, but first explain to us about your fowl fetish and your obsession with email spam about your genitals? Wait, sir, why are you whimpering 'i know this would happen!"
Incidentally, my sister noted that she googled Austin poetry slam and learned to her amusement that it's happening at, of course, a place called, The Scoot Inn. I may have to go just to take a photo of the sign.
The Scoot Inn
Typo by the sign maker? LOL
That must be it.
Today I checked out the coolest toy store he had ever seen. It had a whole "to die for" section of rubber duckies...
But let me back up...
I had a photo of this store, Toy Joy, as part of the latest writing exercise in which you have to connect all the new austin sign photos and people assumed, wrongly, it was "adult toys" and i'm not sure if that reflected more badly on them or me. Anyway today I decided to investigate...
Not only is this a store for kids of all ages (in other ways not adult toys) but it has some of the best games and toys for kids I have ever seen.
With funny messages too. Next to a box for harmonicas was this message: "Feeling blue? Stop getting therapy and buy a harmonica."
I only bought two things. I've been wanting some stress ball type thing that I can squeeze at work and I find one of those that is the globe (so I can then annoy everyone by humming "I've got the whole world in my hands" all day long at work
Then i bought a rubber ball that has a mermaid in it. Why?
Because there was a note attached that said, and I copied this down, "Real mermaids trapped and kept in captivity for your enjoyment." Well, I thought that sounded fishy but I bought it.
That's when I saw they had a whole rubber ducky section - include a devil ducky that's the size of a football - and I decided it was time to leave or else I'd buy up the whole section.
Oh and the marquee outside said "eggciting buys" (get it?) and there's a store across the street called Vulcan video.
Scott, you have me rolling. I'm so glad I know you.
k, i told g that i am the duck whisperer and pointed her to this piece.
bring a photo of me with you and that should do the trick
At a white elephant party last week I was randomly picked to receive a ceramic yellow duck that also serves as a bank. Cute and perfect for me - the odds of me getting that quack me up as the teen at that church event dont know i'm into this.
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