Last week while traveling I stopped at a Zany Brainy store and saw that they had a blimp for sale. It's called Airship Earth, and it's a great big balloon with a map of the Earth on it, and two propellers hanging from the bottom. You blow up the balloon with helium, put batteries in it, and you have a radio controled indoor blimp.
I'd seen these things for sale in Sharper Image catalogs for $60-$75. At Zany Brainy it was on clearance for $15. What a deal!
Last night my wife was playing tennis and it was just my daughter and I at home. I bought a small helium tank from a party store, and last night we put the blimp together.
Let me tell you, it's quite a blimp. It's huge. The balloon has like a 3 ft diameter.
We blew it up with the tank, attached the gondola with the propellers, and put in batteries.
Then we balanced the blimp for neutral buoyancy with this putty that came with it, so it hangs in the air by itself neither rising nor falling.
It was easy and fun, and then I blew up another balloon and made Mickey Mouse helium voices for my daughter.
My three year old girl loved it. We flew the blimp all over the house, terrorized the dog, attacked the fish tank, and the controls were so easy my daughter could fly.
Let's face it, blimps are fun.
Alas, the fun had to end and my daughter had to go to sleep. I left the blimp floating in my office downstairs, my wife came home, and we went to bed, and slept the sleep of the righteous.
At this point it is important to know that my house has central heating. I have it configured to blow hot air out on the ground floor and take it in at the second floor to take advantage of the fact that heat rises.
The blimp which was up until this moment a fun toy here embarked on a career of evil. Using the artificial convection of my central heating, the blimp stealthily departed my office. It moved silently through the living and drifted to the staircase. Gliding wraithlike over the staircase it then entered the bedroom where my wife and I lay sleeping peacefully.
Running silently, and gliding six feet or so above the ground on invisible and tiny air currents it approached the bed.
In spite of it's noiseless passage, or perhaps because of it, I awoke. That doesn't really say it properly. Let me try again.
I awoke, the way you awake at 2:00 AM when your sleeping senses suddenly tell you without reason that the forces of evil are converging on you.
That still doesn't do it. Let me try one more time.
I awoke the way you awake when you suddenly know that there is a large levitating sinister presence hovering towards you with menacing intent through the malignant darkness.
Now sometimes I do wake up in the middle of the night thinking that there are large sinister and menacing things floating out of the darkness to do me and mine evil. Usually I open my eyes, look and listen carefully, decide it was a false alarm, and go back to sleep.
So, the fact that I awoke in such a manner was not all that unusual.
On this occasion I awoke to the sense that there was a large menacing presence approaching me silently out of the gloom, so I opened my eyes, and there it was! A LARGE SILENT MENACING PRESENCE WAS APPROACHING ME OUT OF THE GLOOM, AND IT COULD FLY!!!
Somewhere in the control room of my mind a fat little dwarf in a security outfit was paging through a Penthouse while smoking a cigar with his feet up on the table, watching the security monitors of my brain with his peripheral vision. Suddenly he saw the LARGE SILENT SINISTER MENACING FLOATING PRESENCE coming at me, and he pulled every panic switch and hit every alarm that my body has. A full decade's allotment of adrenaline was dumped into my bloodstream all at once. My metabolism went from "restful sleep mode" to HOLY S**T! FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE OR DIE!!!! mode" in a nanosecond. My heart went from twenty something beats per minute to about 240 even faster.
I always knew this was going to happen. I always knew that skepticism and science were mere psychological decorations and vanities.
Deep in our alligator brains we all know that the world is just chock full of evil and monsters and sinister forces aligned against us, and it is only a matter of time until they show up. Evolution knows this, too. It knows what to do when the silent terror comes at you from out of the dark.
When 50 million years worth of evolutionary survival instinct hits you all at once flat in the gut at 200 mph it is not a pleasant sensation.
Without volition I screamed my battle cry (which is indistinguishable to the sound a little girl makes when you drop a spider down her dress (not that I'd know what that sounds like,) and leapt out of bed in my underwear.
I struck the approaching menace with all my strength and almost fell over at the total lack of resistance that a helium balloon offers when you punch the living metric out of it with all the strength that sudden middle of the night terror produces.
It's trajectory took it straight into the ceiling fan which whipped it about the room at terrifying velocity.
Seeking a weapon, I ripped the alarm clock out of its plug and hurled it at the now High Velocity Menacing presence (breaking the clock and putting a nice hole in the wall.)
Somehow at this moment I suddenly realized that I was fighting the blimp, and not a monster. It might have been funny if I didn't truly and actually feel like I was having a legitimate heart-attack.
On quivering legs I went to the bathroom and literally gagged into the toilet while shaking uncontrollably with the shock of the reaction I'd had.
Unbelievably, both my wife and daughter had completely slept through the incident. When I decided that I wasn't having a heart attack after all I went back into the bedroom and found the blimp which had somehow survived the incident.
I took it to the walk in closet and released it inside where it floated around with the air currents released from the vents in there.
I closed the door, thus sealing it in, and went back to bed. About 500 years later I fell asleep.
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At about 7 am my wife awoke. She had been playing tennis and wasn't aware that we had assembled the blimp the previous evening, and that it was now floating around the walk-in closet that she approached.
The dynamic between the existing air currents of the closet and the suction caused by opening the door was just enough to give the blimp the appearance of an Evil Sinister Menace flying straight towards her.
This time the blimp did not survive the encounter, nor almost, did I, as I had to explain to my very angry spouse what motivated me to hide an evil lurking presence in the closet for her to find at 7 am.
I can order replacement balloons on the internet but I don't think I will.
That's great, how funny for us and scary for you!!
I didn't know they still had Zany Brainy stores, ours went out of business awhile ago, :(
I don't describe this nearly as well as my former coworker described, we all laughed a lot when he shared this experience: Awhile ago, a somewhat similar thing happened to one of my former male coworkers, a kind and totally professional business man/ former Army type. His young son was about 2 and a HUGE Dora the Explorer balloon that sneakingly migrated to their stairwell. One day my coworker was playing w/his son in his son's room (as I recall). His son's room was near the stairwell. Then out of my coworker's peripheral vision, he thought someone (AKA the Dora Balloon which had a big Dora face and which looked 6 feet tall) was slowly ascending their stairs to harm them! This coworker thought this was a bad person in their house! So he had screamed, grabbed his son and only then realized it was the Dora balloon.
I had no idea balloon terror stories were so common! Here's mine:
We brought my mom a big mylar 'get well' balloon when she was recovering in the hospital. That night, the air currents in the hospital carried it out of her room, down the hall, and into the psych ward. Specifically, into the room of a lady who had just had some sort of brain operation. Apparently she started screaming about flying saucers.
LM
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Ok, it's not a balloon story, but I get freaked out by lifesized cutout posters of people. Years ago there was one of Bill Cosby in Service Merchandise. I flipped out every darned time I went by it thinking it was a real person and then realizing it wasn't. I think I may have even said, "Excuse me," once as I went around it. Mostly, it was just an out-of-the-corner-of-my-eye type phenomenon.
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That reminds me. I used to see Seasame Street characters in my room at night when I was a toddler. I still remember seeing the Count this one time. Definitely a low light shifting shadows thing, but I remember it as real.
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
Ok, it's not a balloon story, but I get freaked out by lifesized cutout posters of people. Years ago there was one of Bill Cosby in Service Merchandise. I flipped out every darned time I went by it thinking it was a real person and then realizing it wasn't. I think I may have even said, "Excuse me," once as I went around it. Mostly, it was just an out-of-the-corner-of-my-eye type phenomenon.
So do you freak out everytime you watch Three Men and a Baby?
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beefche wrote: So do you freak out everytime you watch Three Men and a Baby?
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
Whew. I'm not actually losing my mind and forgetting things. Don't think I ever knew that one.
-- Edited by hiccups at 11:46, 2008-06-24
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The Shadow People.
