[OT] O_O

[James Bond, terrified]

So, my dad's girlfriend (and we are *not* going to get into that) gives him one of those helium baloons with a devil picture on it for Valentines day. Its one of those foil ones so they last forever.
Well, the thing just floated down the hall, with a complete absence of draft, and went into my dad's room. And it revolved to face him.
I sware to you by fucking god, the fucking thing is hovering in place and fucking staring at him.
If I am to die, please alert the media. ;-)

[James Bond]

Right now, its sitting on his bed. Its still looking at him. My dad is very blazae about the whole thing. I'm like "well, I'm certainly glad *you* find it so amusing..." and he says "Well come on, its only a baloon." And I'm sitting here, and I'm like "........................" for like fifteen seconds.

[James Bond]

It appears to be floating partway down the hall, then floating back into Dad's room.
Does anyone have some exsorsism equipment on hand?

[auricg@chrysanthieum.org]

It appears to be floating partway down the hall, then floating back into Dad's room.
Does anyone have some exsorsism equipment on hand?

oh hey james

try a pin or a match

that sometimes works for me

i expect you to die though lol j/k


auric g.

[Angry Stewart Payne]

Pop the balloon! Pop it while you still can!

And then if you need something else to pop, go give the girlfriend there a NARMEAN NARMEAN A WINK'S AS GOOD AS A NOD TO A BLIND BAT.

[James Bond]

Right. I pop it. Or I burn it. And then, come Tuesday, I have this strange yet horrible "accident" and wind up dead. No thank you, sir.

[Dishbringer]

Can you at all capture this balloon?

If the Iraqis have shown us anything, it's that you can't experiment on sexy blondes. You can, though, experiment on foul demonic helium-filled balloons. FOR SCIENCE, JAMES!

[James Bond]

My dad, who is still being very blazae, decided it would be "a good idea" if I "faced my fears". So, he brought the fucking thing out of the room and dangled it in front of me for a full ten seconds. Then he let it go. The thing's currently hovering about half a foot above the ground in the corner that I am least likely to use. So, I'm okay with that. But *still*...

[James Bond]

Well, overnight the goddamn thing has *somehow* managed to float all the way over from the far corner of the room and is resting on the arm of the couch, which is about in the middle of the room, grinning cockilly at me as I type this, with its little horns poised above its head and its maw-filled mouth open and gouging at my soul...
...Shit, I've been up too long.