October 26th, 2006
|01:15 pm - "Have at it, kids! We don't have to pay the taxes on this place!"|
There are glow-in-the-dark handprints on the ceiling of my bedroom! I had no idea!
It's really weird. I got up in the middle of the night to um, take care of something that needed taking care of,* and I turned on the overhead light. Now, usually when I
go to the bathroom take care of stuff in the middle of the night, I don't bother with the lights in my bedroom. If I'm worried about, say, driving my heel through the screen of my PDA, I'll turn on the light on my bedside table. Last night, however, it was the overhead light. I don't know why, either.
With my bladder evacuated and my hands washed, I returned to my bedroom, turned out the light, got into bed, and noticed handprints all over the ceiling.
Now, I've been living here for fourteen and a half months. You'd think that I would have noticed the handprints sometime last August. I didn't, though, and I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes every time I go to bed. Perplexing.
I remembered the experience when I got up this morning. It was still dark, and I thought I might possibly have dreamed it (not likely, but how could I have been here more than a year without noticing?), so I flicked the light on for a few minutes, and then back off. The handprints are still there. They're child-size, so I imagine somebody was doing a decorative art project with one of their kids, and the landlord never noticed.
Anyway, how did I not notice the handprints for an entire year? It must have been the lightbulbs. I'd been using the same two incandescent bulbs since we moved in, and I just last week replaced them with a couple of energy-saving florescent ones. The paint must respond to the florescent lights but not to standard tungsten bulbs. Or maybe they do, but my eyes don't pick it up. Whatever. I've never noticed it before because later in the evening I always rely on my bedside lamp which doesn't have a florescent bulb. The first time I've had those bulbs on and looked at the ceiling afterward must have been last night.
Either that or my roommates are messing with me.
* Like most people, I sometimes get embarrassed talking about uh, well, you know.
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Marilyn Manson -- This is Halloween
*sigh* Silly Colin. I thought you knew about that possessed child that once lived in your place?
|Date:||October 26th, 2006 08:08 pm (UTC)|| |
When I was taking trombone lessons from Mike Wengler (of the Little Blue Crunchy Things), there was a giant mass (like 2 feet across) of what I assume was Blu-Tac stuck in the middle of the ceiling of his room. I made it most of the way through my first lesson before breaking down and asking him what the hell was up with the strange mass hanging directly above us. His response was along the lines of "I don't know, it was here when I moved in, and damned if I'm gonna be the one to do something about it."
I guess what I'm trying to say is that your creepy-shit-on-the-ceiling situation could be worse.
And you still live with Ribs and RJ, right? I doubt either of them would be able to get a small child to participate in a practical joke without a van and large amounts of candy being involved.
Well, RJ does drive a van these days...
|Date:||October 26th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)|| |
Yeah, but it's damn hard to lure the kids in when all you have to offer them is bottled oxygen.
Yeah? Try some bottled oxygen and tell me that.
|Date:||October 26th, 2006 09:39 pm (UTC)|| |
The first one ran away screaming, the second had his tongue frozen and then shattered by the liquid oxygen.
I am totally sticking to Tootsie Rolls and Mickey Finns for my future child kidnapping needs.
* im never embarestd about scratching my elbow, ya big babby
wow, that would totally mess wit me, making me not able to sleep, fearing that (even though I don't believe in such things) a ghost was present.
You should totally believe in ghosts, because...
...THERE'S ONE BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW!!!