Confessions of a She-Geek

February 28, 2009

Hold Me Closer, Scary Dancer?

Silly Things That Scare Me a Bit.

Giant flailing balloon people

I know rationally they’re inanimate objects. They’re made of fabric. Their spastic motions are due to air currents, not malicious intent. Giant balloon people are not on the verge of attack.

But somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind a tiny voice keeps insisting that a large figure plus erratic movements equals Danger, Will Robinson!

Wind dancer waving arms menacingly

Seriously - this doesn't freak you out just the tiniest bit?

Flying monkeys from The Wizard of Oz

These blue meanies pick on kids and dogs. They even hang out with an evil WITCH, for cryin’ out loud!

Plus, no matter what’s happening, they hop about with these weird smiles frozen on their faces.

And they’re dressed like bellhops. Bellhops. It’s just not right, I tell you!

Winged monkeys should NOT dress like bellhops!

Winged monkeys should NOT dress like bellhops!

Trees filled with birds

Thank you so much, Alfred Hitchcock.

As if I didn’t have enough to worry about with the giant balloon people and flying monkeys, I also feel an urge to avoid anyplace where a large number of birds have congregated.

Why, you ask? Because you never can tell if this is the day avians around the world decide to launch a coordinated attack.

Being dive-bombed by crows CAN'T be fun.

Being dive-bombed by crows CAN'T be fun.

Underground tunnels

Especially dimly-lit ones, because a giant lizard monster that’s missing some of its eggs just might be lying in wait to exact revenge.

Not that I’d steal giant lizard eggs, mind you, but a subterranian creature lurking in the darkness might not know that.

I blame Kolchak: The Night Stalker. What were my parents thinking, letting an 8-year-old watch late night reruns during summer vacation?!

Can't be too careful underground.

Can't be too careful underground.

Being attacked by lake sharks

DAA-dum. DAA-dum. DUNdunDUNdunDUNdunDUNdun…

Great white shark

It always happens when you least expect it...

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