Totally unrelated but slightly amusing anecdote involving a helium ballon:
Last year I was given a mylar helium ballon at my birthday party. It floated in the corner of the living room for a few months; as the helium sloooowly escaped, it settled lower and lower until it finally rested on the carpet, drooping and sad-looking like a post-coital condom-encased p… well anyways, it wasn’t quite so perky anymore.
My wife said, “Are you going to throw that balloon away?”
I replied, “Yeah, of course!”
A week or so went by, and I didn’t throw the balloon away. I was busy watching TV and stuff.
I returned home one eve, tired after a hard day of… erm… whatever it was I was doing that day (unemployed at the time). Astrogirl was already home, and puttering about. I sat on the couch with a cool drink, and turned on the TV.
Suddenly, Astrogirl audibly gasped, and eyes wide, pointed into the corner of the room. “Look!”
I looked.
And I looked again, brain sputtering.
The balloon, which had of late been fluttering about the floor over in the corner, was now, despite being emaciated and devoid of bouyancy, pressed firmly against the ceiling! :eek:
“How it can do that??” my wife asked in English broken by her puzzled state, “It was EMPTY!”
I babbled. I blustered. I looked at my wife, and the confused yet trusting gleam in her eye challenged me to provide an explanation, and be quick about it!
Think, Mr. Science-explains-everything guy! C’mon, Logic Boy… Mr. Know-it-all!! There HAD to be some scientific explanation for this oddity… not something obvious, obviously, but rather some esoteric atmospheric anomaly. I dared not ponder a Nobel Prize for discovering the explanation; perhaps a cover story in Scientific American…
THINK dammit!
“Ba, I… duh… maybe the air pressu… no… the temperature! No. Ummmmmmm… It, when… the buh… errrrrr…” I stuttered.
At this point, my wife collapsed to the floor, holding her cute little belly in laughter.
It was only a few seconds later that I discovered the scotch tape holding the balloon to the ceiling.
Note to self: Wife is smarter than me. And evil! Take heed…