when weblogs spill over into the big room, bad things happen.

So, yesterday I ran across a cute piece on the horror of blimps, right? It was funny, I laughed, I posted it, I didn’t think much more about it.

I didn’t think much more about it until sometime late last night, when my wife woke me, urgently mumbling something.

“What?” I said, not understanding.

“marble maumsdli hay hwa!” she said in a tone that brooked no opposition.

I admit, I wasn’t very awake, but that tone certainly got my attention. “One more time.”

“There’s a man in our room!” she finally managed to get out.

That, of course, was the cue for my entire adrenal system to go into overload, activating the reptillian part of my brain designed for fight or flight. Out of the bed I leapt, ready to do battle! Show yourself, coward! Seeing no enemy in the room, I rushed into the bathroom, then the closets, then off to do a room-to-room search of the house.

Whoever he was, he would *not* escape.

By the time I’d finished the top floor, I remembered that Merrystar wasn’t really awake, so I slowed down. I checked the house for signs of entry, and then returned to bed.

“I’m really sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay, dear,” I replied, still shaking from the endocrine rush. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay. I’m really sorry,” she mumbled, and went back to sleep.

I finally fell asleep thinking one must be careful what you post - you may end up reliving it soon thereafter. When your weblog spills over into the Big Room, bad things happen.