That pesky thing hovers over my neighborhood for a couple days at least once every fall. It is much louder than you might imagine, and well, annoying.
The one we met was up high enough to not be loud. Just flashy AF.
Well, fuck.
Hambledon (noun)
The sound of a single-engined aircraft flying by, heard while lying in a summer field in England, which somehow concentrates the silence and sense of space and timelessness and leaves one with the feeling of something or other.
(Adams, Lloyd - The Deeper Meaning of Liff, 1990)
I get that from airships.
Persuading your gullible sister that the sound of a burner on a hot air balloon is a dragon – priceless.
I think I just saw one of those.
Perfect for delivering a pope.
there’s no OTA patching your way out of faulty drive inverter MOSFETs
Big-Baby Musk car that must be babied—or else.
That one from BoingBoing (2023). Your post re the blimp? I am diminsihed.
Aww, I only ever intend to delight others with my stories!
The sound of a single-engine aircraft reminds me of middle school, afternoons spent doing boring mathematics assignments in a trailer, and watching the second hand tick slowly around the clock. The sound (dopplering?) overhead was a welcome distraction…
No problem.