The Nights The Lights Went Out In La Crosse
Friday night the apartment was empty except for me and Turtledove, our cat. I was watching House and doing whatever on the computer when the power suddenly dies. I went out on the porch to see if it was just my house, but the street seemed quite a bit darker than usual so I went outside to check it out. Sure enough all the neighboring places were in the same state as I was, with everyone stumbling outside with flashlights checking to see if it was just them. In fact everyone I talked to said the same thing: "We thought it was just us!"
I have to admit, though, this is what went through my mind as I went downstairs with my cell phone light to guide me: How cool would it be if this was something like Cloverfield? And that's when I realized that action movies have completely ruined my sense of self-preservation and reality, because I found that I was actually a little disappointed not to see things flying through the sky and mass chaos outside. It also explains why every time I'm in an elevator, I wonder if there really is an escape hatch up there.
But as it turns out it was just a small problem, although it knocked the power out for over 2000 people for about an hour. As it turns out, my street was the border--my side was dark, the other had power. So I went to Merril's place. They were on the light side.
That just about sums up the excitement of the past month I haven't been blogging. Alas, life is not like the movies. There was not a monster attack on the city. My programming assignments will not be useful in decrpyting terrorist messages. And even though we've had more snowfall than I can remember getting in the past decade, we're still not even close to Day After Tomorrow levels.
Okay, so I'm not -really- upset about any of these things. But I would definitely have more interesing things to tell you about, the Internet.
1 Comments:
You know, they say that if "The Day After Tomorrow" scenario did happen, that everything above Kansas would be an arctic wasteland. Well, anyway this is Amanda (as in the Amanda that asks you to do it all the time (but not some often as of late)), so alas, I'm not some random stalker person who reads your life stories. Also, I didn't know you had a cat, now I must come visit it, I love kitties.
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