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Aug. 15th, 2003 12:42 pmI am so terribly glad the power didn't go out here. As much as I dislike the people of my midwestern metropolis, we generally luck out on most major catastropies.
And as much as I like to think of myself as fairly urban, I really, really freak out when the power goes off up here. There is no place to go, everything is dark, and people are scary. The last long-term (i.e. two days, woebetide) outage we had I practically lived at work because I didn't want to go home to an unsecured area. I know, I know. But the unease settles over me almost immediately - the sounds get louder - and I start to think of how many people there are around me, and all these strange scenarios float through my mind.
Back home, you could just light a fire in the trash barrel/fire pit/barbeque grill, have dinner, hang out on the back porch until you got tired, then head in for some rest. No water (electric pump on the well), but if you needed a shower, you could pull in water from a neighbor's pool and wash up with that. And best of all, you didn't have to worry about the cops or curfews or idiots trying to get into your house in the midst of the blackout. You could keep your gun next to the bed. I know, you don't have to point out my rampant paranoia. It's gotten better since moving into the city proper - people here talk to you, unlike the suburbs where folks will blatantly ignore your attempts at friendliness or focus on the wrong thing.
( A little aside on suburbanites completely missing the boat )
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queerasjohn's fault, he and his nasty band of gays! It's true, the KFCs say so! With just a flick of his glittery purple wand, *poof* all the lights go out. *snerk* Leave it to the Crispies to think up a good reason for the blackouts.
And as much as I like to think of myself as fairly urban, I really, really freak out when the power goes off up here. There is no place to go, everything is dark, and people are scary. The last long-term (i.e. two days, woebetide) outage we had I practically lived at work because I didn't want to go home to an unsecured area. I know, I know. But the unease settles over me almost immediately - the sounds get louder - and I start to think of how many people there are around me, and all these strange scenarios float through my mind.
Back home, you could just light a fire in the trash barrel/fire pit/barbeque grill, have dinner, hang out on the back porch until you got tired, then head in for some rest. No water (electric pump on the well), but if you needed a shower, you could pull in water from a neighbor's pool and wash up with that. And best of all, you didn't have to worry about the cops or curfews or idiots trying to get into your house in the midst of the blackout. You could keep your gun next to the bed. I know, you don't have to point out my rampant paranoia. It's gotten better since moving into the city proper - people here talk to you, unlike the suburbs where folks will blatantly ignore your attempts at friendliness or focus on the wrong thing.
( A little aside on suburbanites completely missing the boat )
But you know, this is all
queerasjohn's fault, he and his nasty band of gays! It's true, the KFCs say so! With just a flick of his glittery purple wand, *poof* all the lights go out. *snerk* Leave it to the Crispies to think up a good reason for the blackouts.