The only bad thing about the power going off yesterday was that I was in the middle of watching a bad porn video when it happened, and then when everything shut down, I couldn't get the video out of the VCR, so the porn was stuck in there. And I live with my mom. Yeah, that was a little embarrassing.Other than that, I really enjoyed it. My mom and I got along better than usual, and we played a bit of checkers by candlelight. Then our neighbours invited us and other people on our street over for barbequed food, since nobody's stoves, ovens or microwaves were working. We all sat outside and talked, and it was the first time I'd really got a chance to properly meet any of our neighbours. The ones who were there were all quite nice. The food was good. Then suddenly we looked up and noticed the night sky ... billions of fucking stars. Milky way. Everything. You never see that in Toronto, or even in the suburbs. It was cool.
Without TV and electricity and whatnot, people actually start talking to each other. Not only that, but you realize that as long as you have windows, you don't actually need your lights on during the day .. certainly not in the summer. Can you imagine how much fucking energy we'd save if everyone kept their lights off during daylight? Also, you start to appreciate fire. Candles don't use up electricity, and you can read at night by candlelight. It was kind of fun; I think I might start doing that from now on.
The power came back on in my house sometime between 3 and 4 AM, and the sound of it coming back on actually woke me up. I never realized how noisy a house can be until the noise was suddenly gone.
Our gay neighbours (the ones who invited us over) were talking about their idea for a new reality show. It would be called Subway Makeover. Because "the subway is just filled with ugly, horribly dressed people". We live in East Toronto, so the plan was that they'd find someone to make over by the time they got to Woodbine station, and see if they could get them looking passable by the time they got to Yonge and Bloor. Now, this may sound catty, but honestly, if you've been on a Toronto subway, you know what I'm talking about. How many times have you actually felt compelled to count the moles on the face and neck of the man sitting three seats down from you, or spotted a woman wearing bulky Mickey Mouse-printed socks with high heels? It happens more than it should.
Well, I'm off. No logging onto MSN and waiting for someone to talk to me. No playing the same Monkey Island game I've already finished four or five times. I'm going to clean up, organize, play with the rats, and do whatever else needs to be done.
Bye.
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