Benjamin Franklin + 250 Years = 4 guys staring at a blank screen for 4 hours
Something beyond the realm of my understanding as a modern guy happened last Sunday. My buddies were in front of a big tv playing some game that at one point involved shooting civilians (ie were were fed up with failing a particular mission constantly). All of a sudden we found a classic video game “Easter Egg” and our soldiers were pulled into a black hole. After a few minutes of waiting for Hawking’s evaporation theory to kick in an send our soldiers back to the waiting angry civilian mob we realised that something larger was at play now. We realised the fish were changing colour from lack of fresh water and were trying to spell SOS with their breath on the glass. We looked at each other and realised we have been ‘had’ by Synergy, either that or some deity tripped over some extension cord and upon following the cord and realising where it went could only but “Oops and hope everyone in the world blinked at the same time. According to Synergy Guidelines there are two types of blackouts – Quick Ones and Not So Quick Ones. A Quick Blackout is where the power goes out but you are thankful because it wasn’t long enough to have reset your alarm clock resist RSI from pressing the minute button 57 times. A Not So Quick blackout is where if it is night time you have to grab all the girly candles your girlfriend bought for the bathroom.
In true transformer style we turned to nearby devices that still had power remaining. I had my laptop and I turned down the brightness on the monitor until I could hardly tell if it was even running anymore. Those who had no gadjits stared at the fish who were no swimming in their own filth. We wondered if the power ever goes out at the power station and how they about rectifying the problem. Whether there is some room down in the basement that has a cord that has to be jiggled the right way or something more technical like a ctrl alt delete.
When we drained all the power to our phones and laptops we decided to stare at the tv for a little while longer in hope some magic will happen. It didnt.
It had been a while without something to do and Im sure all the 15-30 year olds within 3 suburbs were probably losing their minds. We needed a bit of action so we headed to the supermarket. I love being a pedestrian in a city when power goes out to traffic lights because the cars will always give way, so with enough people, peeps in cars arent going anywhere.
Even at the supermarket it was chaos. Printers were goin crazy with driver errors and more cords to be wiggled. The power cord is going to be end of our civilization as we know it. I mean yeah, it was probably the reason we developed an opposable thumb but while we are wiggling cords we are missing other important things that we could be doing. Like peanut wars.
We grabbed our choc milks and the time we got home the fish was sighing a breath of relieve that it wasnt breathing its own urine anymore. One good thing however that came from the power out is that one of the guys gfs was at the tennis and was expecting us to watch to see her in the crowd so it looks like Mr Franklin up there beyond the cracked rental ceiling had our back after all.
