So I'm moving to a new apartment. After much gruntwork, all my stuff had left my old place and arranged itself haphazardly in random piles scattered around my new place. I was dealing with these piles, while listening to music (one cannot unpack without music, unless one is initially unpacking one's stereo), and I decided to run down and grab something from the car. I hit the pause button on my stereo, and, I swear, at that exact instant, the power in my apartment cut out. I thought I must have blown a fuse in an extremely peculiar fashion. Nope.
I looked in the hallway, and the emergency lights were on. I thought I must have blown a floor-wide fuse or something. Nope.
I go downstairs to investigate some random beeping and honking, which turned out to be the fire-alarm panel complaining that it had no power and couldn't save anybody's life in the event of a fire. I start to become impressed with this newfound force I wield. I determine the entire building and the one next door, at least, are out.
I get in the car to drive to NITI to check my email, and notice several traffic lights in the area are also out, and a stretch of stores and restaurants on Sherbrooke are dark. I have apparently knocked out a good chunk of the Vendôme area in Montréal by pausing a CD.
The Moral Of The Story
During periods of light wind and drizzle, I control the world through my stereo. Fear me.