Duurrrhhhh!!!
It's friday morning, now afternoon. I'm beavering away on an assignment (and by beavering, I actually mean half-arsedly. With a week still to go before the assignment is due my last minute 100% efficiency hasn't kicked in yet) and I stop to get up and make myself a cup of coffee. I turn the screen off and turn the volume down low as I go to the kitchen to get my most favourite caffeinated beverage.
5 minutes later I come back, and it's quiet. Too quiet. Sure, the screen is off, and i turned the volume down, but I didn't turn the music OFF, and my computer wasn't making the obligatory fan noise.
I shat myself. Your computer's blown up, I thought. Unphased, I pushed the power button. Nothing. Assignment is gone. Plundered! Purloined! Ha haaa! Loins...
Anyways, I turned around and my stereo is completely blank too. My stereo's blown up I have a power failure in my house. No problem, I'll just switch the circuit breaker in my house and all will be well.
I go outside...the circuit breaker didn't even switch itself off. Double yew tee eff? I then checked the rest of the house. EVERYTHING WORKED FINE! Why my room, of all things! It's not as if my room was the greatest energy user. It's not as if I have a fridge in here, or UV lights on 24/7 to grow copious amounts of cannabis or marijuana to sell to the masses.
I was then left with the scenario that the fuse had blown specifically in my room and that I couldn't do anything about it. I have no expertise in house infrastructure wiring, and my knowledge of electronics & circuitry is basic, and I have to go to work in about 6 hours time (If you're wondering why that's an issue, I work part time as a subcontractor from home) and my parents weren't home.
30 minutes later, it turns out that I had thought way too far ahead and had assumed the worst: What I thought was a concentrated fuse/power failure in my room of the house was actually caused by two wall outlets in my room behind my bed that had been switched off by a wayward juggling baton that had gotten shoved down there, flicking both points off WHILE I WAS AWAY! No kidding.
Stranger things have occurred, I believe, apart from a man eating it's own head.
5 minutes later I come back, and it's quiet. Too quiet. Sure, the screen is off, and i turned the volume down, but I didn't turn the music OFF, and my computer wasn't making the obligatory fan noise.
I shat myself. Your computer's blown up, I thought. Unphased, I pushed the power button. Nothing. Assignment is gone. Plundered! Purloined! Ha haaa! Loins...
Anyways, I turned around and my stereo is completely blank too. My stereo's blown up I have a power failure in my house. No problem, I'll just switch the circuit breaker in my house and all will be well.
I go outside...the circuit breaker didn't even switch itself off. Double yew tee eff? I then checked the rest of the house. EVERYTHING WORKED FINE! Why my room, of all things! It's not as if my room was the greatest energy user. It's not as if I have a fridge in here, or UV lights on 24/7 to grow copious amounts of cannabis or marijuana to sell to the masses.
I was then left with the scenario that the fuse had blown specifically in my room and that I couldn't do anything about it. I have no expertise in house infrastructure wiring, and my knowledge of electronics & circuitry is basic, and I have to go to work in about 6 hours time (If you're wondering why that's an issue, I work part time as a subcontractor from home) and my parents weren't home.
30 minutes later, it turns out that I had thought way too far ahead and had assumed the worst: What I thought was a concentrated fuse/power failure in my room of the house was actually caused by two wall outlets in my room behind my bed that had been switched off by a wayward juggling baton that had gotten shoved down there, flicking both points off WHILE I WAS AWAY! No kidding.
Stranger things have occurred, I believe, apart from a man eating it's own head.