No phones, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury, like Robinson Crusoe, it’s primitive as can be….
I was profusely salivating, drool flinging from my mouth with every angered snap at the computer. My eyes were enraged. All because I had been blocked.
When you’re a computer nerd who doubles as a writer for an online media company, Internet access is kinda important. Nowadays we pay for it like a commodity anyway. It’s a standby in our monthly bills. Much like our utilities, when we pay for it, we expect it to work.
If only I was so lucky. For nearly two days, I have been browser-less.
It happened at the beginning of the summer too. My computer’s network connection was broken by a Windows update, leaving me without work or a connection to the outside world beyond all the old technologies like cell phones, television, or the often feared “face-to-face” get together. Who does that anymore?
But now is an even more dire situation. Not only am I Internet-less, but without power entirely.
A little time away from the eye-bleaching screens that are pasted everywhere in my life hasn’t been all bad. I’ve returned to die-hard reading, finishing the Blackwater book and starting Free Lunch. Managed to find a newfound appreciation for batteries, specifically the rechargable lithium kind. You’d think it’d fix my sleep schedule too, maybe do a nocturnal-to-normal sleep swap. Not even a violent nature can change my one-meal-a-day diet.
In those times when the lights begin to fade, then sun starts setting, and the last chapter of the paperback in your lap begins to thin, you also get to think. In this hectic world of constant technology and talking, thinking is good. Some do it in the shower, some in the car. When you have no water and nowhere to drive, your day becomes a massive think tank. Relationships and careers are all up for reconsideration.
Does this mean any of my opinions of my lovely girlfriend or finance future change?
God no, why would I give up a life as a wealthy baron with a bombastic Asian wife? The power went out, not my senses.
Play games on Logan Frederick