I just blew a fuse.
I have NEVER done that in my LIFE.
My computer shut down, and the plugs on the side of the wall in which I’m working just completely stopped functioning.
I’m working on a midterm paper.
Thanks to a quick phone call, and Jazz’s dad pointing out that, hey, there’s a fusebox on my side of the house that merely requires a flick of a switch to reset, and we’re back in business.
Vista actually proved itself useful by saving my paper at the precise spot I’d been typing when the fuse blew, too.
I’m having a beer and finishing my project with considerably FEWER things plugged in over here. I’m going to have to switch some things around this weekend, as well.
Running the dryer, a CPU, a floor lamp, a space heater, a DSL modem, a printer, and an external hard drive are apparently VERY BAD THINGS to do on a single fuse system. I’ll keep that in mind.