Conspiracy unveiled

The dark forces are conspiring to keep me from watching all of Sean Bean's Sharpe series. It began at 7pm last night. The show was starting, but my younger brother was already immersed in another movie (The Longest Yard, blah blah blah) and I couldn't watch Sharpe in another room because we didn't get BBC America in any other room. And then I had to cook dinner, so I spent the first half hour of not being able to see Sharpe's Siege browning ground turkey and adding tomato paste and baking fries and onion rings, ect. But then divine intervention came and Rob left the TV and I seized the remote and turned it to Sean Bean. I was able to watch the last three quarters, for which I am grateful. Sharpe airs twice - once at 7 and then once at 1am. I wanted to see the beginning, so I stayed up until 1am to see the first half hour. I blogged for a while, and then I returned to the telly and waited. At 1am sharp (ha ha), Sharpe's Siege began. I was able to watch the first twenty minutes. I saw all of the plot strings get introduced. And just when I thought "I've only got ten more minutes left and then I can skedaddle of to bed," the screen went dark. Not only did the screen go dark, the entire room went dark. The (word omitted) power went out! It made a few feeble attempts to come back on, but gave up after three second-long flickers. I had ten lousy minutes to watch, and the power chooses that time to give up. I waited in the pitch black, hoping against hope that the power would resume. It didn't resume until three hours later, at which time I had already blindly groped my way to my room and went to bed. Needless to say, I was pissed. I was already pissed that the cable kept going screwy when I was watching my three quarters of Sharpe, but when the power went out, I was livid. Now that I have cooled down some, I decided to vent my frustrations in hopes of letting off some steam.