I was laying in the bed last night thinking about how I was sick of the internet, tablets, texting, etc. and sort of wishing that all the electricity would go out, in the WHOLE WORLD. Because, extreme. Then I was thinking about what that would actually BE like – no heat, no light, no ATM machines, and I decided that perhaps that wasn’t the best idea since I’d be dead in about 48 hours.
Which led me to think about Gilligan’s Island. Why didn’t the batteries in their radio ever die? And do you remember the episode where a phone cable was blown onto the island during a storm and they were able to tap into the line and call people? Why are there phone cables lying on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean?? Why didn’t they just cut the lines and wait for AT&T to show up?
Gilligan’s Island was cool back in the day. I used to play out a scene over and over with my cousins, Lisa and Petey. We always fought over who had to be Mrs. Howell, but since we were usually playing on MY porch, I got either Ginger or Maryann.
I was too concerned with the cool dancing and remembering the lyrics to ever wonder how they powered that record player. Oh well, it wasn’t a documentary.
I’m guessing if it were real, they’d all have died in about 48 hours.