A few nights ago I saw ABC's preview for a new show airing this fall called Flash Forward. On the show, the entire world blacks out for two minutes and seventeen seconds, in that time seeing a snippet of their future six months from that day. (Why seventeen seconds?) The preview shows a lot of accidents—people who passed out while driving and crashed, that sort of thing. It also has a great shot of a bank video camera that shows the roomful of people collapsing simultaneously, like their bodies were vacated at the same time, leaving limp husks. I love the image, and I can't really say why, except it so attractive to my imagination. Maybe this is what authors mean when they talk about appeasing their muses. Mine likes to see a roomful of people pass out in harmony. (What does that say about me?)
So, aside from giggling over the things that appeal to my muse, I've found it humorous to contemplate what would happen to me were I to pass out at any point in my day. I think the worse that would happen is some bruises and a rug-burn-type scrap or two from the treadmill or perhaps some nicely squared-off bruises from face planting into the keyboard.
Since I work from home, I can go several days without getting in a car, so the odds of being in a car crash are few. I do walk up and down some concrete stairs to my apartment. That'd hurt a bit. Getting knocked out in the shower would be painful, too.
However, for the most part, I could collapse at any point in my day and be just fine. And for some reason, this makes me giggle. I can't explain it.