Well, it's official. I'm not a superhero.

Many of you may fantasize about how wonderful it would be to actually have superhero powers. Well, let me tell you this, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I had near-superhero powers experience on Monday and I never want to have it again.

I woke up in time to get myself ready for my appointment with my sleep tech to have some diagnostics run on the loaner CPAP I'd been using. I felt relatively normal that day. Decent night's rest and all. Couldn't really complain. I gathered up the abundance of technical gadgetry which allow me to almost sleep like a normal human and stuffed it all in my car, settled into my seat, slipped my key into the ignition and gave it a twist. I thought it started normally. Was something wrong? Nah, I turned on my radio to the awesome alternative public station we have here and sped off to my sleep clinic.

My appointment passed without mishap and I left the medical facility with less gear than I entered with - always a plus on these appointments. It was still raining out. We had rain all that weekend and it wasn't choosing to relent on Monday. My sleep gear was tucked away in a protective case all will be well. I settled myself back into my seat, slid my key back into the ignition and turned that sucker over. Ok. That was kinda weird. Not sure what exactly was weird, but something may have sounded or felt odd. Ah well, it was time to hit the road and get myself home. I turned on the radio. No radio. I jammed the button a few times. Dead. Um. Ok. Clicked my wipers on. No wipers. No foglamps. My ABS lights are on and won't turn off. That's not right. Wonderful. I drove home 35 miles most of it on the freeway with no wipers in the downpour. Never been that stressed driving before. I called up my auto shop of choice and get an appointment to come in that afternoon. All will be right with my car soon, I thought. I had no idea how oddly correct I would be.

I booted up my computer at home to play a bit of my current addiction and get into game. Played for awhile. Power went out to my computers. Lights were still on in the den, but the outlet to the computers was dead. My kitchen power was dead. Outlets upstairs were dead. At this point my imagination spreads both wings and I figured that I'm just beginning to see the signs of my until recently latent new mutant ability - powers of electromagnetism. An EM pulse could have easily knocked out some systems in my car and somehow I just knocked out some systems in my home as well. Great. Stupid super-heroic abilities. How do superheroes live with this stuff, anyway?

I played with the breakers awhile, eventually things got righted and power was restored to all outlets. I headed out to my car to head for my appointment. Radio worked, wipers worked, fog lamps worked and the ABS light went off. I shrugged and turned off my car, called the shop and canceled my appointment. I guess I'll have to put the costume back in the closet for now. Ah well.