We've lost our electricity a half a dozen times in the last two days. The wind is... Heathcliff on the moor-ish?? Guns of Navaronian? Lawrence of Arabitious? Well, they're going like a talk show host.
If I've got to stand there in the dark one more time listening to the sawblade decelerating and wondering where my fingers are vis-a-vis said blade, I'm going to need psychotherapy.
Before this magical machine winks out again, here's something interesting to look at while I light candles and pray to the god of Tesla.
This, ladies and gents, is what technology is capable of -- if it runs on batteries: