You're sitting on the couch in your living room, flipping channels with your husband.

It's pouring rain outside, occasional lightning brightens the windows followed by shaking, rumbling thunder.

The different tv channels form an incoherent collage as you skip past them.

Mysterious break-ins around the town of---bzzt--- the wild antelope grazes peacefully, unaware of the nearby pred---bzzt--- authorities have not disclosed any apparent explanations to the disappearances---it sucks, and it cuts! The Suck-Cut, order now for the low low price of 29.99!---unmarked graves found exsumed in---

"TV kinda sucks. Want to watch a movie?" Jason asks.

You smile. "That sounds great! I have a few VHS's upstairs I wanted to show you anyway."

You hop off the couch and meander between the stacked cardboard boxes that litter the floor of your newlywed home. You and Jason just moved in, and didn't do much other than move boxes all day. You climb the creaky wooden staircase and reach the light switch in the upstairs hallway. It flicks uselessly, so you whip out your cell phone flashlight and yell down the stairs:

"Honey, I think the powers out. The light won't turn on."