Not really woodworking related, but of all my haunts, I could think of no better place than this to share this object lesson in the value of not having one's head up one's ass.
Had the hedge trimmer out with my super long, expensive, dedicated outdoor power tool chord. I was letting my boy have a shot at using the thing, to get the kid away from that stupid Pokemon game for a few minutes.
He had a bit of trouble, so I took the trimmer back and started showing him how to use the thing. So zip, zip, zip, crap. I cut the chord. The super long, expensive, dedicated outdoor power tool chord.
Damn.
Conventional wisdom says never splice an extension chord back together, but I figured what the hell, it will be OK long enough for me to finish this job. The chord was plugged into a power strip in my shed, um, my workshop, so I went in and cut it off. Lights went off. Fan went off. Power was off.
So I got out in the yard, sat down "Indian style" (*), whipped out my handy dandy multi-tool doodad, and set about patching the thing back together. I cut what was left of the wires, then started stripping off the sheathing, so I could get to the insulation.
I felt a little prickle, but the power strip was off, so I figured I must have just poked myself on one of the stray bits of wire. I decided to test this theory by using my uninsulated steel multi-tool gadget to intentionally ground out the wires, and prove to myself that I hadn't felt the previous tingle.
To perform this task, I chose the knife blade, since that was what was sticking out.
ZAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!!
THOCK!!!!!
So I shocked the piss out of myself (not quite literally), screamed like some dizzy blonde in a horror movie (it's really quite embarrassing how much I sound like a complete pussy when something takes me by surprise and causes me to vocalize before I've had a chance to summon up my manly voice) and stabbed myself in the leg with my knife all in the blink of an eye. I was so, well, shocked that I didn't even notice the stab wound right away.
Should have pulled the plug out of the socket, huh? I guess the power strip has a bad switch or something. One thing for damn sure is that the power wasn't completely off!
So to make up for behaving like such a sissy, I walked around on it until I had lost a good half pint of blood, and had left bloody footprints all over the place while I finished the job of trimming the stupid hedges.
My next hedge trimmer is going to be gas powered.
(*) I guess we have to say "Native American style" now, huh?