Electrocution Angels: Spec-fic

It isn't as easy to electrocute yourself as you might think. I've tried blenders, hairdryers, and even live electrical power lines. No luck. I'm not trying to kill myself--not really. I'm just trying to electrocute myself. I suppose I should start at the beginning. I first realized something was going on when i noticed how many blackouts we were having this last summer. Sure, a couple of blackouts on really hot days, that's to be expected. But citywide blackouts that lasted for a couple of hours each time? Nuh-uh. Something was going on. When I found out what, I began my quest. It's all those safety regulations that get in the way. Automatic shutoffs.


Inspiration: The voices in my head. I was staring at a blender at the time (the things are dangerous, I tell you, dangerous--but they can also make very good banana-yoghurt smoothies if carefully watched).
Story Potential: High.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Electrocution angels. Not sure yet if this qualifies as fantasy or sci-fi or something unclassifiably spec-fic, but it takes place in the here-and-now. People are electrocuting themselves and becoming something--other. Note: I want a rougher, more "city" tone in the voice of the narrator. By the way? Not the dreaded first person again!!! By which I mean that it will probably be first person. Argh.