Rumor has it that John Lawson may have mentioned these
words:
On Mon, 20 Sep 2004, Cameron Kaiser wrote:
> Luxury. When I was a boy, we had to transmit using smoke signals *and* a
> shofar for parity bits. And if we lost carrier because of a rainstorm,
> our father would beat us with his strap and dance on our grave.
At least you had fire... :-O
Lissen up, young'un! When I was a kid, I
had to git up offa the
couch and walk *all the way across the living room* - in my stockinged
feet, mind you! - allllll that way over to th' durn TeeVee just to
change th' channel! None o' yer fancy-schmancy re-motes back in *my* day!
My dad sure can't claim that -- hell, he's *always* had a remote!
Granted, the remote was *me*! : "Boy, get your butt up there & show me
what's on TV!!!" -- Despite the fact that I knew what was on better than
the TV Guide (which he never bought) he'd never believe me, and I had to
flip thru all the channels 3 times anyway... Thank gawd we didn't have
access to any UHF channels, or I'd *still* be standing there flipping...
:-/
I remember one of the few times my granddad ever spanked me - for
changing the channels with a swag-lamp chain....
They had one of the early remotes that was an actual tuned "clicker".
I figured out by accident that if I rattled the chain on the ceiling
lamp just right, the TV changed channels.
Granddad wasn't nearly as excited about that as I was.
Doc