Location: 543 miles west of Paradis,1491 miles eas Gender:
Posted:
Oct 27, 2021 - 5:30am
oldviolin wrote:
I'm sitting in the pew, as most Sunday mornings in my young life. Single digits; I hadn't begun to sneak out to the motel next door at that age, hiding in a corner behind an RC Cola machine and sipping a sinful cold one. No, I'm sitting in the pew with my siblings where She could keep an eye on us from the choir loft. Maybe I dozed. Maybe I took apart an ink pen and played with the parts, imagining space ships landing and taking off again on the hard polished runway made of oak or pecan. Maybe I read the hymnal or program or, gasp! the Bible; there in the book slot. Heck it could have been a toothpaste tube and I would try to read the ingredients. But I digress. The one thing to get my attention would be the music. She was a singer. Dear God, had you blessed her. She had a rapturous voice and when She soloed the hair stood up on the back of my neck. What a voice; silent now but for the memories locked in my heart. Carried out into space by the future. She would be 86 today. I love Her so.
I'm sitting in the pew, as most Sunday mornings in my young life. Single digits; I hadn't begun to sneak out to the motel next door at that age,
hiding in a corner behind an RC Cola machine and sipping a sinful cold one.
No, I'm sitting in the pew with my siblings where She could keep an eye on us from the choir loft. Maybe I dozed. Maybe I took apart an ink pen and played with the parts, imagining space ships landing and taking off again on the hard polished runway made of oak or pecan.
Maybe I read the hymnal or program or, gasp! the Bible; there in the book slot. Heck it could have been a toothpaste tube and I would try to read the ingredients.
But I digress.
The one thing to get my attention would be the music.
She was a singer. Dear God, had you blessed her. She had a rapturous voice and when She soloed the hair stood up on the back of my neck.
What a voice; silent now but for the memories locked in my heart. Carried out into space by the future.
She would be 86 today. I love Her so.
I'm sitting in the pew, as most Sunday mornings in my young life. Single digits; I hadn't begun to sneak out to the motel next door at that age, hiding in a corner behind an RC Cola machine and sipping a sinful cold one. No, I'm sitting in the pew with my siblings where She could keep an eye on us from the choir loft. Maybe I dozed. Maybe I took apart an ink pen and played with the parts, imagining space ships landing and taking off again on the hard polished runway made of oak or pecan. Maybe I read the hymnal or program or, gasp! the Bible; there in the book slot. Heck it could have been a toothpaste tube and I would try to read the ingredients. But I digress. The one thing to get my attention would be the music. She was a singer. Dear God, had you blessed her. She had a rapturous voice and when She soloed the hair stood up on the back of my neck. What a voice; silent now but for the memories locked in my heart. Carried out into space by the future. She would be 86 today. I love Her so.
When I was a wee lad my Dad cut a hole in the wall and inserted our big black and white TV into it and framed it in nicely. There was a closet on the other side of the wall. Our set wasn't HD or even color but it looked pretty awesome and a little futuristic. Then at some point I heard my parents saying that the stations (I guess we got maybe 12 or 15 living near LA) were experimented with color broadcasting and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real.
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Mar 9, 2021 - 11:00am
Ohmsen wrote:
Proclivities wrote:
We were robbed; they do have French fries and steak at least.
Here I am in the 21st century I have to say it ain't as cool as I hoped it would be No man on the moon, nobody on Mars Where the hell is my flying car? Ain't nothing even like a teletransporter so far
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
Posted:
Mar 6, 2021 - 1:25pm
geoff_morphini wrote:
Manbird wrote:
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oldviolin wrote:
Also cinnamon buns, copius grapefruit and spaghetti squash. Not to mention the snow covered landscape, the circus animal cages and the resurrection of Topo Gigio in digital format. I'm a bit curious about the kid in a skeleton costume though.
I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes.
But they're grilling the grapefruit. That's just wrong.
"I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes."
My parents got a 16" b/w Zenith TV around 1956. That was the only TV in our house until 1979âand none of that fancy outdoor antenna stuff, mind you. When my dad finally cracked and brought into the family room an inherited color TV , connected to an outdoor antenna, I felt like a North Korean defector brought into the modern world.
The Three Stooges! Star Trek! Bruins hockey! Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacificâand all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseâ Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
When I was a wee lad my Dad cut a hole in the wall and inserted our big black and white TV into it and framed it in nicely. There was a closet on the other side of the wall. Our set wasn't HD or even color but it looked pretty awesome and a little futuristic. Then at some point I heard my parents saying that the stations (I guess we got maybe 12 or 15 living near LA) were experimented with color broadcasting and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real. Eventually we got a new TV and enjoyed the occasional program in color. My favourite was Walt Disney's Wonderful World Of Color.
Also cinnamon buns, copius grapefruit and spaghetti squash. Not to mention the snow covered landscape, the circus animal cages and the resurrection of Topo Gigio in digital format. I'm a bit curious about the kid in a skeleton costume though.
I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes.
But they're grilling the grapefruit. That's just wrong.
"I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes."
My parents got a 16" b/w Zenith TV around 1956. That was the only TV in our house until 1979âand none of that fancy outdoor antenna stuff, mind you. When my dad finally cracked and brought into the family room an inherited color TV , connected to an outdoor antenna, I felt like a North Korean defector brought into the modern world.
The Three Stooges! Star Trek! Bruins hockey! Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacificâand all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseâ Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
When I was a wee lad my Dad cut a hole in the wall and inserted our big black and white TV into it and framed it in nicely. There was a closet on the other side of the wall. Our set wasn't HD or even color but it looked pretty awesome and a little futuristic. Then at some point I heard my parents saying that the stations (I guess we got maybe 12 or 15 living near LA) were experimented with color broadcasting and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real. Eventually we got a new TV and enjoyed the occasional program in color. My favourite was Walt Disney's Wonderful World Of Color.
"...and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real."
I got suckered in a similar way. I was about four when "Flipper" came on and the announcer would say "In Living Color!" Almost every time I would get this surge of hope: were we going to get Living Color?!?!
I remember the Disney intro too. That was great. Wasn't Kurt Russell always starring in a Disney movie as a kid? Couldn't get away from him.
I saw Batman the TV show later on as reruns. That show was MADE for color. The crazy sets and costumes. The cartoon-like characters and the zany "Pow" graphics. A shame it lasted for only three seasons. Adam West and Burt Ward swung pretty hard during their stardom...
Also cinnamon buns, copius grapefruit and spaghetti squash. Not to mention the snow covered landscape, the circus animal cages and the resurrection of Topo Gigio in digital format. I'm a bit curious about the kid in a skeleton costume though.
I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes.
But they're grilling the grapefruit. That's just wrong.
"I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes."
My parents got a 16" b/w Zenith TV around 1956. That was the only TV in our house until 1979âand none of that fancy outdoor antenna stuff, mind you. When my dad finally cracked and brought into the family room an inherited color TV , connected to an outdoor antenna, I felt like a North Korean defector brought into the modern world.
The Three Stooges! Star Trek! Bruins hockey! Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacificâand all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseâ Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
When I was a wee lad my Dad cut a hole in the wall and inserted our big black and white TV into it and framed it in nicely. There was a closet on the other side of the wall. Our set wasn't HD or even color but it looked pretty awesome and a little futuristic. Then at some point I heard my parents saying that the stations (I guess we got maybe 12 or 15 living near LA) were experimented with color broadcasting and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real. Eventually we got a new TV and enjoyed the occasional program in color. My favourite was Walt Disney's Wonderful World Of Color.
Also cinnamon buns, copius grapefruit and spaghetti squash. Not to mention the snow covered landscape, the circus animal cages and the resurrection of Topo Gigio in digital format. I'm a bit curious about the kid in a skeleton costume though.
I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes.
But they're grilling the grapefruit. That's just wrong.
"I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes."
My parents got a 16" b/w Zenith TV around 1956. That was the only TV in our house until 1979âand none of that fancy outdoor antenna stuff, mind you. When my dad finally cracked and brought into the family room an inherited color TV , connected to an outdoor antenna, I felt like a North Korean defector brought into the modern world.
The Three Stooges! Star Trek! Bruins hockey! Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacificâand all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseâ Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
When I was a wee lad my Dad cut a hole in the wall and inserted our big black and white TV into it and framed it in nicely. There was a closet on the other side of the wall. Our set wasn't HD or even color but it looked pretty awesome and a little futuristic. Then at some point I heard my parents saying that the stations (I guess we got maybe 12 or 15 living near LA) were experimented with color broadcasting and I assumed that we would soon be receiving a color picture so I watched and watched every little speck, every scratchy line for a hint of color. Sometimes I could swear a saw a little color. I used to hallucinate a lot when I was little - for real. Eventually we got a new TV and enjoyed the occasional program in color. My favourite was Walt Disney's Wonderful World Of Color.
Also cinnamon buns, copius grapefruit and spaghetti squash. Not to mention the snow covered landscape, the circus animal cages and the resurrection of Topo Gigio in digital format. I'm a bit curious about the kid in a skeleton costume though.
I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes.
But they're grilling the grapefruit. That's just wrong.
"I'm impressed by the HD color flatscreen TV. In 1956, TV was black & white, with 4:3 aspect ratios and big bulbous tubes."
My parents got a 16" b/w Zenith TV around 1956. That was the only TV in our house until 1979—and none of that fancy outdoor antenna stuff, mind you. When my dad finally cracked and brought into the family room an inherited color TV , connected to an outdoor antenna, I felt like a North Korean defector brought into the modern world.
The Three Stooges! Star Trek! Bruins hockey! Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacificâand all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseâ Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
