^Only you. 
Next thing I know, you're going to be posting the Oscar Mayer bologna commercials. Wiener.
Next thing I know, you're going to be posting the Oscar Mayer bologna commercials. Wiener.
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You mean, "My bologna has a first name...?" I forgot about that one until just now. 
^^ Wow, I had blocked that from my memory. I used to find it incredibly annoying. Seems kind of cute from this point in the time stream, though.
Seems kind of cute from this point in the time stream, though. Commander Rabbit
Commander
Exactly.
Plus, most families had only one TV, so watching TV wasn't the solitary activity it's become. Families watched together.
^What I can't believe is that old radio ad from the site you linked too, RJD, that's using the Flintstones to pitch cigarettes.
My parents used to have a 3-in-1 TV. It was a black and white TV, record player and radio. It must of cost my parents a lot of money. Of course, it sat in the loungeroom.
We did have a mantle radio in the dining room that Mum would listen to while she cooked. Then one day Dad bought a portable transistor radio home, he wanted it so he could listen to the radio while he was outside gardening, and us kids were amazed that a radio could be so small. My mother, father and grandmother debated if a extra radio fee would have to be paid.
I think that that is the main reason my parents only had one TV. If they bought a second TV they would have to pay out twice as much each year for their TV license. Luckily the TV licence was scrapped in the early 1970s.
^ This link says that the UK still has a TV license fee...
Me, I still have only one TV. I guess I just don't need any more than that. There's no other room in my house (other than the basement) where I would want a TV anyway. And if I bought another TV, I'd have to get either a CableCARD or a cable box to feed it HDTV signals, and I'm not too keen on doing that.
Me, I still have only one TV. I guess I just don't need any more than that. There's no other room in my house (other than the basement) where I would want a TV anyway. And if I bought another TV, I'd have to get either a CableCARD or a cable box to feed it HDTV signals, and I'm not too keen on doing that.
The UK does still have a license fee - but we don't charge the Commonwealth
The UK license covers all TVs within one household though, so you don't pay any more for more TVs.
^ oops, brainfart, I forgot we were talking about Australia. 
Which might be relevant if Tasmania were part of the UK. (It isn't.)
^ *sigh* like I said, I forgot...
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Yeah, I think there's a similar TV ad on a DVD collection of strange old commercials that I have. One thing is, Flinstones was not entirely considered a kid's show in those days. It ran in prime time and was inspired by Honeymooners. You might call it the Simpsons of its time.
Another "Prime Time" cartoon was Jonny Quest...THAT SHOW inspired many a Saturday afternoon role play in the backyard..(after my Dad locked us out of the house!!)
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ydk3_jonny-quest-opening_shortfilms
Damn..that show REALLY could inspire a live action movie...
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ydk3_jonny-quest-opening_shortfilms
Damn..that show REALLY could inspire a live action movie...
All this was great fun. I would add the evening convoys in the apartment complex I lived in while Dad was getting his grad degree. All the kids in the complex and their assorted vehicles riding about, especially in the big circle in the middle of the courtyard. Good times.
But then, there was that time I crossed the...FORBIDDEN BRIDGE...
Heh. When I lived in San Diego, we were a block from the canyons. (Within sight of the San Diego stadium. Dunno what they call it now.)
Anyhow, we were *strictly forbidden* from going down into that canyon. There were venomous insects, rattlesnakes (true!), bobcats and the occasional porn collection hidden in a bush.
A restaurant at the very bottom of the canyon gave away free lollipops. So one fine day, three of us, a friend, my brother and yours truly decided to go all the way down this steep canyon to get one of those luscious treats.
It really was steep and not quite safe. I did fine til about 3/4 down when I tripped. I rolled the rest of the way down to the bottom! Scraped the hell outta my knees.
But I got that lollipop. God knows how we climbed back up. I lied to Mom and told her I fell on the gravel road (near the canyon) where a mini-farm was. She believed it.
Still can't believe what I did for one tiny little lollipop.
Anyhow, we were *strictly forbidden* from going down into that canyon. There were venomous insects, rattlesnakes (true!), bobcats and the occasional porn collection hidden in a bush.
A restaurant at the very bottom of the canyon gave away free lollipops. So one fine day, three of us, a friend, my brother and yours truly decided to go all the way down this steep canyon to get one of those luscious treats.
It really was steep and not quite safe. I did fine til about 3/4 down when I tripped. I rolled the rest of the way down to the bottom! Scraped the hell outta my knees.
But I got that lollipop. God knows how we climbed back up. I lied to Mom and told her I fell on the gravel road (near the canyon) where a mini-farm was. She believed it.
Still can't believe what I did for one tiny little lollipop.
Ah...the Forbidden Zone...We had a camp in the Adirondack Mountains, and were forbidden to go into the State lands forest beyond the railroad tracks...so, of course, my brother and I went across the tracks. He left me at some point and we were deep enough in that I got turned around and lost.
Apparently, he scampered on home to tell Dad that he saw me going across the tracks. I was busy watching some beavers getting taunted by an otter, when, suddenly the animals disappeared. There was a crashing sound and a Black Bear appeared. I was lying down hoping it wouldn't see me when I heard my father's whistle...and couldn't move.
Then came another sound; I turned my head, and there was the otter, sniffing my legs. I very carefully petted him...they're so very soft...and we both started when the bear moved off.
My father was still whistling, so I had to leave, and, unfortunately, my brother was with him to point me out as I tried to slip back unnoticed.
I was confined to the immediate area of the camp for the rest of the summer, but it was worth it. Ever touch a wild animal?
Apparently, he scampered on home to tell Dad that he saw me going across the tracks. I was busy watching some beavers getting taunted by an otter, when, suddenly the animals disappeared. There was a crashing sound and a Black Bear appeared. I was lying down hoping it wouldn't see me when I heard my father's whistle...and couldn't move.
Then came another sound; I turned my head, and there was the otter, sniffing my legs. I very carefully petted him...they're so very soft...and we both started when the bear moved off.
My father was still whistling, so I had to leave, and, unfortunately, my brother was with him to point me out as I tried to slip back unnoticed.
I was confined to the immediate area of the camp for the rest of the summer, but it was worth it. Ever touch a wild animal?
Taking a slightly different tack, from something that came up in the "dinner" thread, anyone else remember comedy albums? I remember my folks having friends over for cards and such and playing the now iconic Bill Cosby and Bob Newhart (and even Carlin after we kids were sent off to bed) albums. For me, it was Steve Martin all the way, Cheech and Chong, Richard Pryor .... Steve Martin especially, we'd play over and over and over. We knew every word.
"My I mambo dogface to the banana patch?"
"One time I got really small and crawled inside a vacuum .... And the drug wore off. I retained the shape of a vacuum for two weeks!"
"My I mambo dogface to the banana patch?"
"One time I got really small and crawled inside a vacuum .... And the drug wore off. I retained the shape of a vacuum for two weeks!"
^ Steve Martin was my favorite too. But i also loved Robert Klein!
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