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... :-/
Ah well... I had my revenge... ;-)
The *only* reason my spot on the couch was assured was because I'd be my
mom's footrest. Neither of my siblings were willing to do that. However,
that was OK. My mom was (and hell, who knows, prolly *is*) a saint.
Laterz,
Roger "Merch" Merchberger
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Received on Mon Sep 20 2004 - 23:25:26 BST