Here's a good one that might give some of you PTSD flashbacks.
Moving a big CRT television.
Moving a big CRT television.
Or CRT Computer monitor. I used to take a 21inch CRT to Lan Parties.Here's a good one that might give some of you PTSD flashbacks.
Moving a big CRT television.
Nothing new under the sun, but honestly its nice that every generation seems to have had their own one of those shows.On that note, this was our family's TV when I was a kid. Black and White, dial in the channels!View attachment 5662
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I think my interests had moved on a bit by the time that came out, and the presentation (overall, not necessarily Niel Buchanan) wasn't quite my style, but I do remember him in No.73 when I was a kidNothing new under the sun, but honestly its nice that every generation seems to have had their own one of those shows.
The company in question telling you to photocopy them...Sustained fire dice and a zillion different shaped cardboard templates. And wargear cards, loads and loads of those.
With the exception of the dice, lose one and you did not get a replacement very easily back then.
Do those precede these?And the oldest one I can remember. The clicker. The tv remote. No, not ones like we have now... the original clicker. No batteries needed, each button was connected to a clapper that when pressed emitted a very loud audible click or snap... in 3 or 4 different tones. A microphone on the TV picked up the click and turned the channel up or down or the TV on or off. Changing the channel without getting up from the couch... futuristic. To me and my brothers (who were basically mom and dad's remote control) Grandpa's TV with a clicker was one of the coolest things we had ever seen. By design, those things were freaking loud. You could hear someone changing the channel, even if you were far enough away you couldn't even hear the TV.
I was just talking to a buddy about when Madden dropped on the Dreamcast and they showed the players' breath in cold-weather games, and our minds were blown. Now, the current Madden games are basically indistinguishable from an actual game broadcast, and we couldn't be more "meh."
Back in the day, a coworker excitedly told me I have to get Madden for Dreamcast as it looked like real life. And I thought I had it all with the N64 version and a 4 Meg Pak.I was just talking to a buddy about when Madden dropped on the Dreamcast and they showed the players' breath in cold-weather games, and our minds were blown. Now, the current Madden games are basically indistinguishable from an actual game broadcast, and we couldn't be more "meh."
No, that looks considerably older than the Zenith "space command" clicker of grandpas.
When I was a kid visiting relatives in the US, you best believe I foraged the shit out of their houses for quarters. My aunt let us keep whatever we found, and I think we racked up like 50 bucks in loose change. Which, when converted to our currency, was a huge deal at the time.Foraging for quarters. Digging through couch cushions after your parents had guests over or when your older brother's friends had been over trying desperately to find any misplaced or lost quarter you could find. You needed all the quarters you could scrounge when I was a kid, anything to give you just a few more minutes of video game time the next time you hit the arcade.
Actually, not so much anymore. With so many card readers and automatic debit transactions... you just don't need to carry change around anymore. So rather than always having some around in your pockets... where they fall out when you sit down or fly out when you grab your keys, you get some change from a transaction and it immediately goes into whatever receptacle in your car you have designated for your loose change. Nowadays change doesn't make it back to the house or apartment... it has been concentrated in our cars. And if it does make it back to the apartment, it is all concentrated in one place. Generally somewhere near where you keep your keys.When I was a kid visiting relatives in the US, you best believe I foraged the shit out of their houses for quarters. My aunt let us keep whatever we found, and I think we racked up like 50 bucks in loose change. Which, when converted to our currency, was a huge deal at the time.
Even found a 2 dollar bill. Which... I ripped in half... because I was told they were no longer used...
Anyway, is that a common American thing? To just misplace loose change absolutely everywhere?
I remember bringing my broken one over to a guy's house in a wheelbarrow so he could fix it.Here's a good one that might give some of you PTSD flashbacks.
Moving a big CRT television.
If I didn't need quarters for the local laundromat, I would've been completely cashless for at least the last five years. (And yes, the leftover quarters go next to where I keep my keys.)Actually, not so much anymore. With so many card readers and automatic debit transactions... you just don't need to carry change around anymore. So rather than always having some around in your pockets... where they fall out when you sit down or fly out when you grab your keys, you get some change from a transaction and it immediately goes into whatever receptacle in your car you have designated for your loose change. Nowadays change doesn't make it back to the house or apartment... it has been concentrated in our cars. And if it does make it back to the apartment, it is all concentrated in one place. Generally somewhere near where you keep your keys.