Nick we done took your thread and ran away didn't we ? I'm sorry
hey, go for it.
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
Nick we done took your thread and ran away didn't we ? I'm sorry
hey, go for it.
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
Yes, and The Prisoner, though for it me it was the re-runs.
What about The Saint? Simon Templar driving his P1800. (Now what kind of secret agent drives a Volvo?)
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
Do you remember Secret Agent man ?????
Yup. " ... they've given you a number, and taken 'way your name!"
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
Makes me wonder what awaits me when I'm older.
Greater and greater resolution leading to 3D without glasses. Ultra-light and thin wall sized units with intelligent sound systems. Maybe even smellivision.
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
I remember it, and I love Lucy, and the real McCoys. I'm 58. Art Linletter and Arthur Godfrey, Danny Thomas show and I love Bob, with Bob Cummings.
I had almost forgotten how sanitized TV was back then. All the shows were ... wholesome.
I also watched the Howdy Doody Show
That show always gave me the creeps when I was a kid.
Do you remember the millionaire Michael anthony who would get his instructions to give a million dollars to some unsuspecting person with the condition that they never reveal where it came from?
Yes! (but not until this moment).
How about "You Asked For It" ?
I remember that one, too.
HOLY SHIT THAT'S OLD! I FORGOT TV STARTED OUT IN BLACK AND WHITE!
We got our first TV in 1958 when I was 6. It must have set my dad back a month's pay. It had a 16" screen that sometimes would go wonky. Maybe 3 channels until we moved up to a roof mounted aerial, then we got 8 or 9, not all of which came in without snow in the picture. TVs were all tubes back then and broke down a lot. TV repairmen came to your house and the worst news they could give you is "your picture tube is gone." The first colour TV I saw was one of my uncle's. This was the early 60's. It had an almost round picture tube and most of the time the people on it had greenish hair and organgey-red faces and it broke down even more than the B&Ws. The big breakthrough came when Motorola came out with their famous "Works in a drawer" TV that allowed the repairman to simply pull out the innards in a big box on the side of the TV instead of having to take the back off.
when i was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, i am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women.
it was my mom's favourie.
each day monday to friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell.
When I was a kid back in the late 50's / early 60's (yes, I am very old, now let's move on) there was a television program that capitalised on the lives of miserable women. It was my mom's favourie. Each day Monday to Friday there would be four women on the show, each with a sad story to tell. The woman who had the saddest story got to be Queen for a Day and all the show's sponsors would shower goodies upon her. First generation reality TV and a modern object lesson on cynicism.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w37Diw6wk48
Anybody else decrepit enough to remember this little gem?
i'm a loner.. offline, i have few friends.
the friends i do have are dear to me but i'm bad at communicating with them, meaning i don't call often.
facebook has been a boom with me cuz i can keep contact with folks i really care about without being constantly in contact with them which would drive me crazy.. on this board i haven't got too deep with folks.
Would you be surprised if I told you I'm not surprised?
this place has become far to jw ish for my liking.. free expression and rights to make reply are shut down by those who hold the key.. this forum is turning into an uber christian outreach program with those who take umbridge to them getting locked and deleted threads.
it would perhaps not be so bad if the moderators actually communicated to people such as myself rather than cold cutting.
they complain when we make a public outcry and tell us it belongs in a private message, yet cannot see 'the straw in their own eye' and do not use the private messages to communicate why they have done what they do.
imo some of the athesits on here are way more kooky than any christian. I often have think whaaaaaat - particularly at nickolas and Terry
I am flattered. Almost to tears.
No more comments please! Let it die.
You did a good thing starting this thread, Oz. There are always many facets to individual perceptions. The challenge is to see and process as many of them as you can. From my innate perspective what you had to say and, in particular your umbrage, was justified. But I also can force myself to see the other side. I don't think anyone has all the answers, and that includes you and me and all the folks you and I think are delusional. I'm pretty convinced that I have sufficient evidence to prove that what I hold to be true is right, but I've been proven wrong too many times to believe in my own infallibility. So, I've learned that if I want respect I need to respect others, even those I think are kooky. Fact is we're all kooky, it's just that the really kooky ones aren't able to see it in themselves.
this place has become far to jw ish for my liking.. free expression and rights to make reply are shut down by those who hold the key.. this forum is turning into an uber christian outreach program with those who take umbridge to them getting locked and deleted threads.
it would perhaps not be so bad if the moderators actually communicated to people such as myself rather than cold cutting.
they complain when we make a public outcry and tell us it belongs in a private message, yet cannot see 'the straw in their own eye' and do not use the private messages to communicate why they have done what they do.
You do take some getting used to, my dear, and I've never been the knight in shining armour type. You don't need me, anyway. I've seen you in action. You remind me of the guys I used to work with when I was a logger. Honourable, strong, proud and generally respectful, but if you messed with them they'd snap you in half like a twig.
Get well and then you and I can resume hammering at each other's perceived delusions.
if you enjoy a glass of vino now and then, tell us what you like and how your tastes got to where they are now.
wine snobs & non-snobs alike welcome!.
my intro to the world of wine was my jw parents buying a huge screw-top bottle of paul masson or gallo red or white, having half a glass, and sticking it out on the back porch thinking that wine stayed good like that.
While visiting Paris for the second or third time back in 1977 I bought a bottle of 1973 Chateau Lafite Rothschild. It was one of the most expensive bottles of wine in the shop but I recall it costing less than the equivalent of $50. That would be about $200 today, but there is no way you can touch a Lafite of any description for that price these days. Even the miserable 1997 vintage (which I had the great misfortune to purchase at $175 back in 2002) will now set you back $800 and a bottle from a more recent better vintage will go for around $1200+. Regardless, I gave the bottle to my dad as a gift, he kept it in his cellar for another 5 years and opened it when my wife and I were visiting, so it was 10 years old when we had it. It was, in a word, orgasmic. I never had, nor have since, tasted anything as incredible as this was.
Best cheap wine I've tasted is much more recently. This is a 2007 Fuzion Shiraz/Malbec out of Argentina. It's available for about $7.50 in North America and for $2 more you can get the reserva. Both wines are a little shy on bouquet but have great mouth feel, round tannins and surprisingly (for the price) good complexity.