Today I watch a football game on my Black and White stereo console TV, a Magnavox model from 1962, complete with 8 track tape player, record player for records in 33, 45, and 78 rpm.
I had to move the rabbit ear antennae frequently to get good reception, occasionally soliciting the help of my wife. Climbing up on the roof, I was able to manipulate the UHF/VHF antennae somewhat as my wife kept calling out whether the the picture was better.
I ended up having to wrap some tinfoil (reynolds aluminum wrap) around the rabbit ears to improve the reception. Just when everything was fine, wouldn't you know it the 4 o'clock game was on a different network.
LOL, I had to climb back up the ladder and fool around with the Channel Master antennae once again, yelling to each other "right there, right there, oh yeah, that's great" that soon the neighbors came out wondering what was going on.
Sex on a Sunday afternoon? With football on? Don't be foolish. We wouldn't have sex up on the roof. Silly neighbors, they are.
People think I have a computer. When I tell them I don't, they say then it must be an electric typewritter. Oh no no, I say. It is Morse Code. I have achieved what no one else has been able to. I have rigged up my telephone lines to accept morse code and to post it here in a fashionable style that you can read. When actually it looks like this:
.._. .._ _._. _._ .. _. _ _ . / _. .._ _ ... .
Technological advances?
LOL. Who needs it when the old ways work just fine.
Any one up for some Slim Whitman?