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bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2011-09-25 12:17 am
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We Don't Care. We Don't Have To.
I’m not sure why, but this video absolutely mesmerizes me:
Do you remember learning how to dial a telephone? Yeah, neither do I.* Funny how cultures themselves have curricula. (So do TV shows: over the 20 years of Law’n’Order’s run, they went from carefully explaining how The D. N. A. works to assuming you know what it means when the lab reports that the perp and the victim have seven alleles in common. TV shows are still dumbed down, but notice what they dumb down.)
Also, I love the idea that wrong numbers would have caused people to panic in Ye Olde Dayes.** I don’t think she even uses the term “wrong number”—which makes me realize that at some point, the lexicon didn’t have a standard term for it. I love that, too—how language evolves. Makes living at the beginning of the Digital Age that much more fun.
And yes, I’m a complete dork watching vintage shorts without commentaries now. I can’t help it! They’re just so damn fascinating!
*Hell, I’m even past the Screaming Abuse At The Automated Voicemail Instructions Lady For Repeating Instructions EVERY DAMN TIME When EVERYBODY KNOWS THEM ALREADY (c’mon, who doesn’t know by now that “When you have finished recording, hang up”?) Stage. I’m on the stage where I’ve learned the combo hit that automatically KOs her.
Also: Dear phone companies, please hire Ellen McLain to do your future Automated Operator recordings. Take advantage of the Stockholm Syndrome so many gamers have developed!
**Nowatimes it's more a source of hilarity, like the time I kept getting calls from people asking for a guy named Juan. If you don't think I found it funny to tell them "There is no Juan at this number" or to hang up and explain to friends "It was a wrong number. They were looking for some Juan I don't know," then you haven't been paying attention.
Do you remember learning how to dial a telephone? Yeah, neither do I.* Funny how cultures themselves have curricula. (So do TV shows: over the 20 years of Law’n’Order’s run, they went from carefully explaining how The D. N. A. works to assuming you know what it means when the lab reports that the perp and the victim have seven alleles in common. TV shows are still dumbed down, but notice what they dumb down.)
Also, I love the idea that wrong numbers would have caused people to panic in Ye Olde Dayes.** I don’t think she even uses the term “wrong number”—which makes me realize that at some point, the lexicon didn’t have a standard term for it. I love that, too—how language evolves. Makes living at the beginning of the Digital Age that much more fun.
And yes, I’m a complete dork watching vintage shorts without commentaries now. I can’t help it! They’re just so damn fascinating!
*Hell, I’m even past the Screaming Abuse At The Automated Voicemail Instructions Lady For Repeating Instructions EVERY DAMN TIME When EVERYBODY KNOWS THEM ALREADY (c’mon, who doesn’t know by now that “When you have finished recording, hang up”?) Stage. I’m on the stage where I’ve learned the combo hit that automatically KOs her.
Also: Dear phone companies, please hire Ellen McLain to do your future Automated Operator recordings. Take advantage of the Stockholm Syndrome so many gamers have developed!
**Nowatimes it's more a source of hilarity, like the time I kept getting calls from people asking for a guy named Juan. If you don't think I found it funny to tell them "There is no Juan at this number" or to hang up and explain to friends "It was a wrong number. They were looking for some Juan I don't know," then you haven't been paying attention.
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(That's one thing I actually miss about non-cell phones; the part where you could talk and press buttons at the same time, as opposed to needing to move the phone away from where I can hear things, choose the keypad option, enter stuff, and then start listening again.)
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I resist smartphones mostly because I really hate having just a screen. I like the tactile feeling of an actual keypad. Yes, I know, after the Singularity happens I'll still buy keyboards rather than typing with my mind like a normal person. It'll be my Stubborn Old Person Habit.
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Also, I was just reminded - after this year's MIT Mystery Hunt, my team went to a local restaurant for dinner, and the conversation came around to smartphones, and in particular the bitching about. So everyone at the table pulled out their phones to compare... and the button-phones outnumbered the smartphones. First time that's ever happened to pretty much everybody at the table XD
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We can rant together in the nursing home about how much better a real keyboard is :)
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"Who was that, Dad?"
"Oh, that was just Juan."
"Just Juan what?"
"What? Oh, Jesus, here we go again."
"Was he Juan-dering what time you need him to come in tomorrow?"
etc. :)
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Damn, now I feel old.
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I also remember proudly demonstrating to my mother that I could make a phone call, and her apologizing to the lady on the other end of the line ...
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I am old.
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(There's a Rifftrax movie that has a shot of a woman dialing a rotary phone. Mike Nelson's comment: "Everyone under 25 looks at that thing she's dialing and wonders WHAT THE HELL IT IS.")
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We did have a BETAMAX well into the 90s, though. (Okay, we STILL have it, because of the Claymation Christmas Special, but it was our MAIN video player till around 1995.)
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