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Anyway, she asked me to set up a recording one night, "and be sure to use color videotape." When she asked for the recording in the morning, I told her it was still being developed. The funny bit is that she nodded a simple affirmative and went on to the next thing—no pause or stare to call me a wise guy, or something. That's hilarious.
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People still talk about 'taping' when they record something. It's actually quite sobering to think that Ayla is SEVEN. Time's fugitin' on. Ummmm... I actually still record my CDs on to cassettes(LONG LIVE MAXELL!!!!!!!) to play on my kick-ass Kenwood tape deck in my car!
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"Video rental" "Late fee" (for video rentals) "Ordering scanner" Used to be many big-chain grocery stores had a person goign aroudn scannign shelf labels to re-order items low in stock, now many use computer systems that keep track of what's sold and can even place simple orders. "Pigtail cord" I still think pigtail phones have practical uses. I take a page straight from the series "roseanne". She kept track of what her kids may or may not be doing, liek any good parent should do, by not only having the phone in the kitchen where she and Dan frequently were, but it had a pigtail, so they kids were limited to how far away they could get away from her.
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Unless you're a die hard vinyl person, it hits me that it's been years since I've heard "signal-to-noise-ratio."
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Not a phrase, but I was re-watching an episode of "Magnum, pi" and Thomas made popcorn using an upright plug-in popcorn maker. I had completely forgotten about those. I'm not even sure they make those anymore. Any time you see popcorn these days it's either microwaved or pre-made in a bag. Thought there still is Jiffy Pop, which you can cook over a stove (hell, with advanced in cooking technology, a stove as we know if seems to be slowly going away; I guess that means the eventualy death of Jiffy Pop unless they revolutionalize).
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Justin, as long as people like me eat fried eggs, there's no danger of the stove ever going away. And, yeah! They still make Jiffy Pop in those crazy tin foil frying pans. While I occasionally enjoy microwave popcorn, my very favorite popcorn is the kind I make on the stove. I cook it in salt and olive oil, and I use the very same old soup pot that my mom and dad used to make popcorn.
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Justin, as long as people like me eat fried eggs, there's no danger of the stove ever going away. And, yeah! They still make Jiffy Pop in those crazy tin foil frying pans. While I occasionally enjoy microwave popcorn, my very favorite popcorn is the kind I make on the stove. I cook it in salt and olive oil, and I use the very same old soup pot that my mom and dad used to make popcorn. Oh, I agree. Microwave popcorn packs to me are kind of like replciated food in the Trek spin-off series: most seem to be fine with it, but those who like food to really be good end up having to make it themselves.
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Oct 24, 2015 - 11:57 AM
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Be Kind and Rewind. I'd deliberately use that one—and other tech terms—to throw people a curve ball. (Like the story I told up-thread about waiting for the videotape to be developed.) I started working at a communication college while some of the field video cameras were still black-and-white. I threw a curve ball at one of the students I knew was in a crossover class—using color cameras when available, black-and-white cameras otherwise. While signing out a B&W camera, I reminded the student, "Remember to white balance!" Since most cameras auto-white these days, even those who fancy themselves tech-savvy might not know what this is about. "Color temperature" of natural light varies during the day, and artificial lights vary based on the technology used. Photographers used film designed for "daylight" or "indoor" use, while videographers presented a white or gray card to the camera and pressed the "white balance" button—basically telling the camera, "This is a white/gray reference." So B&W cameras did not need white balancing. Still, the student leaned back and asked where the white balance button was located on that camera. This "cultural savagery" is rampant among many technology users. Such people have been told to "push this button over here" but have no real understanding of why they are doing so, and will be totally lost if the button with the same function is moved. I see the latter all the time among computer users—thrown into a tailspin whenever a software update moves a button. Likewise, many treat the term "PC" to mean a Windows OS computer. This is not in the same league as brand ubiquity, like Xerox copy, or Scotch tape. I know many computer users who think "The big, blue 'e' is the Internet." They have no concept of a browser, or know that they can choose from a variety of browsers. I have another anecdote from that same communication college. A co-worker told me that it happened just before I started working there. The field video gear came in two parts: a camera and a VCR, connected by a cable. "Camcorders" as all-in-one packages did not come along until later. With this particular gear, the cameras were a pistol-grip design. The viewfinder was a small flip-up eye cup at the back, and the telephoto lens was a long snoot sticking out the front. There was no mistaking which way to point the thing... but college people are the cream of the crop. One student told my friend that she was not getting a picture in the viewfinder, only a red light. That sounded like the "recording" tally light. So my friend told the student to bring the gear over and assemble it for shooting, and he'd try to figure out what was wrong. The student plugged everything together correctly, inserted a tape and pressed play/record to put the unit in standby. She then picked up the camera, holding it backwards (pistol grip, remember) and looked down the zoom lens. (The "red light" she was seeing was the tiny bias lamp used on tube-based cameras to set the black level.) My friend had to excuse himself and disappear into the rear workshop where he proceeded to laugh his butt off.
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