Thatababy by Paul Trap for March 06, 2023

My dad once called me in from my bedroom just to change the channel.

In the town of Bedrock, there were remote controls for TVs except there was a little pterodactyl or a bird in the gizmo to go over and turn on/off the TV and change the channel.

That is what kids were for.

My first remote was sonic. FOING! FOING! FOING!

lol – thanks Paul, I forwarded this to the guy that does the “JurassiCaptions” on FB.

Back in the day … my day … there were only three or four channels to choose from and they all went off the air at midnight.

But weren’t dimetrodons likely extinct? He should have gone with mammals – hyaenodons or saber-tooth cats.

You had more than one channel?

And the Sunday Newspaper came with a “TV Guide” page or booklet which listed the the programming schedule for the handful of TV stations available for the week. You had to plan your TV viewing around when your “TV show” was scheduled to be on… OR before you turned on the TV you checked the TV guide to see what was on now and what you wanted to watch. If you watched a weekly (or daily show) and missed it… oh well, you were out of luck. You might have to wait until rerun season and then hope it was one of the shows they replayed (and that you were available or awake when it aired again.)

I used to change the channel for my parents; I also had to adjust the rabbit ears.

Early Saturday Morning turn TV on sound down low waiting for the Test Pattern to end for Cartoons.

That really is the distant past… about 280 million years ago… I didn’t realize there were any TVs back then.

You also had to twiddle with three or four knobs in a vain effort to make a terrible picture a little less terrible.

I was my father’s remote control. And antenna signal adjuster…and coffee waiter…