Fuck me, even the NHL broadcast is completely gobbled up by ads. Seriously, it’s bad enough that that dildo-head Pierre MacGuire (and all the copies that are cropping up on other networks) gives us his scintillating analysis about how a guy shot a puck over the glass, instead of letting the announcer call the play, but now every time the whistle blows they go to ads, they show ads when the scoreboard is changing… the boards… the bench…But oh how fuckin hypocritical that Buttface Bettman won’t allow logos on jerseys. Thank the LORD for DVR. —Sick of Ads, Thank GAWD for music
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It’s quite simple, really: the TV stations pay for the rights to broadcast the games, so they put ads in (which they charge companies for) to make back the money they paid to broadcast the games (and then some, usually).
the boy calls pierre penis head…teehee
My favorite is the “Cialis Highlight of the Night” cracks me up every time.
You OB are the master of the TV universe & if you choose you can srtop paying for ads & garbage. IF enough people did it the cable stations would have no choice but to either change the format & make it much less advertising, or pffer the channels for free & then you wouldn’t be paying them, when they have already been payed by the advertisers
dump the landline and cable, keep the internet. better then “tampax highlight of the night” thomas, sorta
get fucking commercial free t.v. via the net. i have it, and not a fucking ad in sight.
Anyone remembers the good old days when cable tv was an ad-free novelty and said lack of ads (except for channels advertising their other shows once a while) was the main reason to go for cable?
Man I feel old now.
I rememeber when tv’s were big, fuck-off monstrosities that basically took up an entire corner of your living room and your mom always had family pictures or plants or some obscure piece of Blue Mountain pottery sitting on a macrame doily on top of the SOLID wood cabinet.
The tv was in black and white and it took like 10 minutes AFTER you turned it on, before you actually got a picture because the tube had to warm up first. Christ, you could almost see the lights dim in the house the second you turned that knob, sucking up the power. It was like flashing up something out of Dr. Frankenstein’s lab. Almost as dangerous too because if you got to close to the screen, you could feel the hair on your arms stand up with the static electricity that was building up on the thing, threatening to electrocute your ass.
And if it wasn’t hooked up to a 35 foot aluminum antenna attached to the side of the house, (you know, the kind you used to climb as a kid to get up on the roof to get your frisbee/baseball/lawn dart?), then you had to contend with the dreaded “rabbit ears” and what looked like a kid’s science experiment gone wrong with all the tin foil and bent wire coat hangers, all strategically placed, of course, to collect the “good tv mojo” floating in the air and get the “optimum” picture quality.
And when they started getting old, the V-hold would always start to go. You’d have to sit and try and watch your show as it slowly scrolled up the screen…continuously. lol Frickin’ annoying!
Forget about any sort of remote control, too. Jesus, for the first 13 years of my life I was the remote.
“Get up and change the channel for your father. The game is on.”
*sigh* trudge trudge, click *snow* click *snow* click “He shoots – He SCORESS!!”
Ah, memories.
http://dsc.discovery.com/technology/tech-1…
I stopped watching TV. Of course, the wife didn’t, so it’s a moot point. I just sit there, strumming my guitar. One evening I realised I was playing the tune from the Weather Channel … over and over.
I jam along with the music in the shows and I jam along with the tunes during the commercials. I jam along with it all … until the wife lets me know I’m playing too loud. Then, I have to start all over again.
you oldsters would remember this http://www.mediacollege.com/video/test-pat…
lol Painy….”This concludes our broadcasting day”
*O Ca-nadaaaaa…..*
Remember this, Painy:
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
This has been a test of the emergency broadcast system. If this had been an actual emergency, you would have been informed immediately of which stations to tune into in your area for more information. The emergency broadcast system is a service made possible through the generous contributions of this station and it’s affiliates. This concludes our test. We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
Yeah, I remember that show PG. Ran for a long time. What, thirty years? and all night. Wasn’t my personal favourite, I found the plotline thin and that white noise, it was a little much. The Chief was a compelling character though, in fact, the only character. Ah brings back memories. Late night TV ain’t what it used to be.
“I’m watching this show about Indians, but it’s real boring, man”
Best Tommy Chong line, ever.
Anybody remember this guy:
http://cache.virtualtourist.com/6/817277-R…
“WLBZ Channel 2, Bang-goah. Send in your cahd or lettah and we’ll get it on foh ya!”
And this guy:
http://www.freewebs.com/staceyscountryjamb…
God! This is giving me flashbacks to my childhood! lol
Saturday morning in Edmonton in the early 70s were a charnel house of trauma-inducing horrors, like this ghastly old ped:
http://www.plaidstallions.com/images/uncle…
and this monument to fiscal and creative frugality:
http://cdn101.iofferphoto.com/img/item/120…
Had to wait until the afternoon for the decent Bugs Bunny/Road Runner cartoons. And yes, kids – those were the days when they actually showed Daffy Duck taking a shotgun blast to the face, picking his bill up off the ground and reattaching it.
who remembers this masterpiece http://robertdavidsullivan.typepad.com/.a/…
I was never one for the House of Frightenstein either, Ivan, although it’s still run in syndication to this day.
The big one for me when I was a tike was on Sundays was Switchback
http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-sn…
followed by Gunsmoke reruns and Space 1999:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/t…
Although, all I really remember of that show was the chick who could morph into a panther or jaguar or whatever.
Oh yeah – that was stanky.
How about this:
http://www.oldfutures.com/Images/starlost.…
A spaceship made of tinker toys, crewed by stalwart Mennonites.
Stan the Man! In the mid 80’s for a while the Ceeb was running episodes of “The Prisoner” on sunday mornings. At the “group home” I was living in, then^^^ we used to time the hungover McGizzard run so that we’d all be settled in front of the telly with our grease and colas by the time it came on.