I thought that when recording something from live TV, the VCR also recorded sounds from the room, as well as keeping the same volume level–so you couldn’t mute the TV, or your video would be soundless, unless you were talking during the recording and your voice was recorded.
I can’t pass up this opportunity!
*Red Adair walked into an Aberdonian pub after two weeks spent putting out a fire in a North Sea oil well. He ordered a pint of heavy and found a table. The man sitting next to him immediately noticed that this rugged-looking elderly fellow was indeed an American and said:
“I’ve been to the States myself, you know. I went there last year.”
“Oh really…” our oil rig hero said in a rather tired voice.
“Aye, I spent a month in California. One night I went to a concert with a famous country singer called Benny Rogers, and…”
“Surely you must mean KENNY Rogers,” Red said, looking at the ceiling.
“Aye, that’s right. Anyway, he sang a duet with a bonnie lass called Polly Darton.”
“It’s DOLLY PARTON, not Polly Darton.” Red was not in the friendliest of moods now.
The man realized that he was making a fool of himself and tried a change of topic:
“Haven’t I seen you on TV? You’re quite famous, aren’t you?”
This made old Red cheer up:
“Indeed you have. I’m Red Adair!” he said with a grin.
“Red Adair?! The REAL Red Adair? So, are you still married to Ginger Rogers?”
*
Where does that bus to Hell board? 
I thought there were two diseases pronounced “Newmonia” and “Penewmonia.” It never dawned on me that I was always reading about one and hearing about the other.
I believe I’ve discussed this before, but here goes.
When I was young I was really weird. I knew about the dimensions, because I got into some of my dad’s physics books back in the day; but for some reason I felt that time was not straight but looped; time, therefore, would repeat itself, over and over and over again. There would be millions of Tashas living out their lives and we always did the same thing with no notion that the one before us had done the exact same thing. For some reason it stuck in my head that it also meant that there would be millions of Abraham Lincolns.
I firmly believed this until I was about 11 years old or so, when my dad gently fixed the misconception when I asked him something involving “one of the other me’s.” I felt like I’d been living a lie all my life.
I was really weird as a child. I also understood the concept of sex but it all seemed so ridiculously retarded to me that I assumed my sister and I were adopted; not because sex was dirty, but that the whole concept seemed stupid and pointless.
It took a long time for me to understand that sex was, in fact, pleasurable. Until about …fifth grade, actually. But when I found that out, I found it out with a vengeance, and henceforth started having sex kind of early (13-14ish).
~Tasha
I wondered why that guy on C.H.I.P.s had such a girly name…Erica Stratta.
I could never keep atheists and Protestants straight. I thought that the encyclopedia said that almost all the presidents were atheists.
I had a teacher who was talking about the ERA once, and she mentioned that she was glad for the feminists. She admitted, though, that some of their ideas were far-fetched. I had never heard this expression before, and I pictured two women in overalls coming over a hill carrying a heavy bucket full of ideas.
We weren’t allowed to watch Three’s Company when I was growing up because it was ‘too adult’ for us. I’d sneak and watch a show every now and then and was confused as to why it was a big deal for Jack to be supposedly gay. According to what I had seen of the show, a homosexual man was a man who liked to act like a woman. So, logically, he just needed to find himself a good lesbian (i.e. a woman who likes to act like a man) to settle down with.
I worked this out visually in my young mind as Jack, in that bar from show, slow dancing with a woman but she would be the one leading as she was the ‘man’.
My sister thought there were two separate Indian tribes, the one she heard about called the “Sue” and the one she read about called the “See-ox.”
I thought the same thing, only about Donna Meche. (Don Ameche)
Also, my mom told me that eating raw potatoes would give you worms. I still have trouble with crunchy potatoes.
Maybe this will make you feel better. When I was about 6, I asked my aunt where babies came from. She told me, quite honestly. “Women have eggs. In order to have a baby, a man must fertilize the eggs for her.” I asked her if I had eggs and she said no, I would get them when I turned into a woman. I spent the next several years imagining that every woman I knew had a jar of eggs. I pictured them to look like tiny onions and thought they all kept them on the top shelf of the corner cabinet (behind the cookies mom put out of reach). When she was ready to have a baby, a man would fertilize her eggs, she would eat them , and a baby grew in her stomach.
I hope it will surprise you all to learn that a great many adults still believe that islands are free floating and bank customers all have their own little boxes behind the windows.
For a while, I was sure that humans were nothing but bags of skin filled with nothing but blood. No bones, no organs.
I knew that kids grew up, but I figured that once people reached a certain height, they had to go off and live in a special land of the giants. I figured that there must be really old people, but I never saw anyone a hundred feet tall. I had no idea how the wrinkly people fit into this scheme.
I was surprised to find out that my mom had a mom of her own. Because she is mom, she can’t have a mom, after all. I was further surprised that mom chose a good mom, who just so happened to be grandma.
Same thing sort of happened to me, but in a more ominous way; my father told me about a neighborhood man who’d abducted a neighborhood kid when he was young and how they’d all found out afterwards that while he had him he would cut the boy with razors and “screw him in the butt.” For years afterward I had nightmare visions of one of those big foot-long screws, and blood…
I should have just asked for clarification. :smack:
Interesting how so many of these have to do with reproduction.
A little girl of my acquaintance was adopted from China, along with her little sister.
They have three little cousins who are all boys, born in Canada.
So the little girl has concluded that boys come from Mommy’s tummy, and girls come from China.
Similarly, for quite a while my son was convinced that boy cats have stripes and girl cats don’t, as he knew three pairs of cats who fit the model. When someone told him that only girl cats are calico, that only reinforced his misunderstanding!
I thought cats were girls and dogs were boys.
I was in the habit of exclaiming “Oh God!” when I dropped something, or caught my jacket on the door latch or whatever. My mother would say “Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain!” So I switched to saying “Oh Lord!” instead.
Poopock (guessing at spelling) is the Serbian word for belly button. My 2 year old calls it her “Pooh Cock”. Hope we can clear up that misunderstanding soon! :eek:
Outsourcing at its best.
They’re not? OK, I guess if I thought about it I would know they had to be attached somewhere.
Or the string gets wet and some might htink that’s enough to have to change. But yeah, I did have a friend who looked at me funny when I implied that I don’t change the tampon every single time I pee.
I believed the red things grew in green olives. And marshmallows grow on marshmallow plants. And Donna Meche.
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[li]I once thought that if you turned off a radio in the middle of a song and then turned it back on the song would resume playing when you turned it back on. I was disappointed when my mom stopped the car in a parking lot as we went into a store, and upon getting back in the car, the song I liked listening to before we got out of the car wasn’t playing anymore.[/li][li]I had a lot of misconceptions about sex and where babies come from, but that would take an entire volume to write, so I’ll just summarize by explaining that I thought babies in women were conceived simply by being around men. I didn’t know they also had to get naked and do stuff. When I got a little older I understood the copulation part but thought that it was the man’s urine that impregnated the woman. I was 11 or 12 before I finally got it all straight.[/li][li]I also used to think the banks kept everyone’s money in separate boxes (granted one could do this with a safety deposit box if he wanted to) but they did this for everyone’s account.[/li][li]Also, along the lines of money, I used to think that writing checks were like instant money, an endless supply of funds. When I wanted something that my mom couldn’t (or just didn’t want to buy for me) she’d tell me that it’s too expensive. “So why don’t you just write a check?” I thought. She tried to explain to me that a check has to be backed by actual money in the bank. but this concept was lost on my six-year-old mind. I have to wonder what kinds of impressions ATMs leave on young children today.[/li][li]When I heard about the “dog pound” I thought they literally pounded all the dogs for punishment. I thought it was like a prison for bad dogs.[/li][li]Lighting was caused by God striking a match and waving it through the sky. I also had this fear if it thundered loudly enough pieces of the sky would come tumbling down to the earth like hug chunks of concrete rubble.[/li][/ul]