Why…I outta.
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One banana, two banana, three banana four,
Good cooks don’t peel bananas any more.
Watch them drive into a wall and make a little bump,
Moe, Larry, Curly, and Shump. 
Hey, you can’t talk to me like that! :mad:
I remember that.
One of the guy’s friends said the jar was “The heart of all creation.” and then his wife opened the jar and pulled everything out of it! At the end everyone was staring at the jar…which now contained the woman’s head…which the guy had cut off! :eek:
Incidentally, that was an adaptation of a Ray Bradbury story called (obviously), “The Jar”.
I was a big Bradbury fan when I was in my early teens. By then I’d already seen the Hitchcock version, so the story didn’t scare me as much. The Bradbury story that really disturbed me was one where a guy realizes that inside his body is a grinning skeleton. He is very, very disturbed by the idea of this skeleton, so much so that one day his wife goes walking on the beach and steps on what she initially thinks is a jellyfish. I never figured out the logistics. That’s one you weren’t going to see on TV.
Crossovers!
You watch one show and the story is continued on another. VCR’s weren’t invented yet, so there was a very good chance you would never see the end of the story.
Happy Days had an episode that was continued on Laverne & Shirley. But I had a very strict bedtime so I wan’t allowed to stay up and watch the end. I have never seen that episode, and now I don’t want to.
I do indeed. Charley was black, his audience not so much. I’d say the same about Darius Rucker now.
‘Saved by the bell’…
‘Degrassi’
'Power Rangers
Crappy pre-teen junk.
‘Fresh Prince’ and
All spin-offs from big sitcoms.
Charlie Pride was what MAD Magazine called a “TV Negro.” In other words, what white folks though a black guy should look like: dark-skinned with Caucasian features.
I was always amazed at how good Mad Magazine was at having writers who could do psychoanalysis without bothering to earn professional credentials. :rolleyes:
That’s why MAD Magazine is funny. It holds a mirror up to ourselves.
Ironically, Eddie Albert had a long-time interest in agriculture (He grew corn instead of grass on his front lawn) and the environment. He gave lectures on agricultural issues like topsoil conservation. I saw him on a talk show one time, and he said he spoke on agriculture in Japan, and all the audience wanted to know about was Arnold, the Stanford-bound pig.
I didn’t get a lot of the jokes on that show until I grew up and watched it on Nick at Nite- like the husband-and-wife carpenters who never finished the remodeling and practically became family. Didn’t the bedroom closet door open up to the outdoors?
You mean Alf and Ralph? They were brother and sister, although they called themselves the Monroe Brothers. Ralph was the female one. She got married to Hank Kimball, the county agent, but the marriage didn’t take because Sam Drucker, who performed the ceremony, let his J.P. license expire.
Played by Mary Grace Canfield. She was also Mr Kravitz’s sister Harriet on Bewitched, temporarily replacing the first Mrs Kravitz (Gladys) when she became terminally ill.
I forgot to mention Dennis the Menace. Dennis was a cute little bundle of mischief and energy in the comic. Jay North was WAY too tall, way too old, and a shitty actor. He stood there with his arms stiff at his sides and mouthed his lines like a robot: ‘Gee, Mr. Wilson!’ ‘Aw, Mom!’ ‘Aw, Dad!’
The black tap-dancing gentleman on the Lawrence Welk show. Arthur Duncan. I actually remember back in the day a neighbor was over watching it with my parents and him saying he was ‘one of the good ones’! I was about 10 and even then I thought it was condescending.
I was pleasantly surprised to see Arthur in one of the '90s episodes of Columbo. He was tap-dancing at the funeral of a Hollywood old-timer.
A very talented man!
What are your acting credentials?
Funny - had the worst brain fart reading the thread title. For some useless, quite unacceptable reason, I somehow read TV shows you hated as a child to mean that TV is the reason you were a hater when you were a kid. (as in - “tv shows that you hated, as a child”)
Quite the Welk/Brady/Hee-Haw slam-down goin on here!
Along with the usual sopa opera/westerns/news/televangelism boring stuff, I particularly took issue with this rather grisly puppet creepiness called Thunderbirds, about a fleet of sea/land/air rescuers, who’ve been, decades later, harkened awesomely by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, as well as hockey broadcaster Jim Hughson’s face.
Not sure if any of that annoying “adventure/folksy” crap was already mentioned, like “The New Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. Listening to its theme song now, it seems relatively innocuous, but at the time ('70?) it made me want to spill and break things.
Along with that was The Daniel Boone Show, again with a bothersome theme: “Daniel Boone was a man, and a biiiiiiiig man…”.
Their vicious, bleed-till-you-die rivals - The Waltons - always bugged the hell outa me because of Richard Thomas’s persistent cheek mole, but I always a dumb soft spot for its harmonica-led theme.
That talking little Freddie The Magic Flute I wanted to honestly fucking kill, and then destroy some more.
Hate is Enough?
The character who got me all “I can’t even…” is the mumbling Flattop Jones, almost as disconcerting as the gentleman with the touque pulled down over his face (with just two eyeholes) in Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids.
And damn you, Robot Arm, for ninja-ing me on the Brothers Spim!