That was pretty much what I was going after, but apparently I stepped over the line… sorry everyone (I was trying to be funny).
No, lighting the water heater was Christmas Story.
I don’t think I ever saw Christmas Story.
They are in a tank, something is broken, he is unconscious and they get him to describe the procedure in his sleep, as it were.
“The water heater! He’s lighting the gawddam water heater!”
It’s 1941, and a refrigerator. :rolleyes:
It’s actually the other way around. It’s disconcerting that somebody hasn’t done this.
I beg your pardon.
The third reply could have been “I don’t know.”
I’m not sure if one of us is being whooshed or not. I thought you were joking about 1942 instead of 1941. I don’t remember the scene you are referencing (I’ve only seen it once and it was ok), but if you haven’t seen Stripes or Christmas Story you are missing out. Christmas Story is a family movie that is shown in marathon on Dec 25 on one of the Turner networks. In Christmas Story there is a recurring thing about the old oil furnace that the Dad cusses at while trying to fix.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program…
It’s the film 1941, and they are trying to shoot at a Japanese submarine with the tank cannon.
Yes, I know it was a film with John Belushi about fending off an attack by the Japanese on California. I don’t however remember a scene about lighting a refrigerator. I thought you were making a joke calling it 1942.
But really, we shouldn’t hijack this very important topic… what was it again?
Something about Daisy Mae’s ass hanging out of her shorts.
I’ll be in my bunk.
How the heck did we get from Daisy Mae’s ass to John Belushi?
I’ve been married way too long if this is the progression of my thoughts.
Mmm, hot pants and go-go boots–those were the days!
Yes, she was!
Thank you whoever the second voter for option 1 is! You’ve relieved my OCD-ness with this thread. (I’m not really OCD, but I every time I open this thread I’ve been expecting to see that 1 change to a 2.)
Born in '57, the 60s were my growing-up decade. I’m from Pennsylvania, and to me, cutoffs were made from blue jeans cut off substantially above the knee. Bermudas were finished and mass-produced shorts, made out of the same material as casual pants, hemmed, and came down to the knee or slightly higher. They were not the same. Cutoffs were for playing in the woods or knocking about the yard. Bermudas were worn to ball games, barbecues. or for visiting Grandma on Sunday afternoon.
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Coal furnace, hence the clinker.
FWIW, I bought shorts this summer. One pair was denim and the other jersey (or something - for the gym) and they were both called “bermuda” shorts. But I think the purveyors just use that as a length reference…and possibly pocket style too. Both of the web sites had short-, ‘regular-’ and bermuda-style lengths of the same shorts.
I wonder if devilsknew comes from a place where every carbonated beverage is known as “Coke.” Because he/she also thinks all shorts are now called khakis. Or camos? I hope they never work at a place where khakis and blue shirts are the dress code. Hilarity would ensue!
I don’t think you’re “dumb” but I picked the last option. I always thought Bermudas were hemmed shorts at about the knee, and of a nicer material like khaki, definitely not jeans.
Cutoffs are cutoffs regardless of length. Bermudas are hemmed and more tailored. At least that’s the way I always understood them.
I voted for the third option. Bermudas were knee-length (or nearly so) shorts, specifically excluding cut-offs. Cut-offs are just cut-offs, y’know?
Of course, nowadays, they’re just called “shorts”, as no one wear actual shorts any more.
Late 40s male, grew up in NJ near the Jersey Shore.
Well, short shorts made of denim were never called bermuda shorts there. But…
Seems to me, IIRC, some kids had denim cutoffs at or just above the knees. They struck me as kickish, red-neck-y, and just unfortunate, and I was no fashion plate. And it seems the adults, my parents included, referred to any shorts that length as Bermuda shorts. Even if they were boys or men’s swim trunks.
It wasn’t until much later, maybe just after college, when I was not financially able to risk getting the wrong length on jeans I was cutting off, so decided to start at the knees and then take off a little at time, that I tried on a pair I just cut, and thought “Hmmmm, that’s not so bad!”
And FWIW, and it might be germane in this thread, I live uncomfortably close to Bakersfield these days.