I don’t know if the usage is universal or not, but I recall anthropologists study ‘shame cultures’ and ‘guilt cultures’. Guilt is internally imposed by an individual to sustain a societal structure, whereas shame is externally imposed by others to sustain a social structure. Seems like blushing is more indicative of internal feelings of guilt.
Oz night was also always fudge night… Mom always made a batch of REAL fudge.
Those flying monkeys still freak the crap outta me.
My first one had fewer dials than there were TV stations. If I remember correctly, I had to decide which tv stations to program. I left the one on the far right as a “floater”,
“Jump in the bed of the pickup and I’ll take you to the store/school/work”
StG
We used broken bits of brick from the street paving to write on the sidewalk.
You: Mom! How cold is it outside?
Mom: I don’t know, call “time & temperature”.
This was a Big Deal to us farm kids when we visited our cousins in the city.
I came home from work one day and was accosted by my pre-pre-school son launching himself off the back of the couch onto my shoulders. As I was processing this blur of green (felt robe and cap, belt, and tights) he yelled “I’m Mary Martin Peter Paaaaaannn!!!”
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Hypno-Toad, my mom still laughs at how she could never get the coins in the toll booth basket, and we’d all end up running around the car picking up dimes, with a line of cars honking behind us.
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My “something from childhood” persisted until the late 70s: a city that only used four digits for phone numbers.
And this was a good-sized town. It was the county seat and a college town.
I remember throwing coins into a basket from the car at the toll booth.
“Somebody’s gotta go back and get a shitload of dimes.”
My father, who passed away in the 1970s, was quite the techie for his day and age, and I’m pretty confident that he would have understood the word “transponder”. I can’t drive through an EZ-Pass without imagining a conversation in which I explain to him how it works.
When the channel knob on our “big” TV broke, we changed the channels with pliers. Fixing the knob was too expensive.
The Wizard of Oz was every Easter as well.
Not just pliers, channel locks. Actually vice grips, but channel lock was funnier.
Another is g=c800:5, for low-level formatting that new 10, 20, or (woohoo!) 40 MB hard drive on a PC.
Fixing an electronic device by hitting it.
I had an AM radio in my 1975 AMC Hornet. (and only an AM radio–those were the days) It would randomly start buzzing. The only thing that fixed it was a hard knock to the dashboard. Really hard. I discovered that by accident in a fit of rage one day.
Yeah I think my first was 20 MB. I would have to zip and un zip stuff to go from one application to another.
Dude, are you a sysop?