Ned, thanks for such vivid remembrance of what it used to be like! You really bring memories about scrutinizing the TV guide (and the cable guide) EVERY WEEK. And if something was on? I'd play hooky, stay up till 3 in the morning . . .
Quite welcome, T.I. And yes, I did some of that 3 a.m. skulking too until I learned how to program my newfangled VCR, which seemed a whole lot easier to do when they first came out.
Absolutely, and lest some of the whippersnappers here get the impression that the '80s truly were a dark, technologically deprived age, there
were at least some corner video rental stores around before they were run out of business by the likes of Blockbuster (and I hope a lot of those moms and pops are still alive to revel in the delicious irony of that behemoth's fate). But they rarely had rarer movies like
North to Alaska, and even if they did I didn't dare chance an interaction with
a Chatty Cathy cashier (not all stores were staffed by Silent Bobs) that might go something like this:
cashier: Oh, I've never heard of this movie. What made you want to see it?
me: (in a sedatives-induced spasm of pure transparency) Well, I really get off on tickling women's feet, and there's a scene in this film like that, so I'm just going to take it home and pleasure myself* to it. Now, could I just leave? And sure, I'll take a bag--will come in "handy." [tee hee]
*Millennial Translator:
wank off,
beef-stroke-it-off
Also....how memory can play tricks on you with a scene you've only seen once!
Yes, one of the many mysteries of memory and the mind (just like why some people have a thing about alliteration). I've heard they're starting to take that more into consideration in evaluating eyewitness testimony, and it leaves me with even less faith in humanity than ever before.