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| Thank God none of my friends ever found out about this, and I'd all but forgotten about it myself until now. When I was 6 or 7, my father came up with his own pseudo-remote, which he was very proud of and I thought was about the most embarassing thing ever. He had a TV at the foot of his bed that he would otherwise have had to sit up to change channels on, so he fixed up a large dowel with a notch in the end. Apparently having amazingly prehensile toes, he could somehow change channels by holding the dowel between his toes and turning it. No, I don't think I inherited that particular talent, if anyone's wondering. Oops, I'm late to go see my therapist--gotta go! |
| Posts: 102 | Location: Galveston, Texas | Registered: September 27, 2004 |
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| We not only had one of the dog-whistle on/off remotes, but my dad somehow found an aftermarket remote that could be installed on a television with knobs.
The thing attached to the front of the television, sliding two motors over the knobs for UHF and VHF. You plugged that into the wall behind the TV, then had a remote that operated the motor unit. Push a button and *KERCHUNK*, the motor turned the knob, changing the channel. If I remember right, there were two channel buttons on the remote, one to control the UHF knob and one to control the VHF knob.
We had that installed on a 13" black and white TV that lived in our kitchen for many, many years. That was one of the enduring sounds of my childhood- cooking shows on PBS punctuated intermittently by the *KERCHUNK* of the remote. |
| Posts: 394 | Location: Waco, Tx | Registered: July 24, 2009 |
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