YSaC, Vol. 1509: Not the remotest clue
2013 May 9
TV control
I have a JVC remote TV control to go with the JVC TV I posted a few days ago. If interested please call ###-###-####. Thank you
Let’s see now – I wonder who could possibly be interested in the remote control for the TV you posted a few days ago? A random reader on Craigslist? Your cousin Justin? Abe Vigoda?
It couldn’t possibly be, oh, I don’t know, the person who bought the television! Could it?
Or is that this scam – sell the TV for a low price, and then charge 150 bucks for the remote?
Thanks for the post, Ghostie!
Cat Control — I have a JVC remote Cat control. Never worked with any cat I ever had, might work with yours. $1000.
I didn’t know JVC made can openers.
..or shoes…
Free French Prudential Automan
No cushions, you must haul
………
French Prudential Automan Cushions $75
Great condition, match the free item I had up a few days ago.
What a coincidence! I have a set of car keys for the car we sold in 1987. Never thought to post on Craigslist, but I will now. Thanks Sparky!
Personally I think it would be fun to just buy the remote, and then walk around clicking it at random people. And if anyone reacts, you just act like it’s because you hit the right button and made them do it.
You mean everyone doesn’t do this?
*hides remote*
:mashes all the buttons:
Dance, puppet-people, dance!
:maniacal laughter:
I was just thinking that they should make a video game where you can control people by pushing buttons, but then I realized that would describe pretty much every video game ever invented.
As for doing any business with this Sparky, I am not even remotely interested.
Question; did he SELL the TV a few days ago, or just POST it, as he says. I think Craigslist should allow people to edit ads, instead of carving them immutably in stone. It seems so, well, permanent and final. Thats why I contemplate my ads for several days before I actually post them; after all, you have to live with the consequences. Think about that, Meg. Oh, and have a nice day!!
By the way, does everyone know this is Teacher Appreciation Week? I didn’t think so. (sigh) “What do you make as a teacher? I like to think I make a difference- but really I probably only make jack-squat.” Thank God it’sThursday!
We call it So Happy It’s Thursday.
It’s also SMITE DAY!!
/cory/ You can edit CL posts, either through your account, or the link they send you to publish your ad. /end cory/
No.
Yes.
Outer Limits.
Well, obviously the person who bought the TV picked it up out of the trunk of a blue Nissan Sentra parked in front of the public library at 11:45 PM, and paid for it with unmarked bills wrapped in a newspaper and placed in a trash receptacle next to a park bench.
That’s how I bought my blender!
Does this also explain how you came upon that dubious recipe for bacontini smoothies?
Technically it’s a bacon daiquiri.
That’s how I found my husband!
Windy, I believe you misspelled “where”.
That’s how I got my kids!!
OBVIOUSLY!
Well, obviously!
Step 1: Sell TV to cute boy so buried in his work that he’s oblivious to feminine advances.
Step 2: Sell remote to heartbroken girl secretly pining after boy.
Step 3: Sell movie script to Disney as their next Fallon/Barrymore vehicle. (working title: lost+found)
Step 4: Prophet!!!
Maybe because of his long-standing association with Disney, we could get Phil Collins to sell the rights to Turn It On Again for the film.
Because you know, Phil Collins gotta eat.
Well, he does tell us “It’s no Fun being an Illegal Alien.”
OT:
Ermahgerd!!!! I was flipping through the channels early this morning or last night (because I HAVE a remote) and on the screen popped up this movie with Jimmy Fallon and Drew Barrymore. I was kind of taken aback as I had no knowledge that those two had made a movie together. [And as I noted I said so, unto myself]
How serendipitous that you mentioned this today, IT!!!
*must IMDB*
edit: Fever Pitch
As a die-hard Red Sox fan, a mantle bestowed on me by my late grandfather, I have a fondness and kinship with that film that transcends words on a screen.
Anyone who wants to know what it is truly like to be a Sox fan* and the generational and familial interactions with that fandom/obsession throughout 20th century New England should watch that film and ESPN’s Four Days in October.
*read: why we are obsessive, near-delusional idiots with stalker-like levels of attachment to a sports team
The irony, of course, is that Nick Hornby penned the novel about European football. The Farrelly brothers, New England natives, did a brilliant and rather un-Farrelly-like adaptation.
Without a model number, the chances of selling this are remote. It’s like advertising shirts to go with the pants you sold. Buyers need details — make, model, size, color, vibration modes, proper disinfection, etc.
TV, VD, STD, whatever.
TV or not TV. What was the question?
How is babby made?
About 20 years ago, my mother finally decided to get cable TV. She had a little portable in her bedroom, and the reception was sketchy, at best. After the cable was installed, she noticed no improvement, and was disappointed to find she didn’t have any more channels than she had before. A call to the company brought the cable guy out to the house. He picked up the remote, scrolled through all the channels, shrugged and said he couldn’t find anything wrong. That was the first time she noticed the remote. She’d been turning the knob on the set, wondering why it still wouldn’t go past 13.
When we first got cable, back in the days when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth, we had a set-top box with buttons on it. To change the channel you (meaning the kid closest to the set) had to get up and push the button, so we tended to watch the same station regardless of what was on. When we finally got a TV with a remote, it was like magic. You could change the channel while sitting down!
I think I’ll go out on the porch and shake my cane at some kids.
You young whipper-snapers have no idea what it was like in my day! We had to draw a bunch of pictures and thumb through them really fast to tell the story. Get off of my lawn!
Who’re you calling a whippersnapper? Don’t make me come over there and beat you senseless with my AARP card!
In my day, we didn’t have drawing paper. We had to chisel the images in stone, and then the younger, more agile members of the clan were made to juggle them for hours.
In my day we would make the younger, more agile and virile members of the tribe pound their atoms together to make rocks.
We had plenty of rocks, we just liked to watch.
I just realized C””J and kelli were in the box all day and the remote is out here! Hope that didn’t cause them any problems. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Cable Guy!