There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can roll the image, make it flutter. We can change the focus to a soft blur or sharpen it to crystal clarity. For the next hour, sit quietly and we will control all that you see and hear. We repeat: there is nothing wrong with your television set. You are about to participate in a great adventure. You are about to experience the awe and mystery which reaches from the inner mind to — The Outer Limits.
"The Outer Limits" ran from 1963 to 1965. It had an emphasis on SciFi. I remember as a kid seeing a repeat of an episode with a robot that was made of electricity, at least, as a little kid that's how it looked to me. I hid myself behind a chair but continued to watch it from around the corner. Admittedly, I liked Outer Limits better than Twilight Zone and I think that's because it seemed a bit more scary and less of a psychological drama theme. It also took SciFi themes in fun directions. It is seriously a good one to have in your classic TV show collection.
Everyone in my immediate family except my mother watched this show religiously every week during its run. Mom was a born-again Christian and she may have believed it was against her religion. Or maybe she didn't watch it because she'd been raised as one of eight children on a 40-acre farm, and she thought watching shows like that was unnecessary for the maintenance of life as she grew up knowing it, and therefore undesirable in general, because who knew how long slackers like Dad and my brothers and myself would continue to have time to loll about and engage in such a frivolous pastime? She never said anything like that, y'understand, but I knew what she was thinking, because I was telepathic. I continued to be telepathic for years, but I suppressed my ability after marrying Mrs. Stone, because she's also telepathic, and I was afraid of the neurological heterodyning (feedback screech) that might result if I didn't suppress it. As for her, I'm not sure whether she suppressed her ability, because she claims never to have had it. Some people aren't aware they're telepathic, y'know, and she's evidently one of them.ReplyDelete
Hmm, this comment is turning out to be considerably longer than I thought it'd be. Almost long enough for a post on my own blog, so I maybe I'll also tack it on there to something I was planning to write this morning about Mayan hallucinogenic enemas. I'm sure there's some connection somewhere... all I have to do is find it. Anyway, I'll include a link there to your Outer Limits post here. I think it'll be safe to do that. I hope it'll be safe anyway... that no malevolent cyberbeings will be awakened by the resonance and eat our respective computer systems. Or that if they do, they'll regard the hardware lunch as a sufficient sacrifice, and not go looking for something or somebody else for dessert.