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2008-01-16 05:50 |
[poll] 1960s Television Poll |
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Apropos of a discussion this morning with lasirenadolce, I give you the 1960s television poll. Feel free to discuss your answers in comments. ETA: I meant to write My Three Sons where I put Father Knows Best. Murtherfore, I left off several excellent candidates. I hereby resolve not to try to be clever prior to 6 am any more.
Which 1960s television show does your personal life most resemble?
I Dream of Jeannie — Your SO/housemate does all the chores in a skimpy, culturally misappropriated costume while calling you "master".
2(5.7%)
Bewitched — Your SO/housemate is an independent thinker, but you have the mother-in-law from Hell.
12(34.3%)
Father Knows Best — A house full of boys aching to become men. 'Nuff said.
2(5.7%)
Green Acres — Two words: Arnold and Zsa Zsa. But New York is still where you'd rather be.
11(31.4%)
My Mother the Car — Driven to distraction by the folks at home.
8(22.9%)
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matociquala |
2008-01-16 13:55 (UTC) |
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None of the above. Where's the one about living alone in the tiny apartment with the presumptuous cat?
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etcet |
2008-01-16 14:04 (UTC) |
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Can I have your fabulous estate after the Presumptuous Cat is done dismembering you?
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matociquala |
2008-01-16 14:06 (UTC) |
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my fandom has a one-legged bug-eyed elf |
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That should all bother me more than it does....
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etcet |
2008-01-16 14:42 (UTC) |
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The dismemberment would be a result of offense at being compared to the shrieking sperm baby.
Eraserhead: five hours of my life I'll never get back (why have I seen it three times?)
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etcet |
2008-01-16 13:56 (UTC) |
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I'm the one doing the dishes and mowing the lawn while wearing a kilt. No, lismantchev, I am *not* for rent. She Who Must Be Made Happy would frown most vigorously upon that. ;-)
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It was a toss-up btw Bewitched and Green Acres. My SO is certainly an independent thinker, and her mother is definately from hell... I feel like I'm living in Green Acres sometimes and Seattle would probably be my NYC.
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>> Green Acres — Two words: Arnold and Zsa Zsa.
You have the wrong Gabor sister, Dahlink. Green Acres was Eva.
And I'm starting to worry that your fiction word counts may all be lower than reported.
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delkytlar |
2008-01-16 15:37 (UTC) |
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IDoJ would be nice.
Bewitched is half right, but my m-i-l passed away just before our first anniversary, and she was a lovely lady.
FKB was my parents' house.
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None of the above. They're all about families in which the people involved are profoundly different, and the humor emerges from the differences between them.
I'd have to go with The Addams Family, in which the main characters love each other deeply but are misunderstood by the world at large.
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renatus |
2008-01-16 15:57 (UTC) |
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The Addams Family here, too. Or perhaps the The Munsters, because the Other Half and I are really quite goofy and absent-minded. XD
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Nit: Your description of "Father Knows Best" fits "My Three Sons" better. No wife, no sisters, just dad, uncle, and the three sons of the title.
IIRC, "Father Knows Best" had 1 son, two daughters, and the housewife of all housewives.
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jaylake |
2008-01-16 16:15 (UTC) |
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Argh! Brain fart! That's what I get for trying to be clever at 5:30 in the morning. I *know* that.
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djonn |
2008-01-16 17:42 (UTC) |
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Me, I have to go with Batman -- melodramatic misadventures interrupted by moments of absurd but almost-never-actually-disastrous crisis. Though without the Spandex. And regrettably, without an Alfred.
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Ah, the trouble with 1960s sitcoms: women like me didn't exist...except in one:
The Mary Tyler Moore show (Okay, okay, it was 1970. Best I could do.)
I'd be Mary any day of the week.
Edited at 2008-01-16 06:30 pm (UTC)
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ext_52171 |
2008-01-16 19:31 (UTC) |
Addams Family, I suppose... |
Odd collection of housemates? Check - including the guy with bolts in his neck.
Misunderstood by the world at large? Check and double check. It's rather fun trying to explain ourselves to others, at times.
Large, ornate, but run-down house? Check - heck, we've even got plaster falling off the walls in one room
Mad Scientist laboratory? Almost... we do have the large lightning-rod antennas
Cool theme song? Of course! Available in one of numerous arrangements, even
Now all we need is the endless supply of money and Cousin It. And maybe a butler :)
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pmrabble |
2008-01-16 19:40 (UTC) |
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Laugh-in. My life's a madhouse and I've got no clue what's going to happen next, other than fall over on my trike!
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deborahlive |
2008-01-16 20:03 (UTC) |
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Pittsburgh |
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We actually do climb the pole to make phone calls.
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dinogrl |
2008-01-16 23:11 (UTC) |
No Leave it to Beaver? Aw, GEEEE Wally! |
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I would say none of the above. My household was "The Twilight Zone", followed by "The Outer Limits" (we lived in Montana for crissake), and "Gilligan's Island" thrown in for good measure, because my family was always on a three hour tour, and very, very lost. Then again, it beat living in the "Wonderful World of Disney" day after day.
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lt260 |
2008-01-18 08:36 (UTC) |
Green Acres, Baby! |
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I live this show. I am from a long line of farmers. My wife is Bronx born and raised. We live out in the country where roosters and guinea hens roam and an occassional skunk, possum, or bear will come to visit. I try to talk her into a pig or some dwarf goats but then it takes me about a week to peal her off the ceiling.
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