Correct! It is a sink. The last time I saw one was in high school shop class, for washing up.
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Here's to the girls out there that knew how to really have fun
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Yep they are sinks, mainly used in places where there are hazardous materials. You can easily get your whole arm or head in it to wash bad stuff off.
I'm pretty sure fire drills are an OSHA requirement depending on the size of the facility. And roll calls had to be taken, nobody was allowed to skip.
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Yes it is a sink.
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When we were kids we found this old beat up bicycle rim that was in the bushes at the corner. We decided to try to hit the street light with the rim. When it did hit, the light would go out for about 5 minutes. When it started getting dark and the light came on we'd throw the rim up and cut the light out about 4 or 5 times. Eventually our mom's would start yelling names because it was dark. One mom would start and then next thing you know 4 to 6 mom's are putting on an orchestra of name calling throughout the entire neighborhood. We'd try to bullshit them by saying the light wasn't on yet.
Well, that was San Jose, CA, just before it got converted to being silicone valley. The cops at that time needed to force certain types of folks out of town, or lock them up, just to make the city appear friendly to big investors.
How many had one of these fancy gadgets at home when growing up? My foster mom had the second from the right in the basement, and used it every time she did laundry. She refused even the notion of a modern machine of the time (1980s). She would really hate the high efficiency machines they sell these days.
This must have been "after my time." Who are these people?
I didn't care that much for Bobby Sherman, but David Cassidy... He was my heartthrob! My sister (a year younger than me) and I got to go to a David Cassidy concert at the Civic Stadium in Portland, OR when he played there. I don't remember the year, exactly, but I do remember green apple flavored bubble gum. I was chewing that during the concert, and the smell of green apples now always reminds me of being at that concert. I remember a fat girl hanging off the balcony above us, screaming, and thinking "I hope she doesn't fall on me!"
The 1st VJs (Video Jockeys) on MTV, a huge cable TV sensation when it began in the 1980's.
Oh, I loved it back when MTV actually played music videos. I got into a tad bit of trouble one night. I stayed up to watch Ozzy Osbourne Live despite having exams the next day. I wasn't watching the time. It was 2:30AM when I finally noticed how late it was, and I had to be up at 6 to get ready and take the bus.
As for what they show now, they may as well just go unplugged, literally... and off the air forever.
I remember my mom havin one similar to the one you said you had' my brother and I used to run everything we could find through that wringer, we always tried to get each others hair or clothing fed into it
My thoughts exactly
I was just watching Toy Story and remembered back when I had a Mr. Potato Head and you had to use your own actual potato. It was just a collection of plastic eyes, ears, noses, lips, etc. that you stuck in a real potato.
And what was that thing called that looked like a tablet, but it was a dark sticky back panel with a translucent plastic sheet on the front, so you could draw on it with a stylus or your fingernail and then lift the top sheet and erase it all. Remember those? Being a budding artist, even as a little kid, I went through a few of those with all my drawings.
Back to Toy Story. I love those movies.
And what was that thing called that looked like a tablet, but it was a dark sticky back panel with a translucent plastic sheet on the front, so you could draw on it with a stylus or your fingernail and then lift the top sheet and erase it all. Remember those? Being a budding artist, even as a little kid, I went through a few of those with all my drawings.
Back to Toy Story. I love those movies.
Ah yes, those tablet looking things. They were great for doodling. The Etch-a-sketch had nothing on that. I always preferred to do my drawings with a pencil, pen, or "stylus" than to turn knobs to attempt something.I was just watching Toy Story and remembered back when I had a Mr. Potato Head and you had to use your own actual potato. It was just a collection of plastic eyes, ears, noses, lips, etc. that you stuck in a real potato.
And what was that thing called that looked like a tablet, but it was a dark sticky back panel with a translucent plastic sheet on the front, so you could draw on it with a stylus or your fingernail and then lift the top sheet and erase it all. Remember those? Being a budding artist, even as a little kid, I went through a few of those with all my drawings.
Back to Toy Story. I love those movies.
I guess the Etch-a-Sketch taught manual dexterity, but really, it was so much more satisfying to make a REAL picture on that tablet thing than the blocky crap I produced on the Etch-a-Sketch. I got better with it over time, but still, you couldn't make perfect curving lines without some kind of jiggle, and then you had to shake it and start over. VERY frustrating. Kept me out of trouble, though, LOL!
Did you ever make a "window" in the graphite powder so you could see what the mechanism in there looked like? I used to do that, too.
Did you ever make a "window" in the graphite powder so you could see what the mechanism in there looked like? I used to do that, too.
I had an adoptive bother. He broke things to see how they worked. Thing is, he didn't use the information to do anything constructive. That is also why I never had toys last longer than a week. Not even my stupid dolls were free from being disassembled / destroyed. As fun as the Big Wheel was, it could not be used in pieces. He never grew out of doing that shit.
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He would make a good quality control inspector.
One of my greatest accomplishments in my work life as a technical support engineer was when I finally was able to replicate an ongoing customer error in some of our equipment. Our test department always ran test commands serially one after the other waiting for responses. I was just thinking out of the box one day and sent commands super fast not waiting for responses and managed to break the firmware. Showed it to the designer and he found the error in the firmware. The customer was happy, my company was happy, and my wife was happy as I got a bonus $$$.
So long story short is sometimes breaking stuff is a good thing...
One of my greatest accomplishments in my work life as a technical support engineer was when I finally was able to replicate an ongoing customer error in some of our equipment. Our test department always ran test commands serially one after the other waiting for responses. I was just thinking out of the box one day and sent commands super fast not waiting for responses and managed to break the firmware. Showed it to the designer and he found the error in the firmware. The customer was happy, my company was happy, and my wife was happy as I got a bonus $$$.
So long story short is sometimes breaking stuff is a good thing...
My youngest brother took things apart to see how they worked, but then he could put them back together again, and they STILL worked. He constructed his first working lamp out of an empty peanut butter jar when he was six years old. Blew my mom's mind. He asked her for a light bulb, she gave him one with some misgivings, and that lamp actually worked. It kept falling over because it was top-heavy, so Mom suggested he put rocks in the jar, and he did. Problem solved. But that's how his brain worked. He figured out how to make a lamp, but couldn't figure out how to stabilize the base.
My other brother, on the other hand, broke stuff. I remember my dad buying him a Tonka dump truck for Christmas one year, and my dad took the demo truck off the display and jumped on it a couple of times. When it didn't break (of course, because it was made of STEEL), then he said it was OK and got it for my brother. Both brothers turned out to be geniuses, and both are in the computer programming business to this day.
My other brother, on the other hand, broke stuff. I remember my dad buying him a Tonka dump truck for Christmas one year, and my dad took the demo truck off the display and jumped on it a couple of times. When it didn't break (of course, because it was made of STEEL), then he said it was OK and got it for my brother. Both brothers turned out to be geniuses, and both are in the computer programming business to this day.
The only thing the brat ever did that he could have turned into a career was lock picking. Unfortunately, he would rather be a thief than earn an honest buck. He is now living off the dime of the tax payers because of one of his incidents that caused him to break his spine in multiple places. He never believed in karma.He would make a good quality control inspector.
One of my greatest accomplishments in my work life as a technical support engineer was when I finally was able to replicate an ongoing customer error in some of our equipment. Our test department always ran test commands serially one after the other waiting for responses. I was just thinking out of the box one day and sent commands super fast not waiting for responses and managed to break the firmware. Showed it to the designer and he found the error in the firmware. The customer was happy, my company was happy, and my wife was happy as I got a bonus $$$.
So long story short is sometimes breaking stuff is a good thing...
Now Tonka makes plastic trucks.
Had some of those old ones as a kid, damn near indestructible. Still in my mom's basement, been played with by multiple kids of another generation and ready to be handed down to a third.
That's it! I just looked online, and they're still making something called Magic Slate, but they seem to be electronic now. LCD screens instead of plastic. Where's the fun in that?
My foster parents had a Honda Big Red. Their grandsons which were around my age rode it all the time, and got me to take it out for rides.
One went out bow hunting, and came back with a broken leg, after riding with one leg sticking out to try to counter-balance the gear, and hit a tree with that leg.
The other one went out just trail riding, and came back with a broken arm.
After that, I went out trail riding. As I was going across a large puddle in the path, it flipped over. I pushed the bike off me. I discovered there was a large rock in the puddle that never used to there. Somebody had been messing with the trails. I rode back, hosed off myself and the bike, and went back in the house.
After a few calls, some men went out to check all the trails for more traps. 2 guys camping nearby (illegally) were arrested for setting traps meant to cause serious bodily harm. The rock was apparently nothing compared to others that were found.
But the BigRed was such fun. It's a shame they had to stop making them. The 4 wheelers aren't much safer anyways.
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I was always amazed by those. Used to walk down to the drug store from my grandma's house to buy those and the other thing I always got there was something I don't remember the name of and don't know if I can describe well. It was a tube (like a toothpaste tube) with some kind of plastic like substance that formed into a bubble or ball. Anybody know what I'm talking about?All the kids had these
Seriously though, I did have one of these, not sure which model year, 1971 I think. A green Manta Stingray, 5 speed. I thought I was the coolest kid on the block.
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I had a green stingray too, saved and saved till that wonderful day I got to go get itSeriously though, I did have one of these, not sure which model year, 1971 I think. A green Manta Stingray, 5 speed. I thought I was the coolest kid on the block.
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Fizzies! I loved that stuff. My favorite was root beer Fizzies.
And thank God for those pop-on erasers, right? I mean, who was the genius that thought one little pea-sized eraser would be good for a whole pencil?
I remember that Vac-U-Form, but we didn't have one. I think one of the neighbor kids did.
And my brother got a brand spankin' new Pea Picker Stingray (Pea Picker was the color), back in 1967 or 1968, around that time. It was much lower to the ground than the one in the picture, so maybe it was just set up different, but I think the wheels were smaller, too. I don't think it had speeds on it, though, it was a manual back then, but it had the sissy bar, banana seat and long handlebars. I wanted to ride that bike SO bad, because I had an old Schwinn that was made before I was born, with great big wheels and rock backward on the pedal type brakes (the Stingray had hand brakes, how MODERN!). So one day the parents left to go shopping, and I intimidated my brother into letting me ride the Stingray up and down our street for a bit, completely forgetting that my dad ALWAYS forgot his checkbook. (In reality, I think that was just his excuse for coming back to the house after 5 or 10 minutes to see if we were getting "up to something.") Anyway, I was flying down the street on Mark's bike, when Mom and Dad came around the corner and there we were, face to face. BUSTED, big time. I got in so much trouble. Never did get to ride that Stingray again, and I never got one of my own.
All the other things I put a "heart face" like on, I remember having or doing. The Crisco can with the key. SPAM also had a key. I dunno, maybe it still does. The last can I opened did, but that was a long time ago.
And what was the point of that stuff that came out of the tube in a bubble? I remember that stuff. It made a bubble, but it was rigid and you could crush it. I don't remember what the point of that was supposed to be.
OMG, I have the windows open, and the smell of SKONK just started wafting in here. The dogs must be chasing Flower again. (Flower and one of his or her siblings live in our garage, and we haven't been able to get rid of them.) They're usually very polite and don't spray, as long as you don't scare them. Which has nothing to do with "old times" but now I guess I need to get up and close the windows on that side of the house. Gack!
And thank God for those pop-on erasers, right? I mean, who was the genius that thought one little pea-sized eraser would be good for a whole pencil?
I remember that Vac-U-Form, but we didn't have one. I think one of the neighbor kids did.
And my brother got a brand spankin' new Pea Picker Stingray (Pea Picker was the color), back in 1967 or 1968, around that time. It was much lower to the ground than the one in the picture, so maybe it was just set up different, but I think the wheels were smaller, too. I don't think it had speeds on it, though, it was a manual back then, but it had the sissy bar, banana seat and long handlebars. I wanted to ride that bike SO bad, because I had an old Schwinn that was made before I was born, with great big wheels and rock backward on the pedal type brakes (the Stingray had hand brakes, how MODERN!). So one day the parents left to go shopping, and I intimidated my brother into letting me ride the Stingray up and down our street for a bit, completely forgetting that my dad ALWAYS forgot his checkbook. (In reality, I think that was just his excuse for coming back to the house after 5 or 10 minutes to see if we were getting "up to something.") Anyway, I was flying down the street on Mark's bike, when Mom and Dad came around the corner and there we were, face to face. BUSTED, big time. I got in so much trouble. Never did get to ride that Stingray again, and I never got one of my own.
All the other things I put a "heart face" like on, I remember having or doing. The Crisco can with the key. SPAM also had a key. I dunno, maybe it still does. The last can I opened did, but that was a long time ago.
And what was the point of that stuff that came out of the tube in a bubble? I remember that stuff. It made a bubble, but it was rigid and you could crush it. I don't remember what the point of that was supposed to be.
OMG, I have the windows open, and the smell of SKONK just started wafting in here. The dogs must be chasing Flower again. (Flower and one of his or her siblings live in our garage, and we haven't been able to get rid of them.) They're usually very polite and don't spray, as long as you don't scare them. Which has nothing to do with "old times" but now I guess I need to get up and close the windows on that side of the house. Gack!
I just went and looked up Stingrays, and it seems like all the ones with hand brakes also had shifters (?) but some had the small front wheel, which is what my brother had. It was very racy looking. And the sissy bar was adjustable, I forgot that. So his stuck WAY up in the air, while most pictures of Stingrays have them set at their lowest position. Anyway, it was a COOL BIKE.