Peep Show

Remember when TV stations had local programing?  You do?  Then you must be as old as Perry Block.  For those under forty, let me explain. Back in the golden era of television, stations would do anything to gain viewers and improve ratings. One of the most effective ways to accomplish this was by bringing local children into the studio for fifteen seconds of fame.  

Every station in our viewing area (all three of them) had a “Santa Show” where the kids would sit on Santa’s lap and stare dumbfounded at the camera while Santa attempted to gain their attention long enough to learn who they were and what they wanted for Christmas. (A ridiculous premise since he’s already supposed to know those things.)

My favorite local show was Uncle Zeb’s Cartoon Camp. It came out of channel 8 in Tulsa. Uncle Zeb dressed like an old prospector and was forever popping adult oriented one-liners. If the temperature was below freezing, like it is here today, Zeb would proclaim, “Hey, kids, it’s Brass Billy Goat weather out there.”

If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the host of our weekly program is Elmyra “Babs” Wisoff-Fields.  If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF  Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.

copyright - Randy Maize
copyright – Randy Maize

“Hey, Randy, why do you think they boarded up the windows like that and spray-painted ‘No Trespassing’ on the building?”

“To attract attention. It’s a new marketing ploy.”

“That doesn’t make much sense.”

“Sure it does. Anytime you tell people NOT to do something, they can’t help but do it. For example, hang a ‘Wet Paint’ sign on a park bench and see how many people touch it to see if it’s wet.”

“Ah, that explains the gaps between the plywood.”

“Exactly, they’ll line up in droves to peek through those cracks.”

“But isn’t that the home of a supermarket gossip rag?”

“Yep, The National Inquirer.”

Uncle Zeb
Uncle Zeb
Advertisements

37 Comments on “Peep Show

  1. LOL your quirky story lines never cease to amaze me. 😀
    If I were a kid, there is no way I’d go anywhere near Uncle Zeb!!

    Like

  2. Now, Russell, that comment about me is wholly unfounded and untrue! Yes, I’m older than some folks but certainly not all THAT old! I do remember some of the children’s shows in Philadelphia back in the day, however. The Edwin Booth Show was my particular favorite although it was oddly yanked off the air when I was ten. And I always loved Charlemagne and Friends. Those were the days …. I just can’t get into that newfangled TV like Howdy Doody and whatever else!

    Like

  3. lol and it’s so true about the no “tressrassing” thing. to some it looks more like an invitation 🙂 i’ve always liked the older cartoons–tom&jerry,the flintstones,bugs bunny,ninja turtles,etc the newer ones,especially ones like spongebob fill kids’ heads with rubbish.cow&chicken made me feel stupid ,not sure if they’re still playing that one at cartoon network

    Like

  4. I’m inclined to say that I recall the temptation to do what’s forbidden goes back to Adam and Eve. But I’m not going to go there because that implies I was also present, possibly slithering around a tree, and that might give the impression that I’m older than Perry.

    Like

  5. A comic observation on human nature. I’m not familiar with the National Inquirer but I assume that’s some form of irony? Good one again.

    Like

  6. Pingback: Friday Fictioneers – Violation | The Blurred Line

  7. Wow, I didn’t know anyone was older than Perry!! I really enjoyed this one, Russ. Reminds me of an “I Love Lucy” where Lucy and Ethel were trying to put a painting back in a gallery while there were people in the gallery. The two of them started looking up at the ceiling and when everyone else was looking, too, they hurriedly returned the art. (Or more or less that way.)

    janet

    Like

  8. Ah, contrariness and insatiable curiosity. No matter how many times we hear about that cat, it never does seem to sink in, does it? Of course, if it did, we’d probably still be hunter-gatherers. But then again, paparazzi would be out of a job. Great take on the prompt!

    Like

    • I clicked the link. Interesting story about Torey. I don’t know what caused me to reflect on those days, but it sure seemed to bring back memories for a lot of people.

      Like

  9. I watched Romper Room, Captain Kangaroo, and Adventure Time. I remember those days, that was back when there was decent programming to watch.

    Like

  10. Spot on observation of those with ‘enquiring minds’, in other words: nosey! And yes, I would take a peek too but only in the interests of science… Ahem.

    Like

  11. Hi, Neat post. There’s an issue together with your site in web explorer, would
    check this? IE still is the market chief and a huge portion
    of people will miss your excellent writing because of this
    problem.

    Like

  12. I am really enjoying the theme/design of your blog. Do you ever run into any internet browser
    compatibility issues? A handful of my blog audience have complained about my website not operating correctly in Explorer but
    looks great in Safari. Do you have any advice to help fix this problem?

    Like

I'd love to hear from you

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Mandie Hines Author

Horror, Psychological Thrillers, Flash Fiction, and Poetry

The Phantom Rem

Stories From Within

Lorna's Voice

Finding ways to make words sparkle

The Incoherent Ramblings Of A Moose

This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.

Sharing sarcasm, snark, and satire with the world...

Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.

Problems With Infinity

Confessions of a Delusional Maniac

ParkInkSpot

I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.

TheDustSeason

All the Blogging That's Fit To Print

www.immodiumabuser.com

AS I TOLD THE GIRL THAT I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO, THANKS FOR LAUGHING AT ME HERE TODAY.

Dimitris Melicertes

I don't write, I touch without touching.

Lame Adventures

A Humor Blog

Linda Vernon Humor

Stylistically Abusing Language for the Betterment of Mankind

TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND

Straight up with a twist– Because life is too short to be subtle!

Lori Ericson, Author

An author's perspective of mystery and more.

The Best Things in Life

And the worst things. And all that weird stuff in between.

%d bloggers like this: