HBO or Skinemax
"Ooh! A boobie!"
OP posting this like it's not an admission of guilt, LOL
Or the Spice channel
Definitely Spice. Or so I'm told.
Spice
100% the Spice channel.
I used to record VHS tapes of Spice channel and sell them to friends, my uncle had a descrambler. Glad to have experienced those heady days of analog piracy.
Ooh! A boobie!
Probably. Maybe.
...elbow?
If you flipped back and forth sometimes it would be clearer for a second
Or between "programs" the channel would clear up for a minute or more.
Aayyyeee. You know what's up lol.
The tv we had growing up, if you had the channel info box up, it would lock the scramble scroll in place, so you had a pretty decent picture. My adulthood insomnia is to blame for those late night sessions of creeping around the house in search of titillation.
you misspelled "the coolest kid on your block"
I have a distinct memory of waking up with my hand in my pants, The static channel on TV, and my father angry disappointed at me on his way out the door to work.
Oops.
Me: "I saw a boob!"
I remember good porn music.
*Good music. The porn wasn't guaranteed.
I remember my TV getting "TV1000", some local paid channel I guess, with straight up porn coming on right at midnight. But it was encoded in a way that you could see everything with perfect picture, but the colors were inverted. So everyone looked very blue, and had blackish teeth and white shadows between their teeth.
Still though. The hardcore sex was good. 🙃
I heard moaning and saw a boob!
Scamblevision.
I'm too young apparently. I do miss television static though. Especially because cosmic microwave background.
My tv played the audio too!!
Most of the cable scrambling methods didn't f over audio. But it was kinda wild west so ymmv
Am I the only one who grew up with a black box?
HoTime
Sometimes it would just be the audio and you sit real close to the TV with the sound real low and your hand on the off button. Staring at the lines hoping to see something
It was the Disney Channel!
Yeah, we found a way to bypass the parental lock on our old C-Band satellite system. The glory days.
I see a river flowing into a swamp
