Comments by "SonsOfLorgar" (@SonsOfLorgar) on "Overly Sarcastic Productions"
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@tricksl8r then let me tell you a story of how I realized what a cell phone really means.
On my grandfathers 70th birthday in the early 90'ies, his children and their spouses had bought him a GSM cell phone, one of the first models small enough to actually fit into a pocket when the lid with the mic was folded over the buttons and the antenna was collapsed.
It used the full, credit card sized SIM card behind a NiCd battery that lasted just over two days on standby and maybe two to three hours of active talking.
And just a two row monochrome LCD screen of the same type as the pocket calculators of the same time.
Either way, I didn't umderstand at the party what all the fuzz was about.
A few months later, 7ish years old me was home alone after school, waiting for my parents to come home from work when the phone rang.
I went in to the kitchen and picked it up, turned out it was grandpa.
And the silly git tried to fool me into thinking he was calling from the front entry stairs when there was no phone there, and the nearest phone booth was 300m away at the town bus stop!
So I called him out, but the old geezer insisted I should go out on the balcony to check, so I put the phone handset down on the counter and went out as he asked, and, down on the stairs he sat, talking in that motorola cell phone!
My mind was blown...
(My parents didn't have a cordless phone at home back then, though we probably did have more computers than most other people in the town (four different stationary Apple computers and dial-up internet connected to two of them, not that there was anything to do online yet for a kid who didn't know English)
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