Pringles! … here is my info … give me a shipping address to send my laptop
Ron A. Rausch
3295 Princess St
Kingston, ON K7L 1C2
Mother’s maiden name Colunga
SIN 083 704 486
Geo coordinates 44.253199, -76.426152
Phone 613-533-1643
Country code 1
Birthday May 23, 1961
Age 62 years old
Tropical zodiac Gemini
Username Fortiong61
Password Ahl1iePai2u
Visa 4539 2318 8318 6333
Expires 8/2026
CVV2 373
Company Life Map
Occupation Pipelayer
Height 5’ 7" (170 centimeters)
Weight 237.4 pounds (107.9 kilograms)
Blood type B+
UPS tracking number 1Z 150 293 65 9808 210 7
Western Union MTCN 1805921668
MoneyGram MTCN 02591927
Favorite color Blue
Vehicle 1993 BMW 856
(if you read this far and actually believe this …
I generated the info from
www . fakenamegenerator . com)
That may work for them, but not my grandma. She just turned 98! I couldn’t fathom teaching her to use a minimalist, multifunction, touch sensitive remote… let alone how to navigate multiple, terrible UI’s. It’s the only reason my parents still have conventional cable.
Is there some kind of law that consumer electronics have to have a terrible UI? It’s pretty much just smartphones and computers that don’t totally suck.
98! wow … lucky you … if my grandmother was still around, I’d operate everything for her myself and allow her to use me as her personal butler. I’d want to make her life as easy as possible.
Good for you and I hope she is happy and well … we should be so lucky to see as much life as she has … my best wishes to her and your family.
Thank you for your praise and understanding. My family and I do what we can to ensure she’s comfortable and taken care of. Her husband, my grandpa, passed in '94. We like to joke that she sapped his life force in order to carry on. Sometimes she starts talking to us in Tagalog, but I’m a second gen half-breed who never learned the language outside of important food items. It’s an adventure, if nothing else.
I’m Indigenous Canadian and I remember living with my 90 year grandfather in the 1980s … he was an Ojibway/Cree hunter trapper who was born in the bush and lived on the land all his life and he was a first world war veteran (he never saw action but he was the first in our family to see Europe). He only spoke our language and knew just a few English words (which is amazing because he had been to England and back and never bothered to learn English). Our whole family spoke our language so we were freely able to listen to all his stories. We took lots of pictures back then but for some strange reason, we don’t have many photos of him. We just took for granted that he was there and that someone, somewhere was taking pictures … but it turned out that not enough people did.
I only remember bits and pieces because I was a wild kid that never sat at home … now I just wish I had spent more time with him, taken photos and even video recorded him. I’ll always remember him sitting outside our front door in the summer in his warm wool clothes soaking up the warm sun. We live in a cold part of the country so the sun and warmth were always important to him. He had so much history, so much information and so much to share … I will forever feel bad about losing all that.
Which is why I want to say … take lots of photos … record a video … record her voice, even if you don’t understand … record as much as possible and often … those recordings, the pictures and the sounds will become precious memories you’ll treasure for life. I remember what my grandfather sounded like … but I just wish I could hear him again.
That’s very kind and heartwarming to hear. Thankfully, my mother and other relatives are quite the archivists. There is no end to the pictures, scrapbooking, and a few series of videos about “adventures with GG.” What she does try to get across, we listen. I’ll hold onto what memories I can, as I have with my long-gone grandfather. Bit of a scoundrel and card shark, from what I’ve learned and remember. Had a regular game a couple nights a week (one of my uncles was an easy mark). Late dinners of excellent Filipino food GG prepared. Thank you for bringing up those memories.
We just took for granted that he was there and that someone, somewhere was taking pictures … but it turned out that not enough people did.
That is true for most of our pasts pre-smartphone. This is nowhere near as important as your grandfather, but I don’t have any pictures of my first dog. I had her for 14 years and if I took any pictures of her, I’ve lost them. I can never see what she looked like again and every year, what she looked like fades a little more.
Coffee in the case of Janeway … Or candy … or chips … Or donuts … Or an herbal tea
You just offer a distraction and the adult will step aside.
I know because you can give me a bag of chips and I’ll let you do whatever you want to my laptop.
Pringles?
me nefariously installing linux on your laptop
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Pringles! … here is my info … give me a shipping address to send my laptop
Ron A. Rausch
3295 Princess St
Kingston, ON K7L 1C2
Mother’s maiden name Colunga
SIN 083 704 486
Geo coordinates 44.253199, -76.426152
Phone 613-533-1643
Country code 1
Birthday May 23, 1961
Age 62 years old
Tropical zodiac Gemini
Username Fortiong61
Password Ahl1iePai2u
Visa 4539 2318 8318 6333
Expires 8/2026
CVV2 373
Company Life Map
Occupation Pipelayer
Height 5’ 7" (170 centimeters)
Weight 237.4 pounds (107.9 kilograms)
Blood type B+
UPS tracking number 1Z 150 293 65 9808 210 7
Western Union MTCN 1805921668
MoneyGram MTCN 02591927
Favorite color Blue
Vehicle 1993 BMW 856
(if you read this far and actually believe this …
I generated the info from
www . fakenamegenerator . com)
Letting the real secrets out.
That may work for them, but not my grandma. She just turned 98! I couldn’t fathom teaching her to use a minimalist, multifunction, touch sensitive remote… let alone how to navigate multiple, terrible UI’s. It’s the only reason my parents still have conventional cable.
Is there some kind of law that consumer electronics have to have a terrible UI? It’s pretty much just smartphones and computers that don’t totally suck.
98! wow … lucky you … if my grandmother was still around, I’d operate everything for her myself and allow her to use me as her personal butler. I’d want to make her life as easy as possible.
Good for you and I hope she is happy and well … we should be so lucky to see as much life as she has … my best wishes to her and your family.
Thank you for your praise and understanding. My family and I do what we can to ensure she’s comfortable and taken care of. Her husband, my grandpa, passed in '94. We like to joke that she sapped his life force in order to carry on. Sometimes she starts talking to us in Tagalog, but I’m a second gen half-breed who never learned the language outside of important food items. It’s an adventure, if nothing else.
I’m Indigenous Canadian and I remember living with my 90 year grandfather in the 1980s … he was an Ojibway/Cree hunter trapper who was born in the bush and lived on the land all his life and he was a first world war veteran (he never saw action but he was the first in our family to see Europe). He only spoke our language and knew just a few English words (which is amazing because he had been to England and back and never bothered to learn English). Our whole family spoke our language so we were freely able to listen to all his stories. We took lots of pictures back then but for some strange reason, we don’t have many photos of him. We just took for granted that he was there and that someone, somewhere was taking pictures … but it turned out that not enough people did.
I only remember bits and pieces because I was a wild kid that never sat at home … now I just wish I had spent more time with him, taken photos and even video recorded him. I’ll always remember him sitting outside our front door in the summer in his warm wool clothes soaking up the warm sun. We live in a cold part of the country so the sun and warmth were always important to him. He had so much history, so much information and so much to share … I will forever feel bad about losing all that.
Which is why I want to say … take lots of photos … record a video … record her voice, even if you don’t understand … record as much as possible and often … those recordings, the pictures and the sounds will become precious memories you’ll treasure for life. I remember what my grandfather sounded like … but I just wish I could hear him again.
That’s very kind and heartwarming to hear. Thankfully, my mother and other relatives are quite the archivists. There is no end to the pictures, scrapbooking, and a few series of videos about “adventures with GG.” What she does try to get across, we listen. I’ll hold onto what memories I can, as I have with my long-gone grandfather. Bit of a scoundrel and card shark, from what I’ve learned and remember. Had a regular game a couple nights a week (one of my uncles was an easy mark). Late dinners of excellent Filipino food GG prepared. Thank you for bringing up those memories.
That is true for most of our pasts pre-smartphone. This is nowhere near as important as your grandfather, but I don’t have any pictures of my first dog. I had her for 14 years and if I took any pictures of her, I’ve lost them. I can never see what she looked like again and every year, what she looked like fades a little more.