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	<title>Comments on: Firsts</title>
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		<title>By: Authorguy James</title>
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		<dc:creator>Authorguy James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 01:02:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember when my mom got me my first answering machine for my fledgling publishing enterprise. We all thought it was tres cool, and moreso when we got a fake Henry Kissinger recording for the outgoing message.

And actually, the Little Whatsit is in Book Three, out in October. Book Two (which you linked to) has an honest-to-God Great Whatsit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember when my mom got me my first answering machine for my fledgling publishing enterprise. We all thought it was tres cool, and moreso when we got a fake Henry Kissinger recording for the outgoing message.</p>
<p>And actually, the Little Whatsit is in Book Three, out in October. Book Two (which you linked to) has an honest-to-God Great Whatsit.</p>
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		<title>By: swells</title>
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		<dc:creator>swells</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 16:14:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandma called the garbage disposal Grendel, and would feed the monster after dinner.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandma called the garbage disposal Grendel, and would feed the monster after dinner.</p>
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		<title>By: Mike N.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mike N.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 15:33:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;d like to throw a shout out to the pager.  I worked in film production pre-cell phone days for a number of years, mostly as a miserable PA, running around town picking up rental items for the production.  It was a comforting freedom being away from the set or production office, driving a cube truck around away from real authority.  These were the only times you could relax and even goof off a little - go for a long lunch.  The production manager had no idea how long it really took to pick up scaffolding, tables &amp; chairs for catering, the director&#039;s favorite gin, etc.  They had to wait until you returned to send you on another mission.

Then pagers became the norm in the business.  Now you could be stopped midway to one vendor and be forced to find a payphone (carry plenty of quarters with you!), phone up and be told to delay that errand and get right back to the set with 15 coffee&#039;s.  I dreaded the vibrate from the pager as it always meant additional work, and if you didn&#039;t respond within 5 minutes, you were really screwed.  

But then you learned to have fun with pagers.  What was better then paging your best friend the # of the local pornshop or strip club and imagine the hilarity that ensued...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;d like to throw a shout out to the pager.  I worked in film production pre-cell phone days for a number of years, mostly as a miserable PA, running around town picking up rental items for the production.  It was a comforting freedom being away from the set or production office, driving a cube truck around away from real authority.  These were the only times you could relax and even goof off a little &#8211; go for a long lunch.  The production manager had no idea how long it really took to pick up scaffolding, tables &amp; chairs for catering, the director&#8217;s favorite gin, etc.  They had to wait until you returned to send you on another mission.</p>
<p>Then pagers became the norm in the business.  Now you could be stopped midway to one vendor and be forced to find a payphone (carry plenty of quarters with you!), phone up and be told to delay that errand and get right back to the set with 15 coffee&#8217;s.  I dreaded the vibrate from the pager as it always meant additional work, and if you didn&#8217;t respond within 5 minutes, you were really screwed.  </p>
<p>But then you learned to have fun with pagers.  What was better then paging your best friend the # of the local pornshop or strip club and imagine the hilarity that ensued&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Beth W</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beth W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 15:26:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>#34 My parents named their garbage disposal George. The name was discarded though after they gained a rotund brother-in-law by the same name.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>#34 My parents named their garbage disposal George. The name was discarded though after they gained a rotund brother-in-law by the same name.</p>
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		<title>By: lane</title>
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		<dc:creator>lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh I&#039;m disappointed, I was hoping James had moved his enterprise to Amagansett.

If only I&#039;d had the stamina to read comments 4 through 25. - whew!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh I&#8217;m disappointed, I was hoping James had moved his enterprise to Amagansett.</p>
<p>If only I&#8217;d had the stamina to read comments 4 through 25. &#8211; whew!</p>
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