That’s window cleaning equipment on the left, but what are those huge antennas on the right?
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San Francisco resident Jon Sieker has a beef with AT&T.
“You accidentally gave me a White and Yellow pages this year after I signed up to not receive either of them”
Here’s the proof:
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And here’s the note he just sent to Ma Bell, cause you see, Jon has Internet access:
2 years ago I was so disappointed by the waste that the Yellow and White pages caused, caring about my community and environment, I searched online for what I could do to minimize the waste. I was very happy to find your web site that allowed me to opt out and not receive a White Pages and Yellow pages to save on the waste. Thank you for providing this option as I have The Internet and don’t need a physical phone directory. The Internet gives me all of the information I need including your yellow pages site. I felt great to find and fill out the form that allowed me to NOT RECEIVE both yellow and white pages. I felt I was doing something to save the environment. Imagine my surprise when I was accidentally given both the yellow pages and white pages today.
Please let me know what I should do with the unwanted publications. It would be best if you came and picked them up from me and passed them on to some unfortunate soul with no internet.
As a side not, it would be great if your delivery agents didn’t litter my street and community with these unwanted relics from the past. I have photos of the litter if you are interested or don’t believe me. I would be happy to pass these photos on to you or any of the other organizations copied on this email.
Thank you for your help. I look forward to the solution you provide.”
Now, do you think that the National Opt Out Program would work any better?
So, telephone book industry, why not just tell your Santas to pass over the 415 when you send them out delivering across America this holiday season?
This was the scene last night at the Century San Francisco Centre 9 Theatres above Bloomingdales in the Great WestField Mall of SoMA. Sneak peekers of the latest horrible teen vampire/werewolf flick had to check their mobiles.
How could they stand for this, for even a couple hours?
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(Can you imagine what this box would be worth in the Mid-Market just a few blocks away on 7th Street, you know the World Capitol of Stolen Phones for Sale? A lot of cabbage, that’s for sure…)
After 9/11, FEMA needed somebody to go up in a chopper every day for nine months to document recovery and removal. A certain Mr. Brown was the man for the job.
“Do you do aerial photography?” the caller asked.
“Sure,” Mr. Brown said. “If you have a plane or a helicopter.”
“We have planes and helicopters,” the caller replied.
But, “The truth was, he had never done aerial work.” Uh oh.
Nevertheless, it was all good, and the rest is history.
From before the time the telephone book industry got demolished by the Internet:
Cameras sure were big back then, huh?
The SmartMeter is the round white thing on the right and the cellie antenna is that stuff jutting out at the very top.
How would you like this RF farm parked three yards from your front door?
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Poor by-now-certainly-sterile, wealthy, white, wizened, whiny NoPNA NIMBYs of the Western Addition.
[UPDATE: Looks like the opt-in theory is dead, as Jesse Mullan of Fine Internets reports that The Ed Lee Story: An Unexpected Mayor was actually delivered to candidate Dennis Herrera’s house. How wude!]
Now of course there’s a First Amendment issue about telephone book companies being banned from delivering useless telephone books willy-nilly to the residents of San Francisco, but that’s not stopping us from trying to stop delivery of useless telephone books.
Here’s the sitch as it is right now in the Richmond:
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Oh here’s another a few houses over – Ed’s waiting for you to come home!
The copies I saw strewn about are just like the books what come around every so often, pretty much. I mean, these aren’t campaign fliers, they’re full-on paperback books with 132 pages each.
Anyway, each Ed Lee for Mayor book had a Post-It Note what said, “Hope you enjoy the book. Vote ED! :)” ad naseum, all in identical girlish handwriting.
(So that’s what those high school students are being “organized” to do for $11 per hour? O.K. fine, but can you imagine the typical high school student writing thousands of Post It Notes to support the conservative, pro-business candidate?)
You’ll find a slightly different message on the copies that are showing up in the “Free, Take One” remainder bins across town – “We love you,” they say.
It’s safe at this point to mention that the printer made too many copies, I think, that somebody overestimated demand for this tome.
If only there were a place we could send all these unwanted books.
I wonder if they’re recyclable?
Uh, telephone book industry, what you don’t seem to realize is that the vast majority of your “customers” in the 415 don’t want your product.
That’s why when you deliver them, they end up hanging around exactly where you left them for days or weeks…
…or months. See?
The only people who like telephone books in the bay area are the people who make (not very much) money delivering them:
Now, telephone book industry, wouldn’t you prefer it if your customers actually wanted your product? That’s how opt-in works.
I know you all talk about opt-out, but what I don’t think you all realize is that most of the books you deliver go into the recycling without ever being opened. (This might not be applicable in Omaha, Neb., but it’s certainly true in the 415.)
And I know the bidnesses what advertise in your books are reassured by all the hullabaloo of delivery, but you’d be better off just delivering your product directly to recycling bins and, letting your true customers just dig them out, you know, if they want.
All right, see you Hell, dinosaur telephone book industry!
‘Cause that’s just what they want you to do. (Just like ShoppyBag, that scam, which wants you to “opt out” – it wants you to do anything with it except ignore it, which is what everybody should do and then the scam would simply go away. )
No no, just wait for Nature to take its course, just wait for San Francisco’s “opt-in” law to take effect. Easy peasy.
Isn’t that cute? This lobbying group thinks its Google!
(You know, back in the day the buggy whip industry should have changed its product’s name to “horse throttle,” right? The better to compete with the nascent vehicular competition…)
That’s it, keep on making us laugh, Yellow Pages Association.