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To: Justin C who wrote (21731)	4/14/1999 1:53:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

I useta have a cell phone. Someone stole it (H. left the car unlocked in a parking lot), and I found I didn't miss it. I bought a replacement, it's still in the box. Only time I ever used it that made sense was one time I dialed 911 when I saw a lady hit a deer with her windshield, both the deer and her car were disabled. Impossible to dial while you drive. My dad has the old-fashioned car phone, he seems to use it a lot, telling people he's coming to see that he's almost there. It was way cool to talk on the phone walking around the Courthouse, for a while, but they do have payphones that work better and are much cheaper.

To: Justin C who wrote (21731)	4/14/1999 2:12:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Amen, Bro. I think capital punishment works for social crimes. People can't seem to do things anymore, without calling someone about it. The white roar jangles even s'more. Basic stuff like remembering what cereal they eat. Where they pick up their kids. These phones are debilitating. They certainly increase display of stupidity, rudeness, self-importance. (I don't have one, hello, because my self importance doesn't need increased.) We almost got side-swiped by a Big Suburban Saturday ~ Important Woman's got her phone welded to her head. She doesn't realize our little car is trapped on the road. Between her, and the ditch and the talkers in front and behind. I wanted to run her down, for surgery. MJ only let me honk and snarl viciously. Oregon is trying to ban these techno-wonderblunders, because "people" can't have their rabid conversations and drive their freeking landing craft at the same time. Especially your gesticulators. Italians and A Types. Teenage girls. Teenage girls ~ shivers. Ooh. Who woulda thunk it, uh? This is the same hazard we used to have ~ people turning around to hit their kids. They mostly got that under control, and now we got this; even worse. I just know I'm going to die painfully at the hand and ear of one of Them. My hope is they and their family die with me. And I hope the crash is fiery. I'll call their number. "I know you're on fire. I hope the doors are jammed." Weiny roast. Justice served, on a sesame seed bun. Okay. I'm sorry. But how much of this and this car alarm crap are we supposed to take? I'm going to start punching. Hitting, kicking, and biting. I don't want to stand in the register line and hear you talking about Tommy. Watch you spin, and twirl around, and laugh and giggle and scream and bump into me in your Happy Land while my beer is caught on your coat. I don't want you Beeping in Van Gogh; and so help me if your Phone Phones during the symphony, I'm going to hurt you. Dash is in an intense, complex, ultra-modern business. He says, by his calculations, cell phones have set civilization back forty years. But you could hear people then; so it's further.