Comments on: It’s Time To Go Back To The Drawing Board When It Comes To My Latest Batch of Clever Answering Machine Messages

By: Bob

Bob — Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:28:46 +0000

My favorite message was just the word “hello?,” a pause, then “Gotcha! This is the answering machine. Please leave a message after the beep.”

By: Jacquie

Jacquie — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 14:07:54 +0000

Ooooh, I think my favorite is the one for the Make a Wish Foundation. I don’t know .. they are all so good. Do you really put these on your voicemail? I bet you do!

I think I may have to steal the spice girls one.

I gave you and the Lost Bblogs some lovin on my blog today.

I hope you felt it did you some justice. You know I could have gone on and on in my ravings there but I didn’t want to come off as being too needy or obsessed

By: Karl

Karl — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 17:10:03 +0000

As usual, wonderfully creative messages. I used to go out of my way to create such things for my machine. Now I can’t be bothered. I just say, “Hey, it’s me. You know what to do.” [Beeeeeep!]

By: Pauly D

Pauly D — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 03:42:27 +0000

Janet – Ooh, a daily dictionary message. That sounds like the time I did a daily condiment message. It would just be my voice saying something like “Mustard.” Surprisingly, I got a lot of people responding with “Ketchup” then just hanging up.

Wordmaven – Now now… This site is viewed by CHILDREN.

By: Wordmaven

Wordmaven — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 01:14:23 +0000

“Davidson’s Massage Parlor – We don’t rub you the wrong way!”

By: Janet

Janet — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 20:08:25 +0000

Messages ending with gunshots are always deliciously controversial. However, the best answering machine message I’ve ever heard was yesterday when I was calling my sister:

You have reached the dictionary hotline. Today’s word is:

Polynesia

By: Dan day ever after

Dan day ever after — Tue, 13 Feb 2007 19:09:41 +0000

I think this is the diminishing event horizon, where two entities have traveled beyond the gravitational influence of the other; like a ship leaving harbor at that point where her passengers can no longer make out distinct shapes or words from the waving and shouting of the devoted well wishers, still on the dock.