Quotes About Fax

We barely had cell phones on '90210.' It started in the '90s. That's pretty much when fax machines came into play. When I first got the script for '90210' I had to come into New York to get it. It was not emailed to me; there was no email.

I spent all my money on a FAX machine. Now I can only FAX collect.

him to fax me copies of the slips. When we were finished on the phone, I did the math. Sure enough. I was at four hundred and two percent. I went back to my rolodex, found Tory's number. She could uncover who

TABLE 5-4 Comparison of fax and alternatives The point of understanding the NCO is that it can clarify what attributes you assume will attract customers and what kinds of trade-offs these same customers will make.

People have SMS, right? It stinks. It's a dead technology, like a fax machine left over from the Seventies, sitting there as a cash cow for carriers.

If it ain't baroque, don't fax it.

I'm not terribly technological. I'm awfully backward about iPads and BlackBerries and suchlike; I still have a great fondness for Teletext, and I clung onto my fax machine for as long as I could, but eventually you have to move with the times.

My house has too many distractions. There's the email. There's checking my Amazon ranking. I know I'm the only author who's ever done that, ever. There's the fax. Too many distractions. I like to go out and write.

So to get there, he is going to have to rely on the same network of Goodwill trucks that the polar bears use to pick up our discarded fax machines.

One thing I thought was really cool is that we got a fax machine in our house to have scripts sent to us ahead of time! Okay, it's not a big deal now, but in the days before cell phones and email, only the fanciest offices had these special machines.

Roarke made some notations on the fax—a

Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When I pass people in the hall at work, I get totally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.

Please accept this humble fax. My love for you is without wax.

I still respond to that thing you feel in an office, wearing a crisp suit and sensing the linked grids lap around you. It is all about the enfolding drone of the computers and fax machines. It is about the cell phones slotted in the desk chargers, the voice mail and e-mail—a sense of order and command reinforced by the office itself and the bronze tower that encases the office and by all the contact points that shimmer in the air somewhere.

I got a chain letter by fax. It's very simple. You just fax a dollar bill to everybody on the list.