#wehadababyitsaboy

[clunelover]

Okay I’m feeling mildly clairvoyant cause this morning I had a great idea and told Jeremy to text the neighbor that if his wife went into labor and they had to go to the hospital right away, that we could watch their toddler til a grandparent got there. So he did, and got no reply til just now - when neighbor said "ha, that’s a very kind offer, but the baby actually arrived this morning! My mom was able to get here in time." And then he sent us fresh baby pics!

[tryin-my-best-here]

Just in case you thought the collect call one was a joke.

Life hacks

[missjoolee]

Listening to my dad talk about his days as a switchboard operator for the phone company and now im thinking about geiko commercial

First name: bob

Last name: wehadababyITSaboy

[longlivetv]

I remember the "wehadababyitsaboy" commercial. Thank you for taking me back in time @apolladay :)

I’m so glad I’m not alone! It’s weirdly ingrained in my head…I think it must have been played frequently during some show I watched, but I couldn’t say what, lol

[puphoods]

whoever has wehadababyitsaboy url saved. give it to meeeeee

[n1ghtcrwler]

The delivery of phone books happened at a set time of year. Where I lived, it was late spring/early summer. The phone company itself didn't do the deliveries, in my experience; they paid people to do it. My family, and a lot of other low-income families, would do this for a little extra cash going into summer school vacation to cover the extra cost of feeding kids lunch every day. But it was first-come-first-served; if you waited too long to check in on that year's deliveries, you didn't get a route that year.

One of my favorite commercials from the 90s had a man using a payphone at a hospital calling a friend collect, and saying his first name was "George" (or whatever it was) and his last name was "Wehadababyitsaboy" and the friend declining the charge and then informing his wife that George had a baby boy.

Have been thinking a lot lately about how, when a new technology emerges, people who were born after the shift have trouble picturing exactly what The Before was like (example, the fanfic writer who described the looping menu on a VHS tape), and even people who were there have a tendency to look back and go "Wow, that was... wild."

Today's topic: The landline. A lot of people still have them, but as it's not the only game in town, it's an entirely different thing now.

(Credit to @punk-de-l-escalier who I was talking to about this and made some contributions)

for most of the heyday of the landline, there was no caller ID of any kind. Then it was a premium service, and unless you had a phone with Caller ID capability-- and you didn't-- you had to buy a special box for it. (It was slightly smaller than a pack of cigarettes.)

Starting in the early nineties, there WAS a way to get the last number dialed, and if desired, call it back. It cost 50 cents. I shit you not, the way you did it was dialing "*69". There's no way that was an accident.

If you moved, unless it was in the same city-- and in larger cities, the same PART of the city-- you had to change phone numbers.

As populations grew, it was often necessary to take a whole bunch of people and say "Guess what? You have a new area code now."

The older the house, the fewer phone jacks it had. When I was a kid, the average middle-class house had a phone jack in the kitchen, and one in the master bedroom. Putting in a new phone jack was expensive... but setting up a splitter and running a long phone cord under the carpet, through the basement or attic, or just along the wall and into the next room was actually pretty cheap.

Even so, long phone cords were pretty much a thing on every phone that could be conveniently picked up and carried.

The first cordless phones were incredibly stupid. Ask the cop from my hometown who was talking to his girlfriend on a cordless phone about the illegal shit he was doing, and his wife could hear the whole thing through her radio.

For most of the heyday of the landline, there was no contact list. Every number was dialed manually. Starting in the mid-eighties, you could get a phone with speed dial buttons, but I cannot stress how much they sucked, because you had to label them with a goddamn pencil, you only had ten or twenty numbers, reprogramming them was a bitch, and every once in a while would lose all of the number in its memory.

All of the phone numbers in your city or metro area were delivered to you once a year in The Phone Book, which was divided between the White Pages (Alphabetic), the Yellow Pages (Businesses, by type, then alphabetic), and the Blue Pages (any government offices in your calling area (which we will get to in a moment)).

Listing in the white pages was automatic; to get an unlisted number cost extra.

Since people would grab the yellow pages, find the service they need, and start calling down the list, a lot of local business names where chosen because they started with "A", and "Aardvark" was a popular name.

Yes, a fair chunk of the numbers in it were disconnected or changed between the time it was printed and it got to your door, much less when you actually looked it up.

One phone line per family was the norm.

Lots and lots and LOTS of kids got in trouble because their parents eavesdropped on the conversation by picking up another phone connected to the same line.

A fair number of boys with similar voices to their father got in trouble because one of their friends didn't realize who they were talking to.

And of course, there were the times where you couldn't leave the house, because you were expecting an important phone call.

Or when you were in a hotel and had to pay a dollar per call. (I imagine those charges haven't gone away, but who pays them?)

Since you can't do secondary bullet points, I'll break a couple of these items out to their own lists, starting with Answering Machines.

these precursors to voicemail were a fucking nightmare.

The first generation of consumer answering machines didn't reach the market until the mid-eighties. They recorded both the outgoing message and the incoming calls onto audio cassettes.

due to linear nature of the audio cassette, the only way to save an incoming call was to physically remove the cassette and replace it with a new one.

they were prone to spectacular malfunction; if the power went out, rather than simply fail to turn back on, they would often rewind the cassette for the incoming messages to the beginning, because it no longer knew where the messages were, or how many there were.

Another way they could go wrong was to start playing the last incoming call as the outgoing message.

Most people, rather than trying to remember to turn it on each time they went out and turn it off when they got back, would just leave it on, particularly when they discovered that you could screen incoming calls with it.

Rather a lot of people got themselves in trouble because they either didn't get to the phone before the answering machine, or picked up when they heard who was calling, and forgot that the answering machine was going-- thus recording some or all of the phone call.

Eventually the implemented a feature where you could call your answering machine, enter a code, and retrieve your messages. The problem was that most people couldn't figure out how to change their default code, and those that did didn't know it reset anytime the power went out. A guy I went to college with would call his ex-girlfriend's machine-- and her current boyfriend's-- and erase all the messages. He finally got busted when she skipped class and heard the call come in.

And, of course, there's the nightmare that was long-distance.

Calls within your local calling area were free. (Well, part of the monthly charge.) This usually meant the city you lived in and its suburbs. Anything outside this calling area was an extra per-minute charge.

This charge varied by time of day and day of the week, which made things extra fun when your friend on the west coast waited until 9pm for the lower charges, but you were on the east coast and it was midnight.

Depending on your phone company, and your long distance plan, the way your long distance work varied wildly. Usually in-state was cheaper-- with zones within the state that varied by price, and out of state had its own zones.

Your long distance plan came in lots and lots of distracting packages, and was billed to your phone bill.

At one point, when I was living in North Carolina, a scammer set themselves up as a long distance company and notified the phone company that a shitload of people had switched to their service. They got caught fairly quickly, but I was annoyed because they were actually charging less than AT&T.

"Would you like to change your long distance plan" was the 80's and 90's equivalent of "We have important news about your car insurance."

Had a friend who lived at the edge of a suburb in Birmingham, and for her to call her friend two miles down the street was long-distance, because the boundary of the calling area was right between them.

[trikkidetroit]

Bob Wehadababyitsaboy

[knightscrests]

please, mr. wehadababyitsaboy was my father. you can call me bob.

[chuckhistory]

C4 on a quilt my mom made him. #babyboy #babyquilt #babyquilts #geesbend #quilting #wehadababyitsaboy (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CM6NoYmJh7Y/?igshid=n82dfewn7gln

[ernieandirene]

Welcome to the world, Isaac Jogues Guertin! Isaac arrived yesterday at 3pm, weighing 9lbs 1.4oz, and is 22” long. We are all doing great. 😘 . . . . . . . #newborn #letthembelittle #babyboy #baby #flashesofdelight #welcomebaby #pursuepretty #wehadababyitsaboy #SMPloves #nursery #littlefierceones (at Bryn Mawr Hospital) https://www.instagram.com/p/BohWrejhqVI/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=652ppn0mbs8u

[1988-fiend]

His face in that last gif...lmao 🤣🤣🤣

[sonicrayguns]

bout to start transcribing Travis McElroy Presents Waffle Friend bc it is one of my Favorite episodes

[probablybadrpgideas]

Bob Wehadababyitsaboy’s Minor Sending (cantrip)

On a successful Charisma check, the caster may telepathically communicate their first name and a short message disguised as a fictitious last name to a target on the same plane of existence

[sofakingmanyrecords]

Say Anything "...Is a Real Boy" 2xLP. We listened to this last night and I forgot to post it because I watched Ken Burns' "Vietnam" and went to bed depressed. This is an album near and dear to my old lady's heart. I wasn't really into these guys back when it was fresh but have grown to appreciate the album over the years for being one of the finer examples of early 2000's pop punk/emo one wouldn't be embarassed as using as a reference to early 2000's pop punk/emo. It's fun and the right kind of snarky and whiney. #LP #Vinyl #Records #SayAnything #IsARealBoy #wehadababyitsaboy

[baby-prophet]

you know that one geico ad from the 90s about not cheating collect call agencies or whatever with Bob wehadababyitsaboy? literally its all I can think about rn, it's playing on loop in my head

[zartharn]

just watched the origin of the wehadababyitsaboy and just realized that it isn’t meant to be a combination of “we oughta eat” and “it’s a boy” like for some reason I assumed it was