wow! this sounds like fun! I'll be trying this from work tomorrow. I'll let you guys know what happens. Keep posting ideas.... I love them!

Well I guess this site is pretty cool. I have to admit I am a bit confused. What is a red box? How old are most of y'all that are making the calls? Thanks.

Back in the day, I think around 92-93 when I was in constant contact with my phreaking buddies, there where some 800 numbers floating around that were linked to payfones with hidden mics. They were located around crowded areas so we always assumed they were large malls. For a couple of weeks, we did nothing but hang around on conference calls with about 10-15 people while calling up the payfones. The phones were rigged up with a little speaker that would produce a tone controllable from the conf. The tone could be any frequency that was punched into the keypad. We had endless hours of fun listening to various conversations around the phone, especially when the topic of conversation turned to "did you just hear that?". I have no idea how we came across the numbers, but they only lasted for a couple of weeks.

I answered a pay phone once. It was right outside a McDonalds and the guy at the other end of the line said he was from a local radio station and that if I went into the McDonald's and mentioned the radio station I could have a free burger. I then proceeded to lecture him on the devastation fast food is causing the rainforests and though I liked the radio station I couldn't support McDonald's in that way. Which was, of course, blatant hypocrisy because I eat there all the time. But now I wonder if I saved myself from a prank with my innate priggishness?

Hello,hello....hello?...HELLO??...HELLO?!?!?!? Is anyone going to answer?

No, you idiot........Have your people call MY people and we'll set up a date to talk about talking about it..Got that ?

What tha hell is the "Red Box" gag? Please, someone explain to me how I can disrupt a pay fones cosmic energy.

Calling Payphones in Newark, New Joisey. It's my favorite pasttime. If you don't know where Newark is, it's in North Jersey 973 (which is also getting yet ANOTHER area code, but that's another story) and the city is literally the biggest cesspool of human scum in the US. Anyway, calling payphones in Newark is so much fun, because chances are you'll get a person who can barely speak english and talk in ebonics and they'll cuss you out if the phone is located in any part of town other than downtown since they use the phones for their lucrative drug trade still. Call a Newark phone and tell them you want to buy 600 lbs of crack.

HIIIIII I like your coments very nice boys are stupidd

Hi there I really enjoyed that story, as it made fall a sleep. I hadn't sleeped for days!!!

Haaaaa Haaaaaa I just wanted to say that i'm really happy today, cause I have got a new girlfriend

fuck you, you ass.

ummmm...

you want some too?

I got a new job! la lala lala lala! bring it on!

ummmmm....

fuck you, you ass.

Thank you Nate, THANK YOU! ;-)

So, "ummmmmm", that's it?

Dave: shhhhhhh. You'll give up my secret.

the sick and the wrong. when i rule the world, you will all be thrown up against the wall and shot. or maybe i'll just have my lackeys shove twinkies up your ass and lock you in a room full of rabid crack-head rodents. rock. rock. rock. ya hear?

errrrrr....

fuck you, you ass.

*PJ pats Nate on the back* Your SUCH a sport! :-)

It is nice to be stumbling through the www and find a photo of the pay phone at your old high school. I was there a few years after the guy who does this page. Fr. Kaack used to tell us that he'd *&*$*% our mothers the night before. I wonder what Bryce, the cock-sucker, is doing these days. Sf

I'm doing the NFL at half-time. I travel from city to city. They don't nickname John Elway a horse for nothing.

Sorry, I've already got a penguin

you've got to be kidding!

Try calling the State College number (814) 238-1261. You'll scare the hell out of them! Ha! Ha!

IMPORTANT QUESTION OF THE DAY - MAY BE A BLONDE QUESTION BUT HEY .. I CALLED A PAYPHONE (NO HARM MEANT) AND THE LADY ON THE OTHER LINE SEEMED QUITE OFFENDED THAT I DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING IN SPECIFIC TO TALK ABOUT... OR ANYONE TO TALK TO! ANYWAY - SHE SAID THAT SHE WAS LOOKING AT MY NUMBER ON HER "CALLER ID" WHICH I THOUGHT WAS WEIRD. OR MAYBE I WAS WRONG? DO PAYPHONES HAVE CALLER ID BOXES? CAN THE PERSON WHO ANSWERS SEE YOUR NUMBER?? PLEASE HELP!

She's in the basement....get out of the house now!

Yes, Amanda. It's now mandated that all payphones across the country have caller id boxes. You haven't seen them? They sit right next to the laptops which are provided free of charge for internet dialup access.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

can they track my ass down if i'm useing dialpad.com?????

Yep

ooops!!!

I've been calling phone booths for years. I love calling the ones in the black part of town and talking like a black guy and asking for Keisha and yolanda or fatima. Or i just say "Who dis?" and then start making farting noises. sometimes i'll ask them if they have any crack and they'll say "do yo mammy?" does my fucking mammy. funny shit.

Hi, I am an english college student. Can I interest you in the numbers of every phone box in my home town of Lewes on the south coast of England? Phone at anytime after 11 on a friday night, and I can gauruntee drunkards! Lewes has more pubs per square km than any other town in England! Please drop me a line if you're interested. Cheers!

I'm going to give Jay the benifit of the doubt and assume that he's just mentally imbalanced and Not a giant ass. nevertheless, the slapping starts here.

slap!

*slap* fuck you, you ass

Nate's going to be very proud Zephyr...I can see him beaming from my side of the Rock. Oh and if there's spankings going, I've been bad, very very bad.

What did you do? (not that it matters...mmmm) *SPANK*

pay phones will become an uneccessary expense for the phone companies, I give them ten years.

This site is so good I think I'm gonna make one of my own (but better).C U when I get there.

http://www.independentTech.com/wintelphone.htm Here is a picture of a patriotic payphone (Receiver) from Wintel (An Independent Technologies company).

PAYPHONE = FREE PIZZA ! FIRST + LAST CAFE IN DANBURY CT.IF YOU CAN GET PETE THE OWNER TO COME TO THE PHONE,HE WILL TAKE YOUR ORDER FOR A FREE PIZZA ! 203-748-9605 GOOD LUCK ! pete

Hot Damn!!!!!!

I am currently working on a personal bathroom. A small boxed device will attach to my bottom for the capture of bodily waste. It won't be long until I can avoid the public restroom forever!!!

i heard david sedaris talking about using something like that. he said you end up stinking like piss (or worse) and that it really isn't as convenient as you would think.

I SINCERELY HOPE NONE OF MY HARD EARNED TAX DOLLARS WENT INTO THIS PROJECT(?).

Dude! WHERE do you think we get money to pay for server and web hosting??? He-LLO??? It's not like it costs a lot to run though. I mean, what is it, somewhere around $500,000 / mo. That's peanuts compared to the Firehydrant Project. Shit, all they do is list the colors of fire hydrants. They don't even have a cool message board!

Can we add new phone numbers to the list for each state or what? How do we add more? There's like a dozen for this state is all.

back in the early 70's a freind and I decided to call info in Australia and ask for the number to Olivia Newton John. It was just after the movie Grease came out. We got someone, and it sure sounded like her to me!

I just discovered this place today. I'm addicted. I want to run right out and take pictures of all my local pay phones. I have tried a few of the numbers and gotten wrong numbers, but even that was cool. I'm totally hooked on this place. I'll be back!

you're not really john waters! are you?

Hi Agatha. I get people all of the time who ask me if I'm the real john waters. My response is always the same. I am the real john waters, I'm just not the greatest kitsch film director of the modern era. Actually, I'm a news reporter. A couple of years ago I got to interview John Waters the film director for a news magazine article published in Palm Springs, calif. It was a real great time, and lead to the first time I ever got hugged by a big beautiful queen in public! I wrote an article with the title,"Waters Does Waters." It was great.

I am a huge john Waters fan,i have copies of female trouble,polyester,pecker,etc.

well, hello, john waters. i think waters is a super last name. john- well, i guess we can't all help it if our first names are the same as a million bazillion other people's first names. at least it's john and not frank. my best friend when i was under eight was named john, he had a waterlike last name too... vandersea. i'm not really agatha.

http://web.media.mit.edu/~monster/AgoraPhone/top.html at that address is a cool phone to call check it out http://www.pebwages.com

SPAM! Consistently number 1 on the list of things that makes the internet suck. Meet Alan Ralsky. If you get a spam email about weight loss, mortgage refinancing or casinos, the chances are that it originated from Mr Ralsky here. Using servers hosted in any country that will allow it, Ralsky regularly sends out a staggering 15 million emails per day. Speaking from his recently acquired $740,000 home (located at: 6747 MINNOW POND DR, WEST BLOOMFIELD, MI 48322 - oops, it slipped out), Alan Ralsky boasted that the weight loss spam alone paid for a good percentage of the remodelling costs in his new home . More recently, ex-convict Ralsky was reported as being more than a little pissed off that people were sending spam to his business email address (al@rxpoint.com - oops what am I thinking!) and making nuisance phone calls to the number: 888-531-4793 (my bad). He was particularly upset about people posting his personal details on the internet which resulted in him receiving lots of correspondence that he didn't ask for - not to mention people leaving dog shit on his doorstep. The purpose of this article is to ask people to leave this poor guy alone! I mean, everyone is entitled to their privacy and it's just not right to harrass people in that manner ;-)

Actually I find him a minor anoyance. I can always delete his stuff before I even look at it. It's those losy pop-up ads I hate.

Anyone got any pictures of verizons new WiFi (i.e. 802.11b wireless network) enabled payphones ? There are supposed to be 100 of them active in Manhattan right now !

i see that this is a very remarkable website.. its very interesting and the idea of it is even more interesting... i unfortunately could not find any information on where to contribute( if the project isnt all together dead) any additional phone numbers.... If it is listed im very sorry its quite late... and the Agoraphone doesnt work... which is sad that i missed that ~sigh~ anywho... if i could get some feedback that would rock proverbial "cock"

does anyone visit this site anymore?

no. never.

I'm gonna eat sushi tonight!

it's arnold ziffel!

. I always wondered how they did that.

How did that image get posted like that?

. I have a guess...

Nope. I got an error.

Last Try.

The view source thing just says <img src="pig.jpg">. What are we missing?

Interesting. It's someone from Plano.

Color test.

How? HOOOWWWWW?

\green{Color} test

that fucking rules!

whoa test

a new era has begun

It's Like Forbidden Fruit Are you ready for this? Check it. Um, but let's not get carried away.

J

hope mark doesnt regret we found the colored chalk. we're already the trolls he keeps beneath the stairs. no what kind of mess will we make.

ASK YOUR FUCKING DOCTORTM J So, how do we post images. \image(file.jpg) ain't working. (with { }, of course)

ASK YOUR FUCKING DOCTORTM J

I don't know how that happened, but, yeah. I didn't work.

prolly gotta put the absolute location in if the pic isn't in the root of the working directory. i don't feel like testing it.

yellow

Does that mean you have to type C:\Documents and Settings\image.jpg instead of just image.jpg? Cuz that's what I've been doing.

I will master this....

you're not posting files, you're linking to them. everything relative to the cwd of the site. slasha must have known pig.jpg was in the cwd. if it was in a different folder it would be img src{\different folder\pig.jpg}. a url might also work. i think. i'm shit for html.

So...you're saying the image has to be stored on the site already? I'm a dum. L

yeah, i think so. urls don't seem to work. you not dum! J

# # # # #

Are you behind a proxy, spider? When you use \image{}, it offers to let you upload the image... But when I try, it blows up. In my searches, I saw that it might now work behind through a proxy. So I'll try it non-proxied when I get home.

hmmm. i'm behind a router. the ip address you see is my router, not my laptop. either way, i don't want to bulk up mark's storage with a bunch of pics.

# # # # # # # #

weird that picture didn't show up when i first replied to the post

I'm Rick James, bitch!

Yeah, I think dave's right -- the jpg's probably in the relative path, although I'm curious -- anyone remember that thread where Mark posted an image of Amy Carter? I'd like to see the hmtl for that.

this one?

So, like, it clearly can be done.....so, how is it done?

Hmm, that's weird, the Amy Carter jpg is a full URL, unlike the one above, but TBone's attempts were too, but were from outside sources. Maybe he's got it so that only images from his directories can be posted here?

The thing is, it doesn't let you enter an html-style path to your file. It asks for you to upload a file. I assume it wants to then change the img reference to the file once it's been uploaded, but since the upload fails, it still has the default clipart/your_image.gif reference. But at least we can still make pretty colors.

i fear change.

My attempts never worked either. Nevermind eh.

One last try

Dont work.

How did I miss this?

cool site love the pics happy st georges day

i didn't mean to wig anyone out with the pig picture. someone posted that this site was dead, and it irritated me, so i uploaded and SRCed to a picture of a pig in a toilet. it seemed funny, but i've been twitchy lately. someone is writing a story about this web site. i swing from exuberance to mental exhaustion, but think it could be the best thing anyone has ever written about here, about me, about this idea. i know now how to deal with these things, with reporters and writers, which is why i usually ignore them all. but of late it starts to feel like i'm dead already and being interviewed for my life story. the interviews and the questions got too deep this week, through no fault of the interviewer. i discovered how vulnerable i have appeared on this web site. i read and listened to stuff from 1994 and 1995 and 1996, and i'm telling you i can't even stand to look at or finish reading it. what is today if yesterday was that? things went along all happy dappy, talking about today and a little bit of yesterday. then i dug up answering machine messages from had to stop writing to take a shit things went along all professional and happy dappy until i had to read stuff from a decade ago. i don't understand how people can remember things from last year, or from last week. i don't know what to remember or who should remember what. how does anyone remember what to remember? i remember everything like i'm drowning, but can't put it in order. i haven't changed since 1994 or 1995 or 1968, but the surly face and the arms crossed are better rehearsed and more professional looking. this week i felt naked and cold, which is how i often feel, but this time it got to me. this little corner of the web sites here makes me happy in ways i may understand and be able to explain in another decade, but i can't do it now. i like living. i like sleeping long hours. i like fucking, i like sucking cunt and making a woman come, i like conversation that gets me hard and i like humping a woman's leg like a horny dog until she laughs; i like shitting, i like wiping my ass, i like drinking past sunrise (the plan for this day); i like getting up at 7am to take a long piss and see the morning sun through my bathroom window, and then going back to sleep for 5 or 6 hours. i like this feeling of living. impossible now, but 9 or 10 years ago the feeling could not have been more different. i think i should live like this for the rest of my life. sorry about the pig.

Never say sorry over a pig.Seriously

the pig didn't wig anyone out--it turned everyone on! no cause to be sorry.

He's flipping the pork.

hi im bored sum 1 tlk 2 me plzzzzzzzzz im nu

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dus ne1 luv me

David Duke is a malignant narcissist. He invents and then projects a false, fictitious, self for the world to fear, or to admire. He maintains a tenuous grasp on reality to start with and the trappings of power further exacerbate this. Real life authority and David Duke’s predilection to surround him with obsequious sycophants support David Duke’s grandiose self-delusions and fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience. David Duke's personality is so precariously balanced that he cannot tolerate even a hint of criticism and disagreement. Most narcissists are paranoid and suffer from ideas of reference (the delusion that they are being mocked or discussed when they are not). Thus, narcissists often regard themselves as "victims of persecution". Duke fosters and encourages a personality cult with all the hallmarks of an institutional religion: priesthood, rites, rituals, temples, worship, catechism, and mythology. The leader is this religion's ascetic saint. He monastically denies himself earthly pleasures (or so he claims) in order to be able to dedicate himself fully to his calling. Duke is a monstrously inverted Jesus, sacrificing his life and denying himself so that his people - or humanity at large - should benefit. By surpassing and suppressing his humanity, Duke became a distorted version of Nietzsche's "superman". But being a-human or super-human also means being a-sexual and a-moral. In this restricted sense, narcissistic leaders are post-modernist and moral relativists. They project to the masses an androgynous figure and enhance it by engendering the adoration of nudity and all things "natural" - or by strongly repressing these feelings. But what they refer to, as "nature" is not natural at all. Duke invariably proffers an aesthetic of decadence and evil carefully orchestrated and artificial - though it is not perceived this way by him or by his followers. Narcissistic leadership is about reproduced copies, not about originals. It is about the manipulation of symbols - not about veritable atavism or true conservatism. In short: narcissistic leadership is about theatre, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of judgment, depersonalization, and de-realization. Catharsis is tantamount, in this narcissistic dramaturgy, to self-annulment. Narcissism is nihilistic not only operationally, or ideologically. Its very language and narratives are nihilistic. Narcissism is conspicuous nihilism - and the cult's leader serves as a role model, annihilating the Man, only to re-appear as a pre-ordained and irresistible force of nature. Narcissistic leadership often poses as a rebellion against the "old ways" - against the hegemonic culture, the upper classes, the established religions, the superpowers, the corrupt order. Narcissistic movements are puerile, a reaction to narcissistic injuries inflicted upon David Duke like (and rather psychopathic) toddler nation-state, or group, or upon the leader. Minorities or "others" - often arbitrarily selected - constitute a perfect, easily identifiable, embodiment of all that is "wrong". They are accused of being old, they are eerily disembodied, they are cosmopolitan, they are part of the establishment, they are "decadent", they are hated on religious and socio-economic grounds, or because of their race, sexual orientation, origin ... They are different, they are narcissistic (feel and act as morally superior), they are everywhere, they are defenseless, they are credulous, they are adaptable (and thus can be co-opted to collaborate in their own destruction). They are the perfect hate figure. Narcissists thrive on hatred and pathological envy. This is precisely the source of the fascination with Hitler, diagnosed by Erich Fromm - together with Stalin - as a malignant narcissist. He was an inverted human. His unconscious was his conscious. He acted out our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented civilization. Hitler forced us all through a time warp and many did not emerge. He was not the devil. He was one of us. He was what Arendt aptly called the banality of evil. Just an ordinary, mentally disturbed, failure, a member of a mentally disturbed and failing nation, who lived through disturbed and failing times. He was the perfect mirror, a channel, a voice, and the very depth of our souls. Duke prefers the sparkle and glamour of well-orchestrated illusions to the tedium and method of real accomplishments. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. In the aftermath of his regime - Duke having died, been deposed, or voted out of office - it all unravels. The tireless and constant prestidigitation ceases and the entire edifice crumbles. What looked like an economic miracle turns out to have been a fraud-laced bubble. Loosely held empires disintegrate. Laboriously assembled business conglomerates go to pieces. "Earth shattering" and "revolutionary" scientific discoveries and theories are discredited. Social experiments end in mayhem. It is important to understand that the use of violence must be ego-syntonic. It must accord with the self-image of David Duke. It must abet and sustain his grandiose fantasies and feed his sense of entitlement. It must conform David Duke like narrative. Thus, David Duke who regards himself as the benefactor of the poor, a member of the common folk, the representative of the disenfranchised, the champion of the dispossessed against the corrupt elite - is highly unlikely to use violence at first. The pacific mask crumbles when David Duke has become convinced that the very people he purported to speak for, his constituency, his grassroots fans, and the prime sources of his narcissistic supply - have turned against him. At first, in a desperate effort to maintain the fiction underlying his chaotic personality, David Duke strives to explain away the sudden reversal of sentiment. "The people are being duped by (the media, big industry, the military, the elite, etc.)", "they don't really know what they are doing", "following a rude awakening, they will revert to form", etc. When these flimsy attempts to patch a tattered personal mythology fail, David Duke becomes injured. Narcissistic injury inevitably leads to narcissistic rage and to a terrifying display of unbridled aggression. The pent-up frustration and hurt translate into devaluation. That which was previously idealized - is now discarded with contempt and hatred. This primitive defense mechanism is called "splitting". To David Duke, things and people are either entirely bad (evil) or entirely good. He projects onto others his own shortcomings and negative emotions, thus becoming a totally good object. Duke is likely to justify the butchering of his own people by claiming that they intended to kill him, undo the revolution, devastate the economy, or the country, etc. The "small people", the "rank and file", and the "loyal soldiers" of David Duke - his flock, his nation, and his employees - they pay the price. The disillusionment and disenchantment are agonizing. The process of reconstruction, of rising from the ashes, of overcoming the trauma of having been deceived, exploited and manipulated - is drawn-out. It is difficult to trust again, to have faith, to love, to be led, to collaborate. Feelings of shame and guilt engulf the erstwhile followers of David Duke. This is his sole legacy: a massive post-traumatic stress disorder.

help please.... i dialed 31294263804 and it was supposed to be thenetherlands or something....how do i dial out to other countries from the us??? tshields15@hotmail.com

you people dont put ur emails on here.....how is one to respond? tsx

International code for us is 110, I do believe the netherlands would have one as well...

AH HA! AH HA AH HA AH HA! ah ha.

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Mark, you're our insane god/muse. Rock out with your pig out.

Once, i was looking at a payphone and noticed the serial number was something like 6247 66X2, Guessing X2 was the model of the phone, i set out to try and brute force the last 2, 00 and 01 had no luck, but when i rang 02 at the end, it started ringing, after about 20 seconds of ringing someone picked up, a man, who didnt sound much like a receptionist, He said "Hello, ASIO", Im not sure if it was someone playing a joke or if i had really rang the australian intelligence orginisation (Not sure what the S stands for), Well, thats my story..

please send mail:beyond_the_moonlight@iris.eonet.ne.jp

Why?