Troy,
Thank you for your response. I find your posts most interesting....and almost objective, I like that. It's different, you have changed.
Anyway, I thought that as long as it snowed heavily outside, I would hang out at the computer for awhile. If I may offer some embellished comments to your post, all in plain good fun. I think I might just need to lighten up.
>>>4.) that someone (probably one of his lawyers) has managed to
effectively muzzle JR -- which IMO is a positive event for SOLV.<<<
It wasn't JR who was "muzzled", read on:
It was Friday. Friday the 13th. I was on my regular SOLV beat, you know, search "news threads" here, and an occasional "girlie web site" there. When I found it. It was right in front of me all the time, or at least since noon. The post from Nicholas. There was trouble, big trouble in little investment (or vis a versa or worse yet, both!). "Ah, Jeez", I thought, but I actually said something MUCH worse. Anyway, I called SOLV on this Friday the 13th, after reading the post from Nicholas. I asked for Herb, who was "out" and then for JR who was "in" (gasp!) but on the phone "indefinately" (damn!). That left me with lovely Natalie (and David doesn't think anyone wants to talk to bigtoe...HA!). Having dealt with "her type" before, I instantly knew exactly how to draw every once of information from her without bloodshed or her thinking she would be giving away vital company secrets that would enable bigtoe to move to Corsica with millions in profits and chicks and yachts and...oh, and you too, Troy. My "running like hell", er, retirement would have only preceded by posting of all of these secrets on this board for all of my pals, of course.
Anyway, back at SOLV HQ had lovely Natalie exactly where I wanted her, and alas, she spilled her guts, sang like a canary, stooled like a pigeon and then, after that, she told me everything she knew about the UTS deal.....absolutely nothing! "I don't know" she said in her innocent, seductive, yet "who gives a shit" kind-of-way. "Of course you don't!" I said, cleverly knowing all the while that Natalie is the "Radar O'Reilly" of S*O*L*V, but a hard nut to crack, a tough winch to crank, a ...you get the idea. So, I went to Plan "B". Plan "B", of course, called for a different line of questioning that would confuse her, catch her off balance, and probably make her hang up....I begged. Yep, whimpered like a hurt dog. It worked. She told me that JR was in an "unusually good mood" on Friday and the entire staff had noticed. I could tell she was utterly exhausted after my intense line of questioning. "So", she concluded- obviously a broken woman, a mere shell of what was once a woman with dreams; a professional with goals and aspirations, a SOLV employee with a paycheck (???), she said "the UTS deal must be a positive thing..."
There was a disturbing silence on the phone, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her. "Acktung Frauline" someone said. I could hear what seemed to be SOLV-Troopers rushing in from the secret IR room (if there is an IR room, it IS REALLY A SECRET). "Give me ze phone!" he demanded. "How could you sell to UTS?" Natalie answered back. " It iz none of your concern. You are paid for your work!" he said. There was the sound of a scuffle going on and then silence. I could sense someone putting the phone up to their ear. Then I could hear breathing. They just listened...and breathed. Listened ...and breathed. It must have gone on for an eternity, or a least a few seconds. Finally I heard lovely Natalie cry out, as they hauled her away, "..Field Marshall Rendall, I told bigtoe nothin,,,I swear..."
"Take her away, you swine" he bellowed, "take her to ze secret shareholders committee chambers....we have zays uf making her talk..."
"Damn", I thought there goes my informant, my investment, my chance to ask her out.
Oh well, it is not a total loss.....or is it?
....stay tuned |
