To: $Mogul who wrote (88 ) 8/27/1999 1:52:00 AM From: patricia c. reilly Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 94
I dreamed about Ron last night. Before I went to sleep I was cruising the boards reading about all the pokemon stocks. I had taken a nice profit on Grand Toys and was feeling confident. The boards were on fire with optimism. I did something I've trained myself never to do--mistook my own excite- ment for a buy signal and placed a bunch of midnight orders in my on-line accounts. Now for the dream: I am visiting CNBC and Ron takes me aside for a chat. He tells me that i have been chosen to join a very exclusive club he has started, The Winners Circle. He is holding a list of members; I sneak a peak and and see that Sue and Joe are on it along with some message board posters. I'm deeply flattered. Ron invites me to his office and starts making love to me. I am very ambivalent about this. I don't really know him and that makes me feel cheap. I notice that when I first started talking to him he had hair, but now he doesn't. Can I trust him? But in no time all doubt is swept away by passion. What a Magnificent lover! Oh Ron! Yes! Yes! But suddenly he stops. "I have something else for you," he says, Would you like to see it?" I say yes. He reaches to a nearby table, picks up a long sharp stick pin and says, "how do you think this would feel?" Yikes! It's a nightmare sell signal! I didn't even need all those years of analysis to interpret this one: if you get in bed with a stanger ( the pokemon stocks) he may have hair one minute and none the next (volatility) and you may be in for a rude surprise ( who more than anyone else on CNBC shares our passion for the market but is first to debunk the hype--Ron Insana), and, most importantly, if you fail to temper excitement with thought you can get pricked in more ways than one. Naturally I ignored the slumbering sell signal. The Wall Street Journal trashed the pokemon stocks and you know the rest. I'm not placing any orders tonight. I've gone back to being a prudent and virtuous woman. But I'm afraid to go to sleep. What if Barton Biggs wants me? Sweet dreams all, Trish