To: quidditch who wrote (4652 ) 12/29/1999 6:39:00 PM From: JMD Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 13582
I am well aware that this thread was established to avoid some of the more egregious hootin' and hollerin' associated with the prior bunch of n'er-do-wells [of whom I proudly counted myself one], but hot damn folks: can anybody name anything you can do while clothed that's more fun than owning this rocket ship? I know Ramsey just suffered a triple nausea wave (doubtless due to my one sentence paragraph as well as its subject matter) but here's the real oil: today as I was out peddling my real estate wares, the trusty QCP 1960 sprang to life. On the other end of the bit stream was my beloved sister-in-law babbling about the Mighty Q and today's moon shot. Now I love her dearly, but she'll never be a threat to Gregg Powers in the numbers department so naturally I assumed she (not unlike steve malsin) had found her way to the champagne a tad prematurely. When a Charles Schwab office loomed in the distance, I thought it worth checking out just to be sure. Punching in QCOM at the ticker-thingie induced severe disorientation, but the investor hordes kicking it in the Schwab lobby left no doubt--the Q was the talk of the town. These dudes know less about CDMA than yours truly, but they got the Paine Webber grand/share message loud and clear. As I stumbled out to the parking lot, all I could remember was Black Tuesday when Korea was falling off the edge of the Earth, Irwin was being accused of fudging the numbers, the analysts were howling like jackels, Tero was assuring the world that GSM was untouchable, and $20 would buy you a share of Qualcomm. Not being the fastest techno-bunny in the warren, I owe you guys big time for being patient with all my absurdly elementary questions (not to my mention my absurdly bad jokes). Without doubt, a new low was reached when Walt and engineer were reduced to a "paddles in the bath water" analogy attempting to illustrate how radio frequencies zip around in cyberspace. For some crazy reason, it made sense [thank god] and it just seemed you could cram more of those little devils into the ether with Irwin's magic than with the snake oil offered by the Evil Ericsson Empire. Bottom line is that it took some cajones to be reaching for your checkbook in those days, and there ain't a chance in hell I would have done it without the support of you all. [qdog was in particularly fine fettle after the infamous Tuesday showdown with the security analysts whom he reveres almost as much as Microsoft programmers]. O.K. so go on out and let her rip boys and girls--and no worries about the Y2K thing: Maurice will send us all a PM if the world ends in Kiwi-land which will give us plenty of time to do whatever it is you do before the world ends. Happy Millennium. Surfer Mike