Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Solon who wrote (16325)	6/9/2001 7:56:45 PM
From: Lane3	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 82486

I was just thinking about you and your computer. I've had my new one two days and I've already hung Explorer three times and crashed it once. So perhaps a new computer doesn't solve problems, either. I'm extremely well schooled in the fine art of rushing. It turns out that I had a real knack for it, which is a valuable asset in the workplace. Sadly, though, I have no further need for that particular skill set. Use it or lose it, I suppose. Alas. Perhaps I can develop new skills to compensate. My puttering and piddling are coming along quite well, I think. And my fingernails have grown too long to tyhp[e on this laptop keyboard. I guess I'll have to cut them. Perhaps tomorrow, or maybe the next. I'll have to see when I can fit it in... Karen

To: Solon who wrote (16325)	6/11/2001 9:00:06 AM
From: Lane3	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Now, go ahead--tell me you've earned it ;) Warning by Jenny Joseph When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only eat bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.