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.

Gold/Mining/Energy : Strictly: Drilling and oil-field services -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jane4IceCream who wrote (94991)	12/28/2001 3:14:40 PM
From: Edmond Katonica	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 95453

Jane Are you a Mensa??

To: Jane4IceCream who wrote (94991)	12/28/2001 3:52:20 PM
From: cnyndwllr	Respond to of 95453

Janie, about Isolard's nomination to "Princeton's grad program." It really is a small world. I ran into an old classmate of isopatch. He was a little reluctant to admit that he was ever in Rutgers. Every since Isopatch started claiming to be an alum, there has been a certain reticence among graduates to "fess up" as he put it. Once he admitted to attending Rutgers, however, the floodgates opened up. It appears that there is a story there. It seems that in 1965 the war in Viet Nam was starting to pick up. Isopatch; he was known as Kissass Kenny then, was a student with few prospects but a tremendous drive to succeed in his main goal. That goal, of course, was to keep that student deferment forever, if that's what it took to avoid any sniff of the military, and in particular, any chance that he might be called upon to fight for the ole country. Don't get me wrong, he was all for the war, it was only his participation in it that gave him a case of severe intestinal cramps. In the spirit of the times he grew his lanky hair long, took drugs and generally hung around with the crowd he laughingly referred to as "hippies." He didn't particularly care for hippies or drugs, but he had found that his dismal chick scoring average was greatly improved if the girl was drugged to the point of near unconsciousness. Apparently he tried to "help" the professors every chance he got, even to the point where they would sometimes holler at him, "get out of my sight, you make me sick you stupid brown noser." Kenny thought they were just kidding around with him and it made him feel like one of the guys. He would often say "Professor XXX and I were hanging out and joking around the other day and the 'big guy' told me ---." KK thought this made him even more popular with the chicks and would take this avantage to say "Hey, how's about we go for a little threesome? Can you hook up a guy for a third?" It never worked out for him, those girls were nothing like his sister unfortunately. But I digress. In any event, in May of 1965 KK was a little worried about that draft deferment thing. He was having a hard time getting some grad school reccomendations since his professor buddies kept messing around with him telling him jokingly; "No way in hell you pathetic loser, get away from me, you make me want to puke" and other similar comraderely things. Kenny would laugh and say "Hey big guy, quit messing with me I need that deferment or I may have to do something desperate to avoid the military." Unfortunately for Kenny, it appeared to be a bad year for the flu among the faculty and they retched quite often when he persisted. For some strange reason, however, doors began to open for Kenny, according to my friend. It appeared that members of the faculty began to mention to Kenny that the Princeton grad school in aberrational psychology was intensely interested. You can imagine the relief KK felt. According to my Rutger's friend, however, we'll never know how the Princeton thing would have turned out. Kenny got called in for an army physical and had an "unusual arousal reaction" when the doctor inserted the gloved finger. They had to pull him off one of the other examinees and the place went nuts. They got calls for months from mothers and fathers and Kenny got a 4F rating. As Kenny would later brag to his fellow waste disposal workers, "I had way to much 'drive' for the army and those other guys looked gay to me anyway." Ed