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Strategies & Market Trends : Joe Copia's daytrades/investments and thoughts -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Joe Copia who wrote (24270)	3/11/2002 12:07:21 PM
From: Howard H Bouch	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 25711

Cytogenix ( CYGX ) making a big move today. Anyone know the reason?

To: Joe Copia who wrote (24270)	3/12/2002 8:04:10 AM
From: Joe Copia	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 25711

Darwin Awards: TIRED AMMO Darwin Award Nominee: Unconfirmed 1990's, United States \| I heard the following at work in the gun shop. The events described below occurred in the 1990's in the Southwest. A small-time hood (about to be even smaller) broke into the home of a World War Two veteran and stole, among other things, the old G.I.'s .45 automatic pistol, which he used in battle in the 1940's. The hoodlum reported directly to a local convenience store and proceeded to rob the cashier while brandishing his new pistol. The cashier, no dummy, followed orders and handed over the contents of the register. Our thug took the money and turned to leave, but suddenly decided he didn't want to leave a witnesses… other than the security camera, that is. He leveled the pistol at the cashier and pulled the trigger. "CLICK!" went the gun. At this unexpected development, the puzzled crook looked straight down the barrel of his weapon and uttered the words, "What the...?" As it turned out, the WWII veteran had WWII vintage ammunition in his WWII vintage pistol. Priming caps over time are known to lose their "spontaneous" nature, particularly if stored improperly, causing what is known as a hang-fire: The primer smolders into a delayed ignition. Such was the case here. Just as the puzzled crook had the barrel pointed squarely at his own eye, the hang-fired primer detonated, sending a half-inch chunk of lead and associated hot combustion gases directly into the felon's skull at 900 feet per second. The range was less than six inches. The body could only be identified by fingerprints. As the story was related to me, the police officer who responded to the original gun burglary was also at the scene of the armed robbery. He picked up the .45 and verified the serial number, then returned it to the WWII veteran. Case closed. --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ DEPTH OF A FISHERMAN Darwin Award Nominee: Confirmed True January 2002, New Zealand \| A New Zealand fisherman was swept away from the wild West Coast beaches of Auckland, New Zealand, pushed to sea by 12-foot swells encountered after ignoring warnings of the impending danger. Onlookers could only look on in conditions too poor to allow for a rescue attempt. A Surf Lifesaver reported seeing the man standing and fishing as swells broke over his head in the wake of the oncoming gale. His body was recovered not far from the rocks. He is not the first fisherman to drown recently off the West Coast beach. Another man tied himself to the rocks to prevent being swept away, and was drowned by the incoming tide. --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ To subscribe to (or cancel) the Darwin newsletter, email the word "subscribe" (or "cancel") to news@DarwinAwards.com or visit darwinawards.com --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ STALLED MOTORCYCLE 2002 Urban Legend September 2001, Virginia \| I work in a motorcycle shop. We see many who have no business being behind two wheels. But the owner of a bike brought in for service really takes the cake. The entire front end had been ripped off, which is an odd damage pattern. The owner offered the following tale. He had allowed the motorcycle to sit idle for several months. When he attempted to start it again, the wait had drained the battery. Undeterred, he attempted to bump-start the bike. A manual-transmission vehicle rolling with sufficient speed, popped into second gear, will often start right up, and this is called a bump-start. The owner lived at the top of a long hill. After a number of repeated and unsuccessful attempts to bump-start the bike, he was left with another problem: a stalled bike sitting at the bottom of a long incline. The man called his girlfriend to bring her truck and tow the bike back up the hill. A length of rope was procured. One end of the rope was affixed to the truck's bumper, and the other was affixed to the waist of the bike owner "riding" the stalled motorcycle up the hill. They set off, she in her truck and he on his bike. All was well until he chose to make one final attempt to bump-start the motorcycle. As soon as the clutch engaged, the engine turned into a brake. The bike stopped cold. The owner did not. His girlfriend was blissfully unaware of what was happening behind her and proceeded to drive to his house, dragging him slowly behind her. Despite his injuries, he is expected to recover. --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ Read our new book! 119 astounding Darwin Awards and more. darwinawards.com Send a SASE and I'll send you an autographed bookplate. Darwin Awards Bookplate, 375 Hudson Street, New York NY 10014 USA --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ Do Not Drink 2002 Personal Account January 2002 \| My 18-year-old cousin pulled a wonderful stunt. Davey is not known for his stellar common sense, but he really upstaged himself. This boy is constantly in trouble so it didn't surprise me when I heard the details of his most recent ordeal. My cousin, during one of his chronic underage drinking sprees, became alarmingly convinced that he had contracted an STD from the wrong kind of girl. He was urinating blood, and it hurt. But instead of going to a doctor, he comes up with an eradication plan of his own. He goes into the laundry room and picks up a bottle of bleach, thinking, "Hey a disinfectant!" Davey pours himself a beer/bleach cocktail. He drinks it and wonders why his stomach starts to ache. My Uncle stumbles upon him in a stupor and rushes him to the emergency room. Crisis averted. In a few years, I'm sure Davey will either kill or sterilize himself! --------------------------------------------+---+-+---+-+-+-+-+ More new stories on the website. Vote for your favorites! TIROL CHAINSAW SCAM darwinawards.com FARMERS KILLED AND INJURED darwinawards.com WATCH!... COOL!... darwinawards.com LASER DIM BULB darwinawards.com