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.

Strategies & Market Trends : Banned.......Replies to the A@P thread. -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: scion who wrote (5352)	3/27/2006 6:55:27 AM
From: Bill Ulrich	Respond to of 5425

So I just flew in from Chicago (and boy, are my arms tired!). I was attending a design seminar addressing the hazards of letting DSM-IV poster children onto the internet, letting them handle things like fonts and colours, alignment, proximity effect, sharp objects, web browsers, small root vegetables and the like. And woo-hoo, what a barn-buster! We're on shuttle bus, stopping by the local districts -- Elmwood Park, Arlington Heights, Schaumburg, and surrounding locales -- observing the various conditions and ramifications that social misfits have on the community. Half way through the tour, I'm reading my third 500-page chapter of Dostoyevsky. It was a "mental amphetamine" of sorts, just to pick me up from this melange of the downtrodden who talk to imaginary butterflies, argue with lamp posts, then post on internet financial discussion sites about it. You've probably run across a few of them before. So the bus stops at some obscure place east of Arlington. Some Palatino Hoffmanian Estatuary place or whatever. Dostoyevsky's 18th-century Russian literature classic of self-destructive nihilists who assault and extort a man in a bathtub because he seeks retribution against those who peed on his carpet simply because he has a common name --- Lebowski --- is becoming much more entertaining now! As we're ambling into the local police station for a tour, we're suddenly hit by one of Chicago's great gusty storms. The windows bust open, the doors un-hinge, in blows a mass of branches, twigs, leaves, debris , duhbry, and Dobry (of all people). He's holding a leash onto a small snail, which is all cut up, bleeding, with an eyeball hanging out and about, like a Slinky -- the kids' toy going downstairs -- as snails so often do. Desk sergeant has no idea what to make of this. He says, "What can I do for you?" Boxer says, "You gotta help me. I was walking my pet snail down in Hanover Park and these two turtles jumped me! Yeah... these two turtles. They cut up my snail, they took all my money, beat the shit out of me, left us both for dead ... what can you do?" Sergeant is perplexed .. never seen anything like this before. I'll put down the fascinating Dostoyevsky novel for just a moment, which is difficult because I'm just now getting to the exciting 1375 paragraph chapter of existentialism. The desk sergeant cuts to the chase --- "What can I do? Did you get a good look at the turtles? Can you ID them in a line-up? Tell me ... What did the two turtles look like?!!" Boxer says, "... uh ... well, I dunno ... it all happened --- so fast!"