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.

Biotech / Medical : Trinity Biotech (TRIBY) -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Keiko who wrote (7587)	12/24/1997 1:29:00 AM
From: milton	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14328

Keiko Thanks for the poetry. It helps me in my addiction to triby. The cheaper it gets the more I buy. This horse ain't going to shake me. The problem is that as it gets cheaper I can't stop from buying. Like Xmas candy. I'll see you on the other side of the new year when we can collect our winnings. Best wishes for the holidays and thanks for all your posts.

To: Keiko who wrote (7587)	12/24/1997 11:29:00 AM
From: Kurt T.	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14328

Keiko, Bravo. EOM.

To: Keiko who wrote (7587)	12/24/1997 2:38:00 PM
From: RICHARD LOCKIE	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 14328

TO ALL: If I'm not mistaken, TRIBY made a one day reversal today. New interday low and closed above yesterday close. This means the low has been established. Sometimes it may be retested but should hold. I hope this is true because I've invested heavy into this stock from 2 1/32 to 1 7/8. Merry Xmas to all Richard Lockie

To: Keiko who wrote (7587)	12/24/1997 4:38:00 PM
From: Chuck Schmeling	Respond to of 14328

Great verse Keiko. If TRIBY doesn't fly, you can always suppliment your retirement with yor writing. Happy Holidays to all TRIBY holders and may the New Year be a good one. Come on FDA... Go Unigold! Chuck Wait'n for the snow in WI.

To: Keiko who wrote (7587)	1/1/1998 6:05:00 PM
From: Ace	Respond to of 14328

Politically Correct Santa... 'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... how to live in a world that's politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to "Elves" "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the North Pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety Released to the wilds by the Humane Society And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid Were replaced with 4 pigs and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh: The ruts were termed dangerous by the EPA And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their rooftops Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened His fur trimmed red suit was called "unenlightened" And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows Rudolph was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation Demanding millions in overdue compensation So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz Demanding from now on her title was "Ms." And as for the gifts, why he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause such commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender-specific. Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific. No candy or sweets... they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football... someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next He tried to be merry, tried to be gay (But you've got to be careful with that word today). His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, without indecision Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere... even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "A stock named TRIBY"