Morning Audibles

Capital Markets have "truly" become a yo-yo haven't they?... That's what happens when you elect YO-YO's, and they re-appoint yo-yo's, and staff themselves with YO-YO's...

Let my good friend ROCK tell you about YO-YO's...

Rocky

written (and performed) by Slyvester Stallone

Rocky: Eh, y'know, when I was your age, there was only one girl in the whole neighborhood who talked like that, y'know what I mean? That was it, just one. (as she lights a cigarette) Whatta ya doing? C'mon, it'll make your teeth yellow, don't do that!

Marie (Jodi Letizia): I like yellow teeth!

Rocky: It'll make your breath like garbage.

Marie: Maybe I like garbage!

Rocky: C'mon, nobody likes garbage (he throws the cigarette away) Anyway, this girl with the dirty mouth, she wasn't bad-looking but y'see, none of the guys ever took her seriously, y'see? They never took her out for any serious dates.

Marie: Why?

Rocky: Because that's the way guys are. They laugh when you talk dirty, they think you're cute, but after awhile, you get a reputation and that's it. You get no respect, y'understand? You get no respect! I gotta use a bad word: whore. Y'understand? Whore. See, you use dirty words and maybe you seem like a whore, y'understand. (he opens a door for her)

Eh, it don't matter that you're 12. It don't matter. You don't really have to be one, you just act like one and that's it. Boom. Eh, you get a bad rep, y'understand? Twenty years from now, twenty years from now, people'll say 'you remember Marie?' ("playing both parts") 'No, who's she?' 'She was the l'il whore that hung around the Atomic Clothing shop.' 'Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, now I remember her!' Y'see, they don't remember you, they remember the rep! Y'understand? Eh, you gotta boyfriend? No, you ain't gotta boyfriend? Y'know why? Why do you think you don't got a boyfriend? Because you hang out with those coconuts on the corner, y'understand? You hang out with coconuts, you get nowhere. They're eleven, eleven. You hang out with nice people, you get nice friends, y'understand? You hang out with smart people, you get smart friends. You hang out with yo-yo people, you get yo-yo friends! Y'see, it's simple mathematics. I hope you ain't gonna--

Marie: (interrupting) I won't!

Rocky: What was I gonna say?

Marie: You hope I stop acting like a whore so I won't turn into one, right?

Rocky: Yeah, something like that.

Marie: 'Night Rocky. (at the porch of her tenement apartment)

Rocky: 'Night Marie. Eh, take care.

Marie: Hey, Rocky?

Rocky: Yo?

Marie: (giving the finger) Screw you, creep-o! (she leaves)

(Rocky shuffles off down the street, looking frustrated and sad)

Rocky: (to himself) Yeah, who are you to give advice, creep-o?

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CV knows about being a YO-YO... For instance... I put up some YO-YO charts (just yesterday - & not the first time)...

I used to do some YO-YO athletic events...

I even used to TRAIN some YO-YO's (and choreograph their YO-YO stage routines, for YO-YO foreign television)...

So I suppose I sort of "fit in" in this world of YO-YO's... I'm where I need to be... But a word of advice (from a YO-YO)... If you all want to take a GIGANTIC LEAP forward in your careers... All you have to do is embark on a never ending quest in finding the ULTIMATE master in the art of YO-YO'ing...

Don't know where to start?... Well - Word of advice: (NOBODY can "ball" like my man here)...

As far as crappy things like blogs... Don't worry about that... I'm pretty sure the BLOGOSPHERE is chock full of YO-YO's (not to mention blogs filled with YO-YO philosophies & hoardes of YO-YO bloggeteers)... In fact, I'm guessing all those are only a click away...

And back to ROCKY (sorry to have gotten off track)... How did things end up for you my good friend? (who understands YO-YO dynamics)...