The number of your posts which deal with Jack's lack of desire to respond to you really is quite telling. - Spydertrader
Hypo, Congratulations on keeping this thread alive. The Mods must be anti-Jackers too. I must admit that IMO it is the best thread going on ET right now (in its class) and I have finally nailed down my most favorite alias of yours. Do you have a personal favorite?
Yes, Mr. Acadian, Arthur Deco is mon favori. He reminds me of Bugatti's and Tamara de Lempicka and all things 20's deliciously decadent. Plus, he is my therapist, quite knowledgeable in Jungian dream analysis and character assessment. But, please, do not give me too much credit for popularity. ET is pretty much a dry hole at the moment, unless you count the unutterable naivete and banality of the current crop of newbie posts. I will cherish forever the one asking how to scalp inside a tick. As for you, Spydie, I KNOW Liz reads my stuff, because she has excoriated me under a pseudonym before for abusing her man. She called me base, vile, evil, unprincipled, degenerate, inbred...Appalachian...an utter wretch. I think she likes me! (Gomez Addams is my model of how to appeal to women.) So it is not Jack I have the hots for. But I have inexplicably and recently been dreaming of exotic adobe llamingos. Soooo soft....one calls himself Bogart (sooo b-b-butch!). The other Kokomo (I THINK she's a girl, but it is so hard to tell...). I'm sure you understand. Do you think I secretly want to BE Jack?
Ok. Sure. A R2B or B2R depends upon the bar close. The extreme point on the bar does not correspond with the close. Ipso facto R2B or B2R is a red herring. Furthermore, you stated pro-rata volume in your response on the thread. I can only conclude that you are willing to say anything which you believe furthers your case irrespective of its relevance to the situation. Of course you are free to post a few actual executions at bar extremes which demonstrate your point and refute my assertion.
FWIW, Steve, I traded profitably today (whenever such a happy accident occurs, I immediately quit trading for the day). My aim here is not to enlighten, except through bad example, but rather to entertain those whose trading days were ruined by people like you. I glue myself to the screen for all 405 minutes, aided by a bucket filled with sawdust and two bottles of champagne on ice. You may think that my attention to the market wanes when I post during RMH, but I have a variety of audible alerts providing 30-60 seconds lead time before something tradeable happens in NQ. E-Signal has the most endearing set of sounds to choose from that I have heard anywhere. But beware, Steve, when I build my trading account up to ES margin requirements (it's so painful, a quarter NQ point at a time, less IB round trip is only 20 cents), I will come gunning for you!
Sidhatta under the bodhi. Jeshua in the mountains. Mahomet in the desert with his hareem. Timothy Leary on acid. I just had an epiphany. An enlightenment. An illumination. A brain fart. I admire Spidey. I want him to understand and embrace the micro, the tonal, the tick. But he cannot. So I thought, once more shall I try to enlighten the masses of the true nature of the P,V relationship as it manifests itself on the tape, in the eternal but neverending NOW. Then synapses synapsed, today's third bottle of champagne kicked in, and I said "Fuck it! I'll just make money with it and to hell with everybody else!" So from now on, I will be a latter day saint for Jack. SCT is gospel. Volume leads price. The nagual trumps the tonal. Life is best lived five minutes at a time. Legumes have brains. I BELIEVE (or at least hope YOU do). See you at the open!
"If the volume trend is UP, then the price trend will CONTINUE." Capitals are Jack's. The logical interpretation is that if this bar's volume is up, and this bar's price is up, then the next bar's price will be up. Please trade this way.
Ok, but if I buy one more blowoff top I am rethinking this whole thing for myself, Jack notwithstanding. I hate NLRP or whatever it is anyhow. I try to replace one thought with another and I wind up with this transparency thing in my head and I can't make out either thought after awhile. Seems like a lot of work too. Maybe I am just not cut out for it.
A bit OT, for which I beg indulgence, but I just awoke from a recurring dream which might explain why I don't like people Jack's age. The last time I died, the best I can tell, was in 1943 or 44, and it was particularly unpleasant, in service to our country. That would have made him 11 or 12, privileged and safe. That's also why I like the '20s so much.