You must really take those queries to the board room with yoohoo, the moon lunatic (purposefully redundant, I know), and the dozen cheerleaders-yesmen that perpetually brownnose you, both online and off.
Please don't make me laugh! My pleuresy, you know. I haven't laughed at a post here other than my own for weeks. You are right on both counts. When computer games were just becoming reasonably challenging in the 80's I had a sideline selling them for a while, introducing to my equally nerdy customers the various simulators, which even then weren't bad. I still think of my trading screen as a game, a simulacrum of an unreality I still don't quite get. So when I put on my old white Huey-vintage helicopter flight helmet and my baggy flight OD suit and my worn out old combat boots and plug my headset into the stereo connected to the computer, and slip my .45 into my shoulder holster, yes, I think I am a great trading simulator. As to ET, thank goodness for most of them! Where else would the liquidity come from?
Well you may jest, but MPD is serious binness to me. I will never forget reading Richard Bandler: "In the future we will all have multiple personalities." He meant that comment positively, I think. To mean that MPD is a perfectly reasonable and effective way to cope with living in contemporary civilization. The original and still king of MPD is the right brain. Lacking speech and logic, all it knows is to scratch its nuts inappropriately. I keep my right brain, which suffers from severe ADHD, and thinks that trading is deathly dull, pacified, nay, numbed, while trading. Classical music, preferably Renaissance and Baroque. Porn on a side computer. Carefully metered sips of cheap champagne. And ET. It especially likes the pussy shots, but will condescend to harrumph at the odd chart. And if it gets particularly restless I paradoxically reward it by letting it reload some pistol cartridges.
Correct, I have traders with ten years posting history who read what I post Makes you green with envy doesn't it, my little MPD fan
No I am really cornfuzed. Am I having this side conversation with myself? Actually, I have a little MPD fan. It oscillates to keep all my personalities cool.
JPM was green with envy, now they are just red and envious. And not precisely of your one-tic stoppers... Tell that to your dozen cheerleader jerkoffs.
My decades of analytical practice lead me to suspect some latent hostility here. Brown-nose? Jerkoff? Can brown-nose jerkoff be next? Or will it be jerkoff brown-nose?