I took it in the spirit in which it was intended, hopefully triply distilled. It was actually rather good for an amateur.
Ok i will try to be nice to Brass because it is well known that hypostomus is at least as old as JH and LW, and possibly as old as JH + LW combined. I will be even nicer by nominating hypostomus and friends as our official delegate charged with the sole object of keeping Larry Williams out of Elite Trader. We are, after all, elite! Larry should not be allowed to post any higher than Chit Chat, Politics, and/or Religion. If he does good in Religion, maybe we will allow him to post in Psychology. Just imagine if the following fine feathered friends were to flock together in order to fleece the aforementioned flim flam from ever foisting his fabulous fables on this forum's fine fraternity: Joe Doaks Albert Cibiades Peternam Wiles Welder F.-M. Arouet Brass Mudgins Duref and/or Duref Mudgins Lornz...yes, Lornz Le Roi des Cons (Leroy the con) I hereby nominate these fine gentleman, oh, and hypostomus too, none of which have ever spelled a word incorrectly, with the extremely important task of keeping Larry Williams either out, or down or both (down and out). I also nominate them to keep the other half (50%) of Elite Trader aliases in. We should only be concerned if Michelle Williams showed up and he (i mean they) tried to keep her out too! After all, Larry lost a million dollars in the 1987 Robbins Cup trading contest. None of us could or would have done that. Elite Traders speak!...or forever hold your peace.
Why must you be so cruel!? Isn't that one of the advantages of dissociative identity disorder? Who wouldn't like to lessen the effect of heartbreak by distributing the pain across a myriad of oneselves?
Associatively, we abhor abominable aleatoric alliteration. But we accept you appointment as the keeper of ET's virginity, whatever might be left of it after twelve years of Jacking. I am intrigued by the two handles Brass and Peternam. Together they might make quite the aristocratic appelation.
"Some say the heart is just like a wheel. When you bend it, it can't be mended." And the pain is not lessened by distribution. It is multiplied by the dissociations. But it is actively assuaged by liberal application of vitamins A and C, the Alcohol found in Champagne.
Good1, you hold me in august company. Perhaps there is hope for you yet. Even so, please be assured that I bear no relation to hypostomus or his league of extraordinary gentlemen, some of whom may be noted above.
Thank you! However, I must now divert my attention to rectified spirits. I am but a young hedonist hopelessly searching for true love (in all the wrong places).
Certainly Norway is the wrong place. Cold climes (Boston springs to mind) beget girls with fat legs. The worst of it is that you grow to appeciate them, until they throw their hot fat thighs over your slender male body at night. I now know what frying bacon feels like.
Atticus, while Robbins has been trading for me there has been no slippage, which adds more than 75% to a model with 2 ticks of slippage per side in the real world making 4-5% per day at 26% drawdown. I'm sure the VAMI will bear it out, but one day I probably will call your bet.