Hey, man! Lookit dis chart! Great fund puffomance, huh? What? No shit? You mean? It's a FOREIGN fund? Oh! Sorry! Wait! Hey, that's un-Amurican! I thought we had laws against that.
I forget now who the brilliant wag here was who coined the term "tick fucking." I believe it was in response to one of my pathetic boasts about making $5 with 1 NQ in a few seconds. (I am far more enamored with the rate at which I make money than the actual absolute amount made, which I know is cretinous, no need to tell me so.) Part of my motivation is the need to make drinking money. While I was passively and cowardly watching the markets this morning, I went to the fridge thinking that a little White Star would buck up my courage. But what! It was all gone! It was only two days ago that I dropped $100 on four bottles. I cannot for the life of me remember who might be drinking it. So, having pissed away a Franklin in the toilet, I was loathe to spend my own money for more, and I went instead to Bitch Market. Bend over, I says, while I give you a spiky oil enema. She's such a good girl. She took it twice. And attached are the executions to prove it. Now I know Mr. Tick Fucking will be resolutely unimpressed, but I am relaxedly sucking down White Star while he is sweating out the big trades. My needs and my mind are simple, and so are my methods. Laugh all you want. I am the ONLY person here who EVER posts execution reports on REAL trades. Never mind that I only post the good ones.
I was just thinking. Trading is the only profession where you can drink on the job, with the possible exception of driving a locomotive. "Drivin' that train..."
Hahahahaha! At 9:21 AM PT today oil dropped a quarter in a few seconds. Man, I wish I had been filling my gas tank then! Wudda saved a penny a gallon! Unfortunately I was fat fingered and only made an NQ tick off of it.
John: I don't want to see you attacked by some benighted klutz for disseminating erroneous information. Therefore, in a continuation of my effort to help maintain the standards being set by this thread I thought I'd let you know that the earliest reference to be found (using the abysmal ET search feature) was this one: 01-11-03 11:34 AM "How to make $1/hour not tick fucking the spoos in the night session." - by nitro Your White Star probably wiped out your memory of that remark from 2003. What you probably remembers is this: ...you are just tick f*cking the spoos all day..., a remark made by PacksNBundles on 15 January this year.
I wrote about this formula a year and a half or so ago in an exchange with BKuerbs and Swing Zones. I was really confused about this conversation...time mends all things. Here is the thread I was refering to in our conversation about Chebyshev. As you can see, I am conversing with Bernd Kuerbs and Mr Subliminal, not Swing Zones...agrau started the thread. http://www.elitetrader.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=21045&perpage=6&pagenumber=1
This tick got tick f*cked. She laid eggs as a result. Yummy on a cracker with butter and a glass of white star. <IMG SRC=http://www.eurekalert.org/images/release_graphics/pu0904_2.jpg>
JackR. Thank you so much for helping me to keep ET's standards high. But I am so sorry to hear that Nitro coined that particularly apt turn of phrase. That is almost as bad as if GG had. But has it occurred to you that you might have spent your time better learning some market minutia than researching ET trivia? After all, it is highly unlikely that this particualr expression will make it into the mainstream trading vernacular. Can you imagine the cover of "Trader" trumpeting "Tick Fuck Your Way to Infinite Wealth and Unlimited Pussy"?
Bruce. A mathematical mind is a terrible thing to waste in trading. I advise you to seek your fortune elsewhere. I know whereof I speak. I am still attempting to solve Schrodinger's equation for the boundary conditions set by the high and low of the day within the box of regular market hours given the overdetermination of a predetermined quantum transition (the accurst tick). But each time I look inside the box the cat is dead. Mike.
BA. No wonder my crotch itches! i ate something on a cracker at dinner that looked just like that! By wasting your time here, you have missed the chrysalis re-emergence of Nwbprop elsewhere, still spouting Jackisms. Exeunt all, I die! Meaning I go back to work Sunday. For a modest encomium I will reveal the name of my client so you can short.