tampa's Revenge

Witty posts are ALWAYS welcome in this journal. Humorless messages - an example to be found below - are discouraged.

http://www.elitetrader.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5329

 

If my memory serves me right, you do seem to have a special place for Mr. sub in your heart. IMHO, maybe you are simply envious of his writing style, which does not endanger the readers by getting them into an utter uncontrollable emotion outpour. Oh, me bad...


Fine print: I am not responsible or liable for the writer's senseless comments on this board/thread. Especially after he's been beaten up silly by the supercomputers at SCH, BMY, etc.. Oh, me bad again.

 

I was unaware that drowsiness is an emotion...

 

I have been inundated with congratulatory PM's from newer members of ET whose attention has been
drawn to my journal thanks to your complimentary links. The consensus seems to be that rather than
inducing drowsiness, my journal is refreshingly educational and encapsulates the fundamentals
of trading in a framework that is both understandable and cogent. Nevertheless, one can still hope
that you follow by example.

 

Don't you just love the clever use of colour! Another Green Day fan.

 

I have also received any number of PM's and e-mail communications regarding the link posted to your hideous so called "journal". One from the SEC directing me to cease disseminating your disastrous trading advice, and most notably from the FCC complaining about the waste of good bandwidth used in connecting to the link.

I've also heard from nine law firms representing clients trying to locate you to serve papers in the hope of recovering damages incurred following your SOMP trading system.

 

I hate this time of the year – the market slows down, trading almost dries up, and then they even close for a few days.

Margin calls can make it hard to find money for a tree and toys for the kids. Last year I had to raffle off our dining room table – we only use it for the holidays, and Fred Harris, who bought the winning ticket agreed to pick it up after the first of the year – so it all worked out OK.

Some times I feel like I’m the only guy in the whole wide world having trouble in the market, but maybe not. I went over to the Goodwill store to shop for the wife’s present, and the place was almost empty – so I guess that everyone is having hard times. But I was able to pick up an egg beater and a pretty nice toilet bowel brush with a stand to hold it for the wife – I can hardly wait to see her face on Christmas morning.

But deep down inside, I just know that things are going to get better for me next year. What’s that saying Woodie’s always putting out? “There will be better trades down the road, and I guarantee it”, or something like that. I sent him an e-mail asking how I could collect on it, but I haven’t heard back yet – he’s probably been busy.

Next year’s gonna be better, it’s gonna be the year I finally turn the corner – I can just feel it in my bones. And if not, I’ve still got six dining room chairs that go with the table I had to raffled off last year. We only used them around the holidays anyway.

 

And I can hardly wait to see your proctologist's face when you're admitted for a toilet brush extraction.

 

Subliminal, you are lower than a snake's belly. You should have been booted from this board the day you signed up.

BTW - how is inandlong?

 

Do you still have dreams in life? I hope so – dreams are important, dreams are what keep us going.

Did you ever notice how they change over time?

When I was younger, a lot younger, my dream was to grow up, get a good job – like maybe a sales gig – have two kids, and live in a red brick house with a white picket fence. It was the dream of a working class kid. But none of it ever came to be – none of it.

I don’t really recall any particular dreams as a younger man. Young people live in the here and now. Dreams are for the future. Young people have a hard time thinking about anything but today.

Without even realizing it, I acquired possessions, and accomplished things that were far beyond the wildest hopes of the kid who wanted to grow up to be a salesman and live in a red brick house.

As the years started to go by, I began to dream once more – I dreamed of one day sitting on top of the world – I dreamed of one day being rich. Well, that wasn’t to be either. Dreams don’t always come true. But you still have to have them.

I am no longer a kid, no longer a young man. I am now older than I ever dreamed of being way back when. The years have seen dreams come and go – and change over time - some came true, some didn’t.

Life has been kind to me, it has also played some cruel tricks – it has a habit of doing that. Somewhere along the way I stumbled on to trading. As I’ve mentioned before, it was more of a hobby than anything else. I love it – I hate it. It has been the most frustrating thing I have ever attempted. And now, beating this damn thing, consistently, day in and day out is my dream. Not to become rich, but just to be able to say: I did it, damn-it, I finally did it.

Silly, isn’t it. I’ve gone from dreams of a sales gig and a red brick house with a white picket fence, to wanting to sit on op of the world, to just wanting to beat the YM . And it really is my dream now – it keeps me going. And so what happens if I do? Well, there’s always the Russel, and than the Euro - the possibilities are endless. That’s what I like about dreaming – so long as there is breath in your body, there are dreams to he had.

May all of your dreams come true