tampa's "short skirt" trades...

hold the press, after 300 pages of journaling, the first trade is in or is it?

 

…ahh man, you know, if it weren't’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.

I’m sitting here counting the money I just knew I was going to bag – my first winning trade since June 7, 1981, when I racked up ¾ of a point in July Corn – when you know who burst in to my office, grabs me from behind, starts choking me again, and unplugged the extension cord. By the time I fought her off, and got up and running, the market reversed and my big fat profit had run 19 points against me.

 

...see above, damn-it.

 

There will be better trades down the road…I guarantee it!

That’s Woodie’s motto, and a nice motto it is. It’s one of the things that drew me to the room. Imagine, a guarantee! Now I’ve been in a few rooms in my time, (About 54 at last count) so I was sold.

Well this morning, through no fault of my own, I lost 83 points in 4 YM trades. I emailed the Woodster, informed him of my misfortune, and asked when I might expect a check to cover the loss.

He writes back, and says: You’re kidding, right?. So I write back,and inform him that I am not, and expect him to honor the guarantee. He writes back calling me an idiot and a moron. He goes on to say that if I work at learning the CCI, there will indeed be better trades down the road, and that that is what he guarantee implies.

I am crestfallen. Needless to say, I am considering the appropriate legal action. Though my lawyer is somewhat bogged down with the 27 suits we have pending against other room operators.

I don’t know what to do. I mean the room is free and all. But I still think that Woodie should pay up.

Oh my God, a Shamu is setting up – gotta go…

 

You know what I hate? Weekends. And I really hate three day weekends. Because there is nothing to do. The market is closed. So what do you think I’m going to do – spend time with her? Perish the thought.

Once upon a time I would fiddle with my charts. You know, things like change the background color, or the thickness of a moving average line – whatever. It was better then nothing. But you can only look at a blood red or screaming green chart for so long.

And then my live changed. I discovered that my charting package could do honest to God tick by tick replays of up to 10 days worth of data! Hallelujah – my prayers have been answered.

All day Saturday. Saturday night. Sunday. Sunday night. Trade after glorious trade – and almost all of them winners! You can pause the market to run to the john – speed it up during “slow periods”. I tell you it’s better than what I remember about sex.

So while you’re hanging out with the wife – hating every second of it – I’ll be trading my guts out. While you’re checking to see how chocolate brown charts look like, I’ll be piling up the points. While you’re reading some stupid book hoping that this one will actually teach you something about trading, I’ll be counting my profits – big, big profits.

And come Monday morning, I’ll be sitting here chock full of confidence from all the practice and successful trades I made over the weekend – then the opening bell will ring, and I’ll revert to my old self, and screw up. But at least I will have enjoyed the weekend.

Nah nah, nah, nah…

 

Time to throw another bone to Magna.

 

You remind me of a line a friend once said to me, "Men like me don't work."

Glad you're back.

 

...perhaps one of your vertebrae?