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IMO they are just pretty lines. Otherwise utterly worthless.

Recently I listed a poster I highly respect, Fearless9, as a real trader in a thread requesting such nominations. Later I received a PM from him that he had ceased posting here, and I think I do not reveal any confidences to quote his reason: "...sadly I felt that I was not cut out for trench...

Well dun, nut gun! Remind me never to piss you off!

I forgot that he counted those. I was trying to be content-neutral in my post and focus on the fact that the word "book" in the common current parlance conjures in the minds of most receptive readers a bound collection of typeset pages printed and distributed by a publisher and having an ISBN...

I was hoping the wrestling would be more Graeco than Roman.

666, you never let on you were a fellow gun nut! Full of surprises!

You will know you have arrived at lucid chart dreaming when you get a boner during one.

Thank you for sharing. I suspect that others have had such experiences but don't remember them, thinking that a flash of insight while awake originated in the moment. In closing, let me make the point that a classical education DOES have value in trading. One night I dreamt of Blakean fearful...

BLSH, where do you live that you have such a cheery disposition? On an iceberg in the Bering Sea? Come to North Texas, where everybody says: "Recession? What recession?" It's all a matter of fiscal prudence or lack thereof where you live.

Jack Jack Jack. How can you expect us to believe you when you routinely exaggerate? Thirty-one books? Clicking on you in this link...

She's just across town, Jack. Why not go over there and mentor her, and document it in a journal? Do for her what you did for Nwbprop and Gucci. I'll even pay your bus fare.

Mr. BLSH(it), let me simply point out that Boomers (especially us reaaaaaly old ones) aren't nearly as pitifully stupid as that article makes out. Wasn't US taking out ARMS or balloons on McMansions. Wasn't US bought all that BLSH(it) about stocks always going up. (I know quite a few who laughed...

Given that sympathetic feedback I hesitate to tell you one of my better trading dreams. When I was a kid in Appalachia we learned what they called then "country" dancing, akin to today's shit-kicker line dancing but directly in the Scots tradition. They were kind enough to let me learn even...

APMEX is reputable.

Readers, I thank you for your kind forbearance. Periodically I feel obliged to verify my irrelevance on ET. Somehow it affirms my self worth. I will close with this observation. If I am dreaming the market at night, am I also dreaming it during the day? I dream support and resistance and price...

Guns and women keep and old man's dick hard. Or might that be just guns?

I dream of the ex. I dream of the market. I dream of the ex. I dream of the market. I dream of the ex. I dream of the market. My deep associative mind is telling me the market is a bitch. Manipulative. Inscrewtable.

What a pity that you are stuck in the Flatland of the two-dimensional screen! Because of progressive vision deterioration I developed a set of over twenty audibles that let me visualize in my head nearly exactly what is happening on the screen, so that in years to come I can continue to trade...

Thunderdog, I too experience the urge to enter and exit trades as itchiness. I guess if I were a hounddog I would want to lick my balls. But we digress. I wish I could explain exactly how it felt to BE the trade. To know its motivations. Its joie de vivre. Its intentions. And ultimately its ennui.

Thank you, JJ. And Anacondom should be glad of it. My kith and kin have lofty inviolate principles. We draw the line at starting families with our daughters. But one wonders, did my dream in some way disturb him? Does he perhaps distrust feeling in trading? Or non-analytical approaches? You know...