I don't know why I bother to try to teach ET anything. It's a losing proposition. I totally sympathize with Jack. But here goes again. ET ImModeration deprived you of my five-dimensional Wave-Scalar-String theory of the markets by moving me posthaste to C-C. No telling what they will make of this.
What I am about to say is informed (or misinformed) by trading NQ badly for the past six years.
I am an old man, almost as old as Jack, and when I try to trade the whole session I suffer from lapses in attention, unwanted erections requiring attention to pornography, and the frequent need to take a piss through a prostate enlarged by arousal or a pre-cancerous condition, I know not which. Also I like to drink. So it has been imperative for me to descry when I may safely depart the market to attend to less intellectual needs.
Finally, I discovered how the grey amorphous THEM who make the markets do it. They are all evidently totally lazy fucks who only want to play for four minutes out of every fifteen. THEY want to call their girlfriends, diddle their secretaries, take a snort (of whatever) occasionally, boast to their buddies at the urinal, and post nonsense on ET.
So do like I do, and only attend to the market for the two minutes preceding and following each quarter hour. Consider this notion, and see if I am not right.
What I am about to say is informed (or misinformed) by trading NQ badly for the past six years.
I am an old man, almost as old as Jack, and when I try to trade the whole session I suffer from lapses in attention, unwanted erections requiring attention to pornography, and the frequent need to take a piss through a prostate enlarged by arousal or a pre-cancerous condition, I know not which. Also I like to drink. So it has been imperative for me to descry when I may safely depart the market to attend to less intellectual needs.
Finally, I discovered how the grey amorphous THEM who make the markets do it. They are all evidently totally lazy fucks who only want to play for four minutes out of every fifteen. THEY want to call their girlfriends, diddle their secretaries, take a snort (of whatever) occasionally, boast to their buddies at the urinal, and post nonsense on ET.
So do like I do, and only attend to the market for the two minutes preceding and following each quarter hour. Consider this notion, and see if I am not right.