You guys are good. I knew it was there somewhere. I think those were easy for pros like you though. Here's a harder one. I like to run a displaced moving average. Ninja and a lot of other apps just give you a box for the displacement and you fill in how many periods over you want it moved. Could not find anything like that in IB. ???
"Pffff!"
He was alarmed at his nonchalance as he realized that he knew this one, too.
Would the beautiful blond hanging off of the table notice him this time?
Could he straighten what remained of his hair, adjust his tie and tuck in his shirt, and not look obvious doing it? That had always been his downfall in the past -- he would see an opening, he would *dream* of the glories to be, if only he could impress *her* (whoever "her" was, this time around...), with the subtle answer that would cause everyone to moan, slightly, and whisper a quiet, slow, "Ohhh, sure......"
He stood up with his hands still in his pockets, tugging hard and down on all the shirt-tales he could grab, and then in one motion, slowly straightened with one hand low, and one hand by his throat, and gave his tie a quick adjustment. That done, he froze his upper hand while the lower hand went all the way up to his head, passing now, both hands right over his head. He had managed, in a singular motion much more akin to a yawning cat than any sort of nervous preening, to have tightened his shirt, straightened his tie, smoothed his whisps of hair, *and* stretched his usually-sagging shoulders, all the while looking like an implacable Neo about to wave an aggravated Mr. Smith onto another round.
The blond took notice.
He spoke, then:
"What you want is under {Studies} -- choose {Momentum Studies} then Envelope. You'll have a choice of every sort of moving average under the sun, and have choices of modifying the Upper, the Lower, and the actual Moving Average color on your charts. The key for you is in setting the Variance which, if I recall, is a percentage."
This last line was delivered with a bit of a hand-flip -- he wanted them to know "There's nothing to it." He did not speak of the interminable nights of TWS frustration that had *denied* him any sort of social life -- no -- and he would never speak of it. Never.
The blond turned to him with an arched eyebrow, and a smile.
She had noticed him.
