TD, perhaps BB (don't let me go retrograde on why people give themselves the diminutives they do, there's a reason they're called diminutives), is generally uneasy around me. For example, clearly no one has bothered to tell him that, like Jack, I use my real name. So unless BB is an Amerind (Bear-who-scrapes-his-belly-on-sharp-rocks?), his use of a diminutive (that word again!) rather than his given name is telling relative to my own stature.
Unlike his disdain for me, I read his posts avidly. They have such an endearingly lost tone to them. As Spydie gets deeper and deeper into the swamp, BB still trustingly thinks there's a way out. He doesn't yet get it that he is the kind of trader who desperately needs what I have to offer ("red-light-short, yellow-light-slow-down, green-light-long"). Trading is a binary decision theory world, and as Joe Doaks might say, Jack hasn't shown us his ROC curves.
But to return to NQ traders, I have yet to correspond with one who is unhappy with the 5% a day return on hazarded capital that it offers with little risk. NQ traders are not piggy like ES traders. I myself have settled into a new, and probably temporary, routine of trading the first 15 minutes and the last 5 minutes of RMH, and the first five minutes of the post-market. That leaves me more than ample time for those other pursuits with which NQ traders achieve balance in their lives. On days when there is not enough romance or champagne to fill my life, I condescend to enlighten ET.
For example, in NQ right now they are "rat-shitting" (Joe Doaks' term). If you follow Joe, you know what that implies.