Quote from Mysteron:
rub ?
rub eyes ?
can't be right
i will help with the rub, and if you get the first the second should follow easy enough

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http://www.thefreedictionary.com/rub
Quote from Mysteron:
rub ?
rub eyes ?
can't be right

Quote from DB_sezwhat:
Are you so damaged that you feel the need to "out" others when you have been so stereotyped your self for so long...
Quote from The Oracle:
i will help with the rub, and if you get the first the second should follow easy enough
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http://www.thefreedictionary.com/rub

Quote from The Oracle:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
Quote from The Oracle:
not what i had in mind ZR..comms and spread are but trading costs and as with all businesses some will have a lot cheaper costs than others
the double zero is what puts the odds in the casino's favor..it guarantees that the house will never lose in the long run
transfer to trading..to win in the long run you need to have your own double zero..otherwise, you will not win in the long run..and will more than likely lose in the short run!
i have already mentioned two things that a daytrader must know about..but i did not say the trader had to follow these two things without fail..well i think I did not anywayand if i did i am now clarifying it..a daytrader has to know about the two things but not follow them as it is not required
the knowing is for the understanding..it explains the why!
TO
Quote from Mysteron:
The two things were not specified though.
Would one of the things be economic announcements that can disturb the markets, and reacting/being prepared for the market response rather than reacting to the details of the news itself?
Something caused the gap down today, but I didn't read the news.
I usually look here to be aware of what announcements are forthcoming, and filter on USD:
http://www.forexfactory.com/calendar.php
Quote from The Oracle:
THE PLAN
1. GATHER RELEVANT DATA FOR PROCESSING
if we are to gather relevant data, what must we do?
two words in a tub..the first will be rub
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Quote from The Oracle:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.