I started off the day entreated to QLYS knifing lower by 14%. I booked that loss and then scurried about my day, to and fro. After I fro’d, I to’d some more.
Gold was REJECTED at 1320 and is now fishing lower. I envy those with the luxury of being a luddite, simply FANG banging and going about the course of their days, totally inept and without a stratagem.
Having said that, I am down in my trading account, up 35bps in my Quant account, and generally ribald in my opinions of all of you — caitiffs and malefactors — siphoning all that is good and intelligent from me without even a nod of the top hat. To think that I spend inordinate sums of my time blogging into the wind — an easterly wind that is both cold and venomous, is somewhat ridiculous and amazing. Twenty years ago, I had BIG ASS DREAMS (BAD) of being Gordon Gekko — kicking fuckers like Bud Fox out of my office for offering me dog shit stock ideas. I’d smoke cigars at the desk and take dielectic measurements of my blood pressure to save me a visit to the doctor, both efficient and cost effective. I’d have my head trader actively raping others in the open market and I’d commit to grave acts of hostile actions against any company that is vulnerable to my hegemony.
Instead of all that shit…here I am dicking away on the olde computer — trading amidst my enemies — having a grande olde fucking time.Comments »