1. I smell something. I have not played the upside of the market for a while now. I know most of you don't trade, but for anyone reading this who does, I think Primary Wave 2 is becoming exhausted, or will become so soon. Maybe very soon, maybe not until as late as August. I don't know for sure, but I do know some things... I know what I see on the charts and I know what I smell. I have held my short ETFs while going back in and out with halves a couple of times to lower my price per share. I haven't budged in more than two weeks or so now. I will continue to not budge. I am budge-less because I smell something. I think it's the rotting roots of the so-called green shoots. Or maybe it's the unwashed butt crack that's being passed off as a glimmer of hope. It's really just dirty moonlight, people. Be careful in it.
2. My dear Paul, the last post sounds manic because psychiatry trains people to turn their every emotion and reaction into a disease. The uber-sick mental health machine would love nothing better than to have us all running to them for pills for everything, including to put a damper on times when we have better than average functioning. Psychiatrists really don't want better than average functioning unless they can find a way to use it to scare people into taking pills that will destroy their health to the point where they can't whine about their problems anymore the next time they feel inclined to do so. Thankfully, I have 164 IQ points to match up to their bullshit. I'm onto them and they won't get anything over on me. And they'll never shut me up. It's a free country. I'll bitch and whine whenever I please. Sometimes I scream and cry, too (but not in front of the kids). And I'll have a cooking-cleaning-bookkeeping- fabulous hair sexathon whenever I please, too. It's not a disease. It's called life. Sometimes I get to be in it. :-) Relax, my friend. It's gonna be okay. YOU are okay. You'll see.
3. Coming soon to this blog - home improvements! The work has already begun with the help of my husband. Someone drug him quick - he's doing more than usual! Heh heh. I kid, I kid...
Home improvement details will be reported soon. Hopefully no one takes a shower in glass shards, gets electrocuted, hammers a thumb, etc. And... thanks to me and my fab brain, we're appropriately insured should such things occur. And the premiums and out of pocket expenses? They are tailored to fit our specific situation for the best possible outcome in an emergency (and also out of one). I'm good like that.
Wonderful you are so into your trading. I have not paid much attention to my mutual funds even with this meltdown. I've been budge-less too, but probably from stupidity whereas you actually think about these things.
ReplyDeleteAs far as the comment about manic. I didn't mean to say how things were like a disease. I was merely remarking that I can tell things are different for you, as evidenced by your changing your banner on your website. I thought it was a rather interesting word choice there. I hope I don't make any spelling or grammar errors. But I do hear what you are saying. And, yes, I think it's going to be okay.
Paul
i couldn't agree with you more about the pills. My kid has a ton of energy, and the school therapist said "Your daughter is a prime candidate for riddlin". No, i do not kid you. Idiot. SHE'S FIVE, she is suppose to be sporatic and happy and jumping and playing!! never mind that when she does her work in class she does well to listen and aces everything! but no..... she is too hyper, so we should crush that. Idiot.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay, Paul. It just seemed like the perfect opportunity to rant.
ReplyDeleteGood for you, Xmichra. Your kid's school therapist is obviously an idiot. Good thing for your kid that you are not. So many people are unaware of their hatred and jealousy toward the natural state of children. If they were smart, they would look at their own situation instead of trying to drug the childishness out of children.
When my son was in 5th grade, his c**t of a teacher decided that he should be on Ritalin because he fidgets. She also kept him in from recess to make him do work rather than letting him go out to play so no wonder he was keyed up. And she made sure he got to lunch last so often there wasn't food enough left. I was livid when he told me what she was doing to him. She must have been banging the administrator because he stood up for her and told me that if I didn't put Michael on Ritalin, he couldn't come back to the school. I told him I wouldn't put my kid back in that school again if it was the last place on Earth. He had a bit of a bumpy go before finally finding a school that was a good fit, but when he did, it was obvious that Ritalin wasn't what he needed. Teachers that were prepared to work with a high IQ young man with a mild learning disability in reading and writing was just what he needed.
ReplyDelete1. I got fabulously screwed in a certain position during my offline week, so I'm feeling kind of sore about this right now but yeah, I agree. :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the home improvements!