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Sunday, February 27, 2005




Gone for a couple days, but was happy to see I got my official invite to the WCCI National Conference in the mail. It's good to feel wanted.

We spent a couple days in Sin City: Lost Wages, Nevada. Luckily for me, I had no currently earned wages to lose. Couldn't even afford to sit next to the blue hairs and drop a few nickels in the slot machines or else we wouldn't have enough for the $2.99 buffets.

My old friend moved out there a couple years ago from here, so we stayed with him and his family. He was one of many who mistimed the top of the housing bubble here and sold early. He whined about that a bit, but his new home is apparently up 150% in value already, so I don't feel sorry for him. Actually I never felt sorry for him because he's always been well off and set for life from some mystery money from a mystery business that his mystery father had somewhere overseas. He lost a ton of money in the stock market. He fancied himself a professional daytrader like me. The fool. He stopped doing that and plunked his hobby money into a check cashing business that bored him, then he tried developing a strip mall with some shady characters who weren't getting anything done. So he figured as long as he wasn't really doing anything, he should move to Vegas. I told him I was thinking of moving back home to New Jersey, and he encouraged me to do so. "LA drains your soul and your brain," he told me. Hell, I knew that already.

I see the Big Cheese is ready to dump the CCI (didn't he get his official invite?). Things went ferociously downhill for him, or so that's what he wants us to believe, and I have no reason to doubt him. Seemed as his blog took off in popularity, his focus on trading slipped. A year of steadily plugging away at the YM the pure Woodie Way rapidly unravelled. Shit happens. I've been there, and I'm still there.

Cheese gave me and this blog a couple shouts last week (after I shouted to him about the lack of shouts to me). He called this the "Daytarder's Diary." I'm sure that was just a typo. I believe "Daytarder" was a double A-side single with "We Can Work It Out" in the winter of '65-'66.

Got a good reason/For taking this vegas trade long/Got a good reason/For taking this vegas trade long now/'Cuz I'm a Daaaaaayyyyyytarder/10 tick stoploss in/It took me sooooo long/To stop out/And I stopped out.

Can't get that song out of my head now.

2 Comments:

At 2:10 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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At 4:49 PM, Blogger Fearless said...

anon,

If you're using Blogger, then go to https://secure.hello.com/index.php. You have to register an email address before downloading the Hello program. I believe Hello is the only way to upload and post photos here. All the step-by-step instructions you need are provided at their site.

 

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