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     holycow
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| | Saturday, November 13, 2004 - 01:47 pm: |  
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Here is a question which I am asking myself on a daily basis since 2 months ago...
IS BUYING A STOCK AT ITS ALL TIME HIGH A GOOD IDEA?
I haven't got an answer yet but I am slooooowly coming to one soon because if you open your eyes wide enough you can actually see there are quite a lot of signs/hints/evidence(?) around and about. They are, however, not complete nor absolute for one simple reason - I am just one of the 7 proverbial blind men who is trying to make out how an elephant looks like and I am the one who is grasping its tail and claiming to the world that the elephant looks like a rope...
You, however can do something for yourself - if you have been buying ATH stocks and have been winning all these while, and if(IF!) and when(When!) you begin to find your proven tested method begins to let your down, and your stock pick begins to look like a loser, and you are getting less winner or no winner in your attempt - you, or your method is not at fault... this is because the market has changed, it has moved on, and YOU as an astute stock trader, owe yourself to recognise this change and adapt yourself to the changing market condition...
... and, this ability to see/sense the changing market and adapting your trading method accordingly, is one of the "EDGE" you want to have, to develop and to enhance because this is the edge that will save your trading life - one day!
So are you seeing or sensing anything yet?
HC
"... if you've got a chart, I have an opinion!"
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holycow
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| | Sunday, November 14, 2004 - 04:19 pm: |
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Now that you know you are not alone, you don't have to feel bad or embarrass about your misfiring... ok?
Written to a woman who accidentally walked into a men's restroom...
Please don't feel bad, lady. It wasn't you entering the men's washroom that caused that guy to pee on the guy next to him. Hell, we do that all the time. It's rare for us guys to ever hit what were aiming for. Sometimes I go into the washroom, start to pee, and then just start spinning around; just so I'll make sure I hit something.
You see, something you ladies should understand by now is that men's penises have a mind of their own. A guy can go into a bathroom stall because all the urinals are being used, take perfect aim at the toilet, and his penis will still manage to piss all over the roll of toilet paper, down his left pant leg, and onto his shoe. I'm telling 'ya those little buggers can't be trusted.
After being married 28 years my wife has me trained. I'm no longer allowed to pee like a man - standing up. I am required to sit down and pee. She has convinced me that this is a small price to pay. Otherwise if she had gone to the toilet one more time at night and either sat on a pee soaked toilet seat, or fell right into the toilet because I forgot to put the seat down, she was going to kill me in my sleep.
Now another thing us guys don't usually like to talk about, but because you and I have become such good friends and you think I'm a classy guy, I might as well be candid with you because it's a real problem, and you ladies need to be understanding. It's the dreaded "morning wood".
Most mornings us guys wake up with two things. A tremendous desire to pee, and a penis so hard you could cut diamonds with it. Well, no matter how hard you try, you can't get that thing to bend, and if it don't bend you can't aim, well hell, if you can't aim you have no choice but to piss all over the wallpaper and that damn fuzzy toilet seat cover you women insist on putting on the toilet.
And by the way, when you use those damn fuzzy toilet seat covers, the friggin' toilet seat won't stay up by itself. So that means we have to use one hand to hold up the toilet seat and the other hand to try to control ourselves for that perfect aim.
Now sometimes, when you're newly married, (and I know the guys in here will back me up on this) you think you can get the toilet seat with that damn fuzzy thing to stay up. You jam it back and compress that fuzzy thing until the seat stays there. OK, so you start to pee, but then that compressed fuzzy starts to decompress and without warning that damn toilet seat comes flying down and tries to whack off your weenie.
So us guys will not lift a toilet seat with a fuzzy, it's just not safe. I tried to delicately explain this morning situation to my wife. I told her... look, it won't bend. She said, "sit down like I told you to do all the rest of the time." OK. I tried sitting down on the toilet with "morning wood".
Well it's is very hard to get it bent under the toilet seat, and before I could manage it, I had pissed all over the bath towels hanging on the wall
across the room. Now, even if you are sitting down and you can get it forced down under the toilet seat, when you start to pee the pee shoots out from the crack between the bottom of the toilet seat and the top of the bowl. You piss all over the back of your knees and it runs down the back of our legs on to that damn matching fuzzy horseshoe rug you keep putting on the floor in front of the toilet.
I have found the only effective maneuver to deal with this morning urinary dilemma is to assume the flying superman position laying over the toilet seat.
This takes a great deal of practice, perfect balance, and split time precision but it's the only sure way to get all the pee in the bowl during the first morning pee.
So you ladies have to understand that us men are not totally to blame. We are sensitive to your concerns about hygiene and bathroom cleanliness, but there are times when things just get beyond our control.
It's not our fault, it's just Mother Nature.
Now, if it was Father Nature,... there wouldn't have been a problem!
HC
"... if you've got a chart, I have an opinion!"
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holycow
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| | Sunday, November 14, 2004 - 04:21 pm: |
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Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules:
"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want-and I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex here at seven o'clock every night... whether you're here or not."
*** Doh! She HAS character!
HC
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holycow
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| | Sunday, November 14, 2004 - 04:23 pm: |
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A little old man shuffled...... slooooowly into an ice cream parlor, pulled himself.............. slooooooowly, and
painfully...........up onto a stool.
After catching his breath.................... he ordered a banana split.
The waitress asked kindly, "Crushed nuts?"
"No," he replied, "Arthritis."
HC
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holycow
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| | Sunday, November 14, 2004 - 04:32 pm: |
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Something HOT and SEXY...
As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night.
You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me.
You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you laid on my naked body...you sensed my indifference, so you started to bite my body without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me crazy while you sucked me.
Finally I went to sleep.
Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail, only the sheets bore witness to last night's events.
My body still shows your marks, making it harder to forget you.
Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you... as soon you appear I will quickly grab you and won't let you go, will hold you with all my strength so you won't disappear.
I won't rest until I squeeze your blood out..... you friggin' mosquito
HC
"... if you've got a chart, I have an opinion!"
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holycow
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| | Monday, November 15, 2004 - 12:28 pm: |
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The Paomnnehal Pweor Of The Hmuan Mnid
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
*** I am not trying to regurgitate old news... what I am trying to emphasise here is this - if you can decipher the above passage without much hassle, you have to be doubly if not, triply careful with your TA or chart reading.
Ask yourself - how much mental (re)adjustment/(re)alignment/(re)orientation/massaging you could have introduced into you final assessment?
How much bias/prejudice you could have put into it?
... then, ask - how can anyone be so sure of their final read?
HC
"... if you've got a chart, I have an opinion!"
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holycow
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| | Monday, November 15, 2004 - 05:00 pm: |
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Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day. "Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian Saint and we're Jewish," she asks, "will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?"
Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?" "Osama Bin Laden," she says "Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock.
"Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."
Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride.
"Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."
"I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could blow the sh*t out of him."
HC
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holycow
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| | Monday, November 15, 2004 - 05:03 pm: |
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ONIONS & CHRISTMAS TREES
A young boy asks his father, "Dad, is it OK for us guys to notice all the different kind of boobs?"
Surprised, the father answers, "Well, sure son, we wouldn't be Normal if we didn't. There are all kinds of breasts depending on a woman's age.
In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her thirties to forties, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions."
"Onions, Dad?"
"Yeah, you see them and they make you cry."
Not to be outdone, his sister asks her mother, "Mom, how many kind of weenies are there?"
The mother, delighted to have equal time, answers, "Well, daughter, A man goes through three phases. In a man's twenties, a man's weenie Is like an oak, mighty and hard. In his thirties and forties, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree."
"A Christmas tree?"
Yep, dried up and the balls are only there for decoration."
HC
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holycow
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| | Tuesday, November 16, 2004 - 08:13 am: |
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Wanna see some gun fight?
here is a raw video footage of the battle in Fallujah. Size about 5 mb, duration about 3 mins+.
HC
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holycow
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| | Tuesday, November 16, 2004 - 05:56 pm: |
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TAX 101 for dummies...
How Income & Taxes are Distributed
# Top 1% earn 21% of all income; pay 37-1/2% of all taxes
# Top 5% earn 35% of all income; pay 56-1/2% of all taxes
# Top10% earn 46% of all income; pay 67% of all taxes
# Top 25% pay 84% of all taxes
# Top 50% pay 96-1/2% of all taxes
# Bottom 50% pay 3-1/2% of all taxes
Just in case you are not completely clear on this issue, we hope the following will help.
Tax Cuts - A Simple Lesson in Economics
This is how the cookie crumbles. Please read it carefully.
Let's put tax cuts in terms everyone can understand. Suppose that every day, ten people go out for dinner. The bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
# The first four people (the poorest) would pay nothing.
# The fifth would pay $1.
# The sixth would pay $3.
# The seventh $7.
# The eighth $12.
# The ninth $18.
# The tenth person (the richest) would pay $59.
So, that's what they decided to do. The ten people ate dinner in the restaurant every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve.
"Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily meal by $20." So, now dinner for the ten only cost $80. The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.
So, the first four people were unaffected. They would still eat for free. But what about the other six, the paying customers? How could they divvy up the $20 windfall so that everyone would get his 'fair share'? The six people realized that a $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everybody's share, then the fifth person and the sixth person would each end up being 'PAID' to eat their meal.
So, the restaurant owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each person's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay.
And so:
# The fifth person, like the first four, now paid nothing (100%savings).
# The sixth now paid $2 instead of $3 (33% savings).
# The seventh now paid $5 instead of $7 (28% savings).
# The eighth now paid $9 instead of $12 (25% savings).
# The ninth now paid $14 instead of $18 (22% savings).
# The tenth now paid $49 instead of $59 (16% savings).
”I Want my “Fair Share!”
Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to eat for free. But once outside the restaurant, the people began to compare their savings.
"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth person. He pointed to the tenth person "but he got $10!"
"Yeah, that's right," exclaimed the fifth person. "I only saved a dollar, too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I got!"
"That's true!!" shouted the seventh person. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only $2? The wealthy get all the breaks!"
"Wait a minute," yelled the first four people in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor!"
The nine people surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next night the tenth person didn't show up for dinner, so the nine sat down and ate without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill!
And that, boys and girls, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up at the table anymore. There are lots of good restaurants in Europe and the Caribbean.
HC
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oldwombat
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| | Wednesday, November 17, 2004 - 12:39 pm: |
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HC, I shoved an old post from General up so you could have a quick peruse re your last post.
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holycow
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| | Thursday, November 18, 2004 - 06:55 pm: |
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A Bean Story...
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a terrible passion for baked beans. He loved them, but they always had an embarrassing and somewhat lively reaction on him. One day he met a girl and fell in love. When it was apparent that they would marry, he thought to himself, "She'll never go through with the marriage with me carrying on like this" so he made the supreme sacrifice and gave up beans. Shortly after that they were married.
A few months later, on the way home from work, his car broke down and since they lived in the country, he 'phoned his wife and told her that he would be late because he had to walk. On his way home, he passed a small cafe and the wonderful aroma of baked beans overwhelmed him.
Since he still had several miles to walk he thought he would walk off any ill effects before he got home. So he went in and ordered three extra large helpings of beans. All the way home he farted. By the time he arrived home he felt reasonably safe.
His wife met him at the door and seemed somewhat excited. She exclaimed, "Darling, I have the most wonderful surprise for you for dinner tonight!" She put a blindfold on him and led him to his chair at the head of the table and made him promise not to peek. At this point he was beginning to feel another fart coming on. Just as his wife was about to remove the blindfold, the phone rang. She again made him promise not to peek until she returned and went to answer the phone.
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