It was a nerve-tester yesterday and even today (see orange arrows for a few examples of un-fun moments):
Prices on those things as of 3:59 PM:
Another one brought it for total maximum profit.
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Ringing the register, closing the till. Til next week. Happy weekend to all fellow traders - may you celebrate your good trades, or forget your bad ones and look forward to future good ones.
I think of myself as someone who makes reasonable efforts to keep up, or who really just stays near the forefront effortlessly through my default state of absorbing and reading during each waking moment the same way I breathe on a constant basis (doing the latter even in my sleep), but obviously I have slipped behind if I failed to notice "Fintok." If the financial advice is now being dispensed on TikTok, I should just turn in my keycard right now.
Had it not been for @chigrl letting me on this, I'd forever be uninformed. Financial community - Stop the ride! Let me off!
Instead of combing the halls of Twitter for wit and wisdom, today I'll simply paste a copy of my doings that turned out to provide a little Friday paycheck (but could have sent me down the hall for a visit to the Principal's office or at least a red-ink reconciliation in the accountant's office.) I went out on a limb yesterday and came back in, and I brought back a little bit from my hunting and gathering expedition.
The profitable life isn't a predictable life, and while I could just pick up pennies in front of the steamroller as some underwear trader accused me of last week, it's not my style, so I prefer to suffer through middle-of-night future-checking and pre-market wake-up times, and also daytimes sometimes too stressful to remember to eat, so I can go for the dollars and not the pennies.
The age-old question plaguing weary traders at the end of the day when all the coffee has been run through and the dreams have been dashed (or fulfilled with maniacal loud proclamations) - will the day end in a ramp or a fizzle?
Here, some keyboards have been slammed and a few curse words uttered. Would that be surprising?
Looks like both Pete Phillips (@pistolsout) and dave dave dave (@davedavedave224) were right. And the majority of voters (including myself, voting without looking just so I could open up the poll results for display) were wrong.
A reminder from Jeremy is that his commentary is not investment advice.
As after-hours trading is a little elevated, Twitter pundit "D" (@FigureNyenterms) of the inscrutable handle and display name provides a hazy, clouded magic-8-ball-style prognostication for the morning (I think.) Since there wasn't much punctuation, his (or her) reckoning is open to interpretation.
Now, I don't know who would be in their pajamas at four in the afternoon, other than those who never shed them throughout the duration of the day. And I strongly suspect that "D" is, in fact, in pajamas if anyone is. But the important point here is the sentiment: That the open will be lower tomorrow. We all put our pajamas on one leg at a time, and none of us really know what's going to happen, but there's a good chance "D" will wake up doing the "Told You So!" strut.
**Edit: Clarification from FigureNyenterms says that he is trying to outsmart the pajama traders who are interpreted to be voting with their trades for a lower open, while he sees the open higher. **
