I haven't written a post about my now well-documented hatred of robots in a long time. But this came across my desk and I felt I had to warn the general populace once again about the dangers of these metallic beasts of hell.
Friday, November 7, 2008
First he tanks the market and now this. It was a miserable night at DT's lair as my daughter was up all night with an earache.
Currently, she's high on Children's Motrin and singing songs about blue bunnies.
Anyway, the good news is that the last time I traded without any sleep, I made money.
If I make money again today, I'm just going to forego sleep for the near future, as a trading experiment.
Meanwhile, I want to send this anonymous message to the children in my daughter's nursery school class: You are a bunch of germ-ridden shits.
Posted by Dinosaur Trader at 7:52 AM