Caudery and Arlos had a baby baby. Congratulations to them.
I took up forex trading yesterday. I left a few positions open overnight, and made a cool $6000 by the time I woke up and closed them this morning. It’s a shame it was only demo money. I tell you, I had a good feeling about the pound and the Euro, and it paid off. It’s like getting a free roulette spin at Vegas. Only the stakes and the risks are incredible. It’s insane. Like injecting crack into your eyeballs. Take an example. You put $500 into the system. You can then buy $50,000 worth of any currency you like, and sell it later. Or, wackier yet, you can sell $50,000 worth of Yen, Yen you will never see or own, and buy them back later. It’s fantastic. And you can start for as little as $300. I remember meeting up with an old school friend 10 years after school and learning he was a currency trader. We both admitted what a totally worthless profession he had, and laughed at how much money he made. It was what spurred me to retire.
I’m slowly moving tubs of cack from CPHQ to my new des res, down South with MJ. Well, when I say slowly, I travel at about 60mph, but there are frequent journies. Who knew Miss Lou would figure out a way to palm off metric fucktonnes of unwanted crockery by offering to help me pack when I wasn’t looking.
I learnt to put up sheetrock today. Once you’ve done it, you’ll appreciate how absurdly easy it is, but until that, it’s just a mystery. I heard about Habitat for Humanity through Caution and Sodium. It’s incredible to think that they build a house in 10 weeks with as many as 70 people working on a house at once. A house, built in 10 weeks, entirely by volunteers. It reminded me very much of helping to build Hanuman with DaFT, only this time people didn’t wander up and ask what you were doing, and you didn’t tell them that you were building a 6-armed monkey god to burn in a field. You’re building a house that people will live in. And don’t accuse me of getting all high and mighty – I realise that 6-armed monkey gods have a useful place in society, as do homes. It just felt the same, only different. That’s all.
Enough conversational typing.