My New Favorite Indicator

Many of you know that, for quite a long time, I had a childish tantrum against fellow blogger Northman since, long ago, he managed to hurt my feelings (which, experience has shown, is easier to do than shooting fish in a barrel; I’m a sensitive soul). We buried the hatchet a while ago, and we’ve been having a torrid bromance ever since, staying in constant touch with each other.

Naturally, we’ve been weeping on each other’s shoulders lately, being disappointed time and again at the market’s machinations. Today, when we yet again were being enticed with a red number on the ES, Northy boldly declared to me:

(I have sneakily deleted the portion where he asked not to share this with anyone, since I know deep down he would find this post amusing. Heh.)

Well, I had to respond.

Later in the day, when it looked like “they” might try to bid things up, Northy updated me…..

In what is bound to turn into a tragic triangulation, even Northy’s wife was getting in on the action……

But, in the end, we all avoided a fate worse than death.