That Doesn't Mean My Eyes Will Soon Be Turning Red...

No, this is not a cheap plastic robot with retro-futuristic blue panel eyes... this, my friends, is the state of the economy today, where crude oil spikes and closes above $57 a contract, nonfarm payrolls registers a feeble 110K vs 220K on the heels of a superbly week initial claims number(which is factored into April's Unemployment Report), sodomizing the Dow down over 100 points... what this is, is a Foreman Grill that I use to heat up leftovers from 'Pizza Night', so as not to increase the demand for gas... In other news, the rules and fees for ISLD and ARCA are so assbackwards, that I will have to use NYSE for the bulk of my trades, and will have to get used to the new platform(which sucks), and try not to piss off the Chicago pit specialist in LU by pulling inside market orders, even though it's his job to post me. We are also expecting torrential rains all weekend in New York City, as mother leaves to London next week, leaving me alone with the kids, bombarded with self-doubt and intrusive and deviously enigmatic thoughts about the end of my professional career and the raping of my efforts and talent in this life... cryings not for me... but as I type this, I will do the mash... the monster mash... and leave the door open to let all the monsters of our time haunt the kids and mother this night... I've lost my ego and self...