I drifted away from this blog a while ago. My investing was boring. How these guys who have no positions of their own, can successfully work on securities trading, is a mystery to me.
The current strategy is to make small high risk bets (yeah that's right, call it for what it is, gambling) and expect to lose a bunch of them. How does this work? Let's say I have $8,000.00, and I decide that around $500 is the size bets I'm going to make. Further, I won't increase the size of bets until the gambling capital reaches $25,000.00, at which point I'm thinking I will increase it to around $800. How do the numbers work?
My current bet cost $400 + $55 = $455. I put the money down around a month ago, and it's value right this moment is around $2,500. Not cashing out is really hard, but I see it at around $3,000-$3,500, perhaps today, but for sure this week. Obviously, it's puts or calls.
Let's say I set my target at 75% per bet. If you make a bet you get back 175% of your gamble or you get nothing. Let's further say that you average 2 months per gamble. And finally let's say I can find 4 such bets to make. So they pay around $850 if they win, and $0 if they lose. That gives you around $3,000 at the end of 2 months, or around a 50% profit. Deal is, if you made the right options bet, and you have the guts to hang on to the position, 500% can happen too. What is that magic, how much will this make in a year, number? Enough for me to live on. The critical thing is, DO NOT LOSE YOUR CAPITAL.
I will be starting a couple of lists, they will be blog entries that get edited on an ongoing basis. No one can be on both lists. Most people would not be on either list.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Life is strange
I haven't had a drink in a month. This is perhaps only the second time in my adult life after say, 25, that I can say that! Some people can drink "socially" and some can't. A whole branch of my family, from what I've seen, shouldn't drink.
I feel better, I guess........ In another month will begin the great diet.
I've started thinking about writing stories about kids. It might be the case that people avoid writing that kind of thing but it seems to be a great opportunity on first glance. Just Rosie and Aja for instance, the Dells and horseback riding, cute stories. Art Linkletter was right.
One of the funniest things I've ever heard of is my brother in fuzz. God was mom pissed.
Somebody has to have a collection of stories..... I'll post it if I find it.
I feel better, I guess........ In another month will begin the great diet.
I've started thinking about writing stories about kids. It might be the case that people avoid writing that kind of thing but it seems to be a great opportunity on first glance. Just Rosie and Aja for instance, the Dells and horseback riding, cute stories. Art Linkletter was right.
One of the funniest things I've ever heard of is my brother in fuzz. God was mom pissed.
Somebody has to have a collection of stories..... I'll post it if I find it.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The book! I found the beginning, and I'm going to post it here.
/* The cab driving book */
In 21 years, I only got to drive that very first shift, in a brand new cab, one time. Usually a day driver gets that first shift, but not always. It was a 3pm.-3am. shift, on a Saturday night.
Usually, a new cab has over 100,000 miles on it. Most cabs are retired police cars, but the first time a passenger rides in it, every cab is a brand new cab. This cab got christened properly during that first shift, and I would always tell people it was the happiest cab in the fleet.
/* So ends the first 2 paragraphs */
/*
I also found out how to get into pagetofame, and finance.schnerk, AND got interested in writing again. woo hoo oh yeah and pinksheet history.
And lets see........ pentland and genova,
and I've only got 10 years to try to get you ready to be 15,
and how do you become who you are at 15, then 25, then 35.
35-20=15, you need to be 35 to be president
*/
In 21 years, I only got to drive that very first shift, in a brand new cab, one time. Usually a day driver gets that first shift, but not always. It was a 3pm.-3am. shift, on a Saturday night.
Usually, a new cab has over 100,000 miles on it. Most cabs are retired police cars, but the first time a passenger rides in it, every cab is a brand new cab. This cab got christened properly during that first shift, and I would always tell people it was the happiest cab in the fleet.
/* So ends the first 2 paragraphs */
/*
I also found out how to get into pagetofame, and finance.schnerk, AND got interested in writing again. woo hoo oh yeah and pinksheet history.
And lets see........ pentland and genova,
and I've only got 10 years to try to get you ready to be 15,
and how do you become who you are at 15, then 25, then 35.
35-20=15, you need to be 35 to be president
*/
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The modern "Prince"
Remember that book, The Prince. One of the books you were supposed to read in high school, but didn't. Only skimmed the Cliff's Notes the night before the test, right? Why did they assign that book anyhow?
My English teacher also assigned The Pardoner's Tale, from Canterbury Tales. Curious, as a 50 something adult, I read it, and it's hysterical. The punch line is this crooked guy who gets his hand farted on, and he's pissed. Who wouldn't be. And who wouldn't be roaring if they saw/read such a thing. I think he might have assigned it for a couple of reasons, first off to win us over. To get the students to think he's really a cool guy with a sense of humor. And second to get us to be willing to read the stuff he assigns on the off chance it might be worth reading.
The Prince is a little, ah, thicker.... It's a thin book, but it's kind of stale to wade through. They should have assigned The Pardoner's Tale first to build up credibility. Alas, they didn't, so I didn't read either of them back in the '60's. What is The Prince about? I'm going to say, practical living. It forces you to think about how slick you need to be when screwing somebody over. When to abandon an old friend, and double cross them. What kind of lies to tell to a stranger. Ever wonder where politicians find that invisible line where the lie becomes untenable? Read The Prince.
Which leads me to what I'm actually thinking.
How to react to a lie. Think about it, you catch people lying all the time. So what do you say to them? How about: Try some other line of bull shit that isn't so obvious. Do you let them get away with it? And, if you do let them get away with it, what does that imply? They think you believed them, but you'll use what you know to get the best of them perhaps?
You know, if I'd read that book, I'd know how to play someone lying to me.
I think I just might cruise down to the library and pull a copy off the shelf. I could compose a lecture, the subject being, why you want to carefully study The Prince. All they ever did for me was, 'Chapter 3, the first 8 pages, by day after tomorrow.' No wonder I never read it.
My English teacher also assigned The Pardoner's Tale, from Canterbury Tales. Curious, as a 50 something adult, I read it, and it's hysterical. The punch line is this crooked guy who gets his hand farted on, and he's pissed. Who wouldn't be. And who wouldn't be roaring if they saw/read such a thing. I think he might have assigned it for a couple of reasons, first off to win us over. To get the students to think he's really a cool guy with a sense of humor. And second to get us to be willing to read the stuff he assigns on the off chance it might be worth reading.
The Prince is a little, ah, thicker.... It's a thin book, but it's kind of stale to wade through. They should have assigned The Pardoner's Tale first to build up credibility. Alas, they didn't, so I didn't read either of them back in the '60's. What is The Prince about? I'm going to say, practical living. It forces you to think about how slick you need to be when screwing somebody over. When to abandon an old friend, and double cross them. What kind of lies to tell to a stranger. Ever wonder where politicians find that invisible line where the lie becomes untenable? Read The Prince.
Which leads me to what I'm actually thinking.
How to react to a lie. Think about it, you catch people lying all the time. So what do you say to them? How about: Try some other line of bull shit that isn't so obvious. Do you let them get away with it? And, if you do let them get away with it, what does that imply? They think you believed them, but you'll use what you know to get the best of them perhaps?
You know, if I'd read that book, I'd know how to play someone lying to me.
I think I just might cruise down to the library and pull a copy off the shelf. I could compose a lecture, the subject being, why you want to carefully study The Prince. All they ever did for me was, 'Chapter 3, the first 8 pages, by day after tomorrow.' No wonder I never read it.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Things my father and grandfather should have told me
Perhaps I'm an idiot. I'd like to think I'm not, but I'm sure there are a lot of people who'd argue I am. Be that as it may...... I am going to compile some material that is basically wisdom I wish someone would have sent my direction when I was young.
I taught a number of friends to drive because I owed it to the universe. Somebody taught me. Somebody needed teach them. This is the idea anyhow. First item: Authority.
Should you question authority? Absolutely.
Should you question THE authority? This is a much more complicated question. What's the return on antagonizing your parents, or a teacher, or a cop? It's usually a bad idea. So, smile, and say ok, or yes, or what ever they want to hear. Before you go to bed, open your journal and note that what they told you was a bunch of #%^&.
This is the first experimental use of Google Chrome. So far, it's lacking a feature Mozilla has that I really miss. If it turns out that it has a lot of missing features, I'll stop using it.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Doogie, take 1
Somebody Did a Doogie in This Cab?
an original screenplay by
C. L. Randall
C. L. Randall
1830 State Road 19
Marshall, Wisconsin 53559
jack.schnerk@gmail.com
FADE IN:
1 EXT. MADISON, WISCONSIN, EARLY MARCH 1992 - 3:15 PM. 1
A red and white cab pulls up to a small strip mall on Milwaukee st. The cab driver with a slip of paper in his hand jumps out and runs into a small real estate office. He runs out 20 seconds later with a large white envelope in his hand, jumps in the cab, backs up in the parking lot, and pulls out onto the street. The cab exits the scene.
CUT TO:
2 EXT. THE PARKING LOT OF 770 COTTEGE GROVE RD. 2
The view is of the same red and white cab pulling into the south parking lot easement of the YMCA on Claire street.
3 EXT. REAR DOOR OF THE YMCA AS VIEWED FROM THE DRIVERS SEAT OF THE CAB 3
The cab toots the horn, and a dwarf immediately waddles out of the YMCA back door. She comes to the cab and opens the passenger door, front seat. She pulls herself up onto the front seat and sits down next to the window. The cab is a dodge diplomat with bench seats. She settles herself next to the window, and takes a pen from her pocket. She uses the pen as an imaginary cigarette, takes a puff off it, then taps the imaginary ashes off it in mid air.
an original screenplay by
C. L. Randall
C. L. Randall
1830 State Road 19
Marshall, Wisconsin 53559
jack.schnerk@gmail.com
FADE IN:
1 EXT. MADISON, WISCONSIN, EARLY MARCH 1992 - 3:15 PM. 1
A red and white cab pulls up to a small strip mall on Milwaukee st. The cab driver with a slip of paper in his hand jumps out and runs into a small real estate office. He runs out 20 seconds later with a large white envelope in his hand, jumps in the cab, backs up in the parking lot, and pulls out onto the street. The cab exits the scene.
CUT TO:
2 EXT. THE PARKING LOT OF 770 COTTEGE GROVE RD. 2
The view is of the same red and white cab pulling into the south parking lot easement of the YMCA on Claire street.
3 EXT. REAR DOOR OF THE YMCA AS VIEWED FROM THE DRIVERS SEAT OF THE CAB 3
The cab toots the horn, and a dwarf immediately waddles out of the YMCA back door. She comes to the cab and opens the passenger door, front seat. She pulls herself up onto the front seat and sits down next to the window. The cab is a dodge diplomat with bench seats. She settles herself next to the window, and takes a pen from her pocket. She uses the pen as an imaginary cigarette, takes a puff off it, then taps the imaginary ashes off it in mid air.
Narration: The dwarf and the driver have a deal. She normally chants Kumbaya and it drives people up the walls. The deal is, she can sit in the front seat as long as she keeps her mouth shut, and doesn't chant.
CAB DRIVER THOUGHTS (V.O.)
God, she really stinks. They must have had her playing basket ball or something. She really needs a bath bad.
4 EXT. REAR DOOR OF YMCA FROM DRIVERS SEAT OF THE CAB 4
Another passenger silently walks from the door to the cab, the cab driver reaches over the seat and opens the drivers side back door. She comes to that door and gets in. The driver reaches back and pulls the door slamming shut.
5 EXT. THE CAB VIEWED FROM ABOUT 20' IN THE AIR, ABOUT 80' BEHIND IT 5
The cab backs up into a T turn and exits the scene driving under the view of the camera.
CAB DRIVER THOUGHTS (V.O.)
God, she really stinks. They must have had her playing basket ball or something. She really needs a bath bad.
4 EXT. REAR DOOR OF YMCA FROM DRIVERS SEAT OF THE CAB 4
Another passenger silently walks from the door to the cab, the cab driver reaches over the seat and opens the drivers side back door. She comes to that door and gets in. The driver reaches back and pulls the door slamming shut.
5 EXT. THE CAB VIEWED FROM ABOUT 20' IN THE AIR, ABOUT 80' BEHIND IT 5
The cab backs up into a T turn and exits the scene driving under the view of the camera.
6 EXT. THE CAB IS VIEWED FROM THE CENTER OF HIGHWAY PASSING, THE
DRIVERS WINDOW IS LOWERING
7 INT. CAB VIEW OF DWARF FROM EYES OF CAB DRIVER 7
Cab driver
Roll down the window.
Dwarf in high pitched child like voice
I don't want to roll down the window
Cab driver
It stinks in here, roll down the window.
Dwarf
I don't wanna roll down the window, I think I be cold.
Cab driver
Roll the window down or you're going in the back seat.
Dwarf in whiny, punished tone
Why I gotta go in the back seat, I not singin.
Cab driver
Just roll the god damned window down. NOW.
Dwarf with punished look on face reluctantly rolls down window.
8 EXT. VIEW OF CAB PULLING UP TO CURB AT SCHOOL YARD 8
2 black students get in back seat, back seat is now full
Cab pulls away, turns left onto a side street and vanishes
9 INT CAB
Cab driver
Where to?
1st student
810 Badger road.
10 INT CAB
Cab is not in front of a strip mall, a well dressed woman in a white car coat gets in.
The dwarf slides over to sit in the middle of the seat. The woman sits where the
dwarf had been sitting. The cab pulls away.
Cab driver
Where to?
Well dressed woman in elegant white car coat.
I need to go to the dealer to pick up my Lexus, corner of Fish Hatchery and Greenway cross.
11 EXT 810 BADGER ROAD 11
Scene has 2 black students exiting the cab
12 EXT 2010 MAGNOLIA 12
Scene has passenger from back seat who has silently ridden from the YMCA
exiting the cab, walking to door of house, opening door and vanishing into house
13 EXT
14 EXT CAR DEALERSHIP ON CORNER OF FISH HATCHERY AND GREENWAY CROSS PARKING LOT 14
Well dressed woman in elegant white car coat exits cab, camera sees her back.
The white car coat has a slight soil mark on it close to the bottom.
CAB DRIVER THOUGHTS (V.O.)
I'll bet she never takes another Badger cab.
------ Not finished, but I want to take a look at it -----------------------
I'm going to try to write a screen play.
I never knew how to write one, but I found this website where they have them. I'm going to write up Somebody Did a Doogie In This Cab?!?! as a short screen play. I only have to review one more of them and Zoetrope will let me post one. It has to be in PDF format, but I think the PDF reader I got from them will do it, otherwise I think I can produce such a file on my macbook.
For those of you unfamilliar with my alter ego the cab driver, this was for many years, an absolute favorite cab story to tell. It happened close to 20 years ago. I can remember trying to get Lief my neighbor to do it, before I learned how to write. Learned how to write? Ah, well, I was functionally illiterate when I graduated from the University of Wisconsin Madison, and aquiring the skill is something that has only happened in the last couple of years. No, I'm not kidding. I have a degree in Computer Science because it was a program I could get through with only taking 2 courses that required me to write papers, and no courses that required lab's like Chemistry.
For those of you unfamilliar with my alter ego the cab driver, this was for many years, an absolute favorite cab story to tell. It happened close to 20 years ago. I can remember trying to get Lief my neighbor to do it, before I learned how to write. Learned how to write? Ah, well, I was functionally illiterate when I graduated from the University of Wisconsin Madison, and aquiring the skill is something that has only happened in the last couple of years. No, I'm not kidding. I have a degree in Computer Science because it was a program I could get through with only taking 2 courses that required me to write papers, and no courses that required lab's like Chemistry.
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