Just a short reminder message about the blog

Because I havve to keep reminding people about what this blog is for, here's a short reminder message:

This blog is here for me. Me only. It's here so that I can write down my own narrative explaining the behaviour of the markets - thus, "My Own Market Narrative".

I do this because, as I learned in University, I remember things a lot better when I write them down. I actually only rarely go back and read old messages; it's not as important as getting thoughts down the first time.

Like I said, the blog is here for me only. It's my own internal dialogue. There are a few people who quite obviously enjoy how my brain works, so they're always doing crazy shit like promoting me (Otto Rock); that's fine. Just like coming to my house, if you can pop over here, keep me company, keep me from going stir-crazy, and not make a mess, then you're welcome to be here.

There's a few other bloggers who read my blog somewhat regularly: Biiwii, Jojo, and Brodrick, apparently. Quite seriously, I suspect there are a few more popular and important bloggers reading this too. I don't know what they're getting out of it, but obviously they think it's worth their precious time. Fine, let them read my stuff, as long as I don't have too much of an effect on their own narratives - last thing I want is to see my own thoughts become too popular, because then I'll be starting to affect the market, and I really don't want to deal with my own Observer Effect, not the least because I find it difficult to think recursively.

There are also apparently a few financial industry employees who read my blog - BMO, RBC, Verdmont, JP Morgan (can you help me join the Illuminati guys?), Allied Nevada, and a few others that I can't remember. For all I know, the readers are just low-level functionaries, and I'm kind of like their version of reading Dilbert; fine, no big deal, knock yourselves out. If it gives you a laugh while you're being paid to do something else, then it's time well spent I'd say.

What all these people have in common is that they don't complain about my swearing. Not just fuck shit piss cock fag queer swearing, but the more inventive stuff that I come up with. They don't mind the abusive language, insults, or flaming expressions of disgust.

Or maybe they do, but they have the common sense to keep it to themselves. Because I have no fucking interest in modifying my blog's language for my readership. What you're reading is the internal contents of my brain, and this is a brain that grew up around the sons of factory workers in (thankfully) the more working-middle-class part of a pretty tough factory town. The richest and poshest kid in my school was a British-born kid whose dad was a tool and dye guy.

Basically, my brain is a dirty and messy place, and rather than complaining about my language, you should be fucking happy that at least I'm not posting about neuroses, childhood abuse, the bar scene, my opinions on music, or the other crap that passes for blog content nowadays.

In summation: this blog is the inside of my brain. If you don't like it, and can't keep it to yourself, get the fuck out. Just like you'd probably accept that you have to right to tell me how to discipline my kids or style my hair or structure my portfolio, you have no right to tell these neurons that several decades of experience have wired them up wrong and they should change.

Either you love me warts and all, or you put up with the bits of me you like and keep your trap shut on the rest, or you walk out that door and try supporting yourself from now on.