It was a beautiful morning.

I awoke to the sun shining and birds chirping.

I took an awesome hot shower and hummed Ratdog in preparation for tonight’s Jones Beach show.

I peeked at MarketWatch to find that my weekly syndicated vibe was again the  #1 most read.

I poked around the global markets and saw commodities well bid.

Yes, it’s safe to say that by the time I arrived at MVHQ, I was in a pretty good mood.

That’s when the tech issues began.

No columns on Minyanville.

No Buzz content through 8:30 AM.

No way to communicate our mojo to the masses.

There are few things that rub my craw like technology brownouts.

Truth be told, I was livid.

Not smashing phones livid—I haven’t done that since Smith Barney bought 10,000 Cisco (CSCO) calls instead of 10,000 Cisco puts in 2001—but livid nonetheless.

How did I react?

What did I do?

Nothing! Because if I took it to small claims court, it would just drain 8 hours out of my life and they probably wouldn’t show up and even if I got the judgment they’d just stiff me anyway; so what I did was piss and moan like an impotent jerk, inhaled a deep breath and took it like a man!

Thanks for the liberal literary license Fletcher! A little levity goes a long way and now that we’re cooking with oil, it’s time to jump the Hump and view the dew.

Some Random Thoughts:
 


Answers I Really Wanna Know…
 


I’m off like a prom dress tomorrow and Friday to fix myself—fare ye well and remember that risk management trumps reward chasing no matter which way you choose to play.

May peace be with you!

R.P.