kicks forts posted:

Guarantee people start buying Dogecoins on the basis that someone bought $291730 worth so they must know something lmbo

Chinatown posted:

lol if u dont cheat on your taxes

Rectal Death Adept posted:

Personally i'm going to go with "Most everyone is going to lose and the stocks will go down" because that is the ultimate obvious outcome. My genius has divined this isn't a permanent phenomenon so even if I am incorrect next week I will eventually be correct and once the memes are dead I can stroke myself off in front of the entire thread shouting TOLDASO TOLDASO

Shogunner posted:

are we destroying a hedge fund tomorrow my fellow hodlers?

the popes toes posted:

You guys are like mental health workers at an asylum gleefully encouraging the patients to burn down the hospital just so you can have a bbq it's monstrous stop it

cumshitter posted:

i want money!!!!!!

Crusader posted:

kicks forts posted:

[Doomsday Economics] His bank called him thinking that his cards had been stolen by a child

Crazycryodude posted:

What the gently caress is a willenium

Fame Douglas posted:

Let's all invest tomorrow at 1pm in Minecraft

Tubgoat posted:

Whenever I start to think that maybe, just maybe, there is good left in the world and that life is worth living/protecting, I remember Elon Musk exists.

Ice Phisherman posted:

So I saw this same kind of thing happen in the 90's to comic books. Comic shows in the 80's and previous had been pretty small affairs, largely done out of churches and the occasional small town convention center with bigger shows in metropolitan areas. This exploded as speculation took the comics world hard. All the bullshit that my dad had been collecting for decades out of just liking comics suddenly was worth shitloads of money. While you did have tons of people who just wanted to fill out their collections because this was largely pre-internet in terms of comics uploads and people liked their stories, you also had speculators and they spent shitloads of money on really, really dumb poo poo. And I remember how my dad sold comics to these idiots at about uh...I'd say it easily got as high as 10,000% markup at some points, though 500% markup was pretty solid.

At these shows were the artists, writers, editors and even inkers for the comic trade. My dad would find comics in the quarter box or maybe the fifty cent or (gasp) the dollar box, where everything was a quarter or fifty cents or a dollar and buy everything where said people were signing autographs. I, not even a teenager, would be given money to stand in line to get signatures while my dad ran the tables where we sold autographed copies of people who were not appearing at the show as well as regular long boxes of comics to people who just wanted to fill out their collections. These autographs were of course approved by (insert my dad's business name here) which was literally just my dad and myself sticking little triangular pieces of paper with some text that said (business name) authenticated these signatures into the sealed comics. That was it. I stuffed tens of thousands of those little pieces of paper into plastic comic book sleeves along with said comic. At ten years old I was authenticating comics that this or that person signed this thing and the process was just ran out of my dad's living room. They had signed it. I'd been there when they did as I got most of them signed. Definitely true. But this turned a comic that would linger in a box for years into a collector's item. We would sell these to people genuinely interested in comics like regular collectors and little kids and they'd pay a couple extra bucks to bring home a signed copy. That was cool. That was the 500% markup. But the people who snapped these up the fastest were the speculators and they would pay stupid prices for signatures.

I remember how the trip to California from the east coast was paid for by getting twenty signatures of Jim Lee signing his Wild C.A.T.S. #1 comic. Ten each, myself and my dad, because limits, standing in line for two hours. That covered meals, plane tickets and the hotel room and my dad made a profit for the rest of the show while I got to meet the people who made my favorite comics and I got to talk to them. And it got to the point where I got to know some of them on a first name basis, which was really cool for a preteen. All on the backs of speculators paying for a comic that over the years has been canceled over five times. Even I knew Wild C.A.T.S. was dumb bullshit, but the speculators ate that poo poo up.

Later on we grabbed a copy of Rai 9, another Image comic, which was inked in black with a sharpie by one of the dealers (guy who sold poo poo, not a creative) and the sigs were in silver and gold pen. Speculators loved silver and gold pen, you don't even know, it meant extra zeroes on the comic for dumbass speculators. My dad's friend Glen got "signatures" from comics luminaries like Stevie Wonder and Adolph Hitler. So many signatures on that Rai 9 black. What's a Rai 9 black? Oh, it's super rare, you speculator trash, you wouldn't believe. Not sharpied at all. Wizard magazine doesn't even know about it. It's signed by everyone. EVERYONE. And by the time they start asking about the signatures, they get that they're being made fun of and gently caress off. That stayed up there for years as bait to gently caress with people and it was funny each time some speculator asked about it.

I remember the end of the comics bubble. I was at one of the larger comics businesses. The bubble had popped and this guy was sitting on tens of thousands of Silver Surfer with a chrome cover. The comics are worthless. Speculators went on to the next thing. So they're ripping the chrome cover off the comic to get the tiny amount of scrap value because the comic is worthless. It was like we were shucking corn. We harvested the chrome cover and discarded the worthless story because Silver Surfer has always and will always suck rear end, and we took the slightly valuable chrome to sell to a scrap dealer. And looking back, it was a good moment, because I could go back to caring about what was in the covers instead of the signatures on them.

Speculation comes and goes, but if you can make money off these idiots, do it. They have so much money and they are so dumb.

Judakel posted:

i believe in the tech but i hate to see the dips is title material

quote:

The technical term for the price action in Nomura this morning is "creamed"

Bar Ran Dun posted:

I’ve never seen a live hog shipment.

PawParole posted:

number

Dustcat posted:

i hope number suffers a number failure, i hate it and wish it ill

Epic High Five posted:

The secret is to never get any of the really high def stuff so that your brain doesnt get used to it and expect it as the baseline. Unless you've got like a 90 inch display in 4k, regular DVD resolutions are perfectly fine

PawParole posted:

On Monday, Bitcoin will plunge to 30k.

Nasdaq will be down 7% when the stock market opens.

You have no idea what’s coming. Be afraid

Regarde Aduck posted:

i have brain damage

thalweg posted:

Who the gently caress are they getting to answer these polls

Brian Wilson posted:

A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
(Bygone, bygone)

A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
(Bygone, bygone)

Columnated ruins domino!
Canvas the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
(Bygone, bygone)

The music hall, a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumpeter swan
(Bygone, bygone)

Columnated ruins domino!
Canvas the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, Brother John?

Dove-nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon
Carriage across the fog
two-step to lamplight cellar tune
The laughs come hard in Auld Lang Syne

The glass was raised, the fired roast
The fullness of the wine
The dim last toasting
While at port, adieu or die

A choke of grief, heart-hardened I
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's Up (Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm)
Aboard a tidal wave
Come about hard and join
The young and often spring you gave
I heard the word
Wonderful thing!
A children's song.

A children's song
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
Have you listened as they play?
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
Their song is love
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
And the children know the way
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)

A children's song
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
Have you listened as they play?
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
Their song is love
(That's why the child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
And the children know the way
(child, child, the child is the father of man, the child)
A child~

bagual posted:

generation "theory" is a sham, i'd like to hear a single cogent argument on why arbitrary points in time are cut-offs between discrete groups of people, what differentiates one generation from the other? time is a continuum, there's no such thing as point in time when generation A becomes generation B, you can argue they're somewhat overlapping and a gradient but then what's the point in making up names for generations anyway, you can talk about senior citizens and middle-aged adults and younger adults and adolescents and kids, it's fine, you don't have to make up poo poo like oh these are the zippity zoppers and those are the wurly wyatts