(16:20:03) Decorus87: woahBecause I friended
(16:20:15) Decorus87: you were friends with that kid...that shot people
Yesterday, while giving out over a dozen loaners, I impulse bought an Iron Maiden hip flask. The day before, while fixing up a computer, I impluse bought a couple LJ Drama pins. I need to stop this. Next thing you know, I'll be buying a permanent account on LJ or black vodka again. It could be worse, I guess. We all make mistakes.
Tonight's the

It feels so good to be taking an economics class again. I had completely forgotten how much I love the mindset. When I entered

Instead, I was raised to love supply and demand. Greed and fear. My father didn't have Sports Illustrated lying around for me to read as a kid, it was The Economist. We didn't play fantasy football or baseball leagues as a bonding activity. Instead I had a fake hundred grand, a set commission fee, could only trade in whole lots, and a few months to see what I could earn. While aggressive, and not really capitalizing on the interest rate at the time of the games for my liquid assets, I usually did quite well. That was my upbringing. Instead of ERAs and FG%s, I focused on P/E ratios.
So when I started taking economics classes, I just fell in love. Everything made sense. History, political science, sociology, and even classics made much more sense when looked at through the eyes of an economist. Nothing helped shape my worldview as much as those introductory classes except for Ultima's moral code. Fuck all of the political treatises I had read before, fuck all of the manifestos and lofty works breaking down these hairless talking monkeys - the why and how of their doings. Supply and demand, curves of indifference, game theory, elasticity of demand, unf unf unf! When my father was a day trader, I loved going in with him, watching supply and demand become greed and fear. A group of young guys sitting in a room, cursing at computer screens like they were watching friends in hardcore pornography on webcams, sitting under televisions blaring market news. It was Nirvana. The dot coms rising and crashing like experimental aircraft, these guys operating like Shadowrunners, trying to cut slices of money off of the large lumbering megacorporate giants. The first time I went in with him, I cursed the closing bell, and prayed for the next day to come faster.
Maybe I'm a heartless greedy tool, but man, I love economics.
(16:51:34) Pwn3dy0: Hello there! How are you?EDIT: It's so odd, watching LJ screenshots on national television.
(16:51:47) Pwn3dy0: i heard ur friends with the kid who pulled out da gun at schoo
(16:51:50) Pwn3dy0: sh0t up a few foo
(16:51:52) Pwn3dy0: is dat tru