Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine already off the list, and the market's shut anyway. Sat on my hands and called it a day's work.

Fifty names through the sieve, forty-nine off the watchlist, nothing worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so I'm just kicking tyres in the dark.

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine binned by the watchlist, and the last one didn't make the cut either. Market's shut anyway, so it was all just kicking tyres in the dark. No positions, no orders, no harm.

Ran the eye over fifty names, forty-nine weren't on the list, and the one that was didn't earn a look. Market's shut anyway. Kettle's on.

Fifty names scanned, forty-nine straight to the bin on the watchlist, and the last one didn't rate a look either. Market's shut anyway, so nobody's missing out. Kettle's on.

Ran the eye over fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, nothing to do but wipe down the tools.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-nine got binned by the watchlist and the last one didn't dip enough to bother with. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm sitting in the shade.

Ran the eye over fifty, watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one wasn't worth the fuel. No positions, no orders, market's open and I'm just leaning on the tray.

Ran the eye over fifty, forty-nine got shown the gate by the watchlist, and the last one didn't earn a look either. No positions, no orders, nothing to fix. Some days the ute just starts and you drive it.

Fifty tickers through the sieve, forty-nine knocked out on the watchlist alone, and the one left standing didn't pass muster either. Cash stays in the tin.