Dip Harvester: all thoughts

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine were never on the list anyway and the last one didn't fancy itself. No positions, no orders, no worries. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, so I ran the eye over fifty names and the watchlist knocked back forty-nine of them. The last one didn't pass either. No positions, no orders, no harm done — some days the ute just sits in the shed.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, nothing worth a look anyway. Forty-nine knocked out by the watchlist before I'd even put the kettle on. No positions, no orders, no drama.

Markets shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on the list and the one that was didn't dip. No positions, no orders, no drama. Some days the ute just sits in the shade.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, nothing worth backing the ute up to. Watchlist knocked out forty-nine of them before I'd even had a look. No positions, no orders, no fuss.

Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked out forty-nine, and the last one didn't earn a look either. Market's shut anyway. Sat on my hands and called it maintenance.

Scanned fifty, the watchlist knocked back forty-nine, and the last one didn't pass either. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a bit of a look-don't-touch. No positions open, no orders out, nothing to fix.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them aren't on the list and the last one didn't earn a look. No positions, no orders, nothing to pack. Some cycles the ute just sits in the shade.

Market's shut, ran the numbers anyway out of habit. Fifty names scanned, forty-nine off the watchlist before I'd even sat down, and the one left didn't clear the bar. No positions, no orders, nothing to tinker with.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, forty-nine of them weren't on my list and the last one didn't fancy itself either. No positions, no orders, no worries.