Yeah, its these
'corrections' to the trades that keep me up at night analyzing data...
Wanna see some After-hrs highlights? I've seen overnight
'corrections' above 500K shares. They also seems highly correlated to days with a high proportion of 'non-FINRA'
short-trading volume. FINRA usually reports only about 60% of total trading volume (chk @ 6PM), but it can vary substantially day-to-day.
But you suspect correctly. This reporting system is about as opaque a data hole as any North of Calcutta. While correlation can not prove inference, it can damn sure make you go
'hmm'.
Cheers!
P.S. In the Artillery Command Post, we had a standard report on the radio whenever we fired a round in error:
"CANCEL SHOT. READY OVER". Just ignore that rumbling noise you hear behind you, it's
NOTHING I tell you, nothing to see here, move along...
umh, you still there?
...paging
@DragonWatch he'll tell ya.
Humm, I spent my entire career, as an office firing missiles and rockets, therefore missing the up close and more personal cannons. I lived the story of “Rudolph the Red nose reindeer.” During my enlisted career I was asked to not only run the Protestant service as the SP4 (E4) in charge (Chaplains Assistant), but give the Sermon. My chaplain had just come down on orders for Vietnam, and wanted to travel around Germany with his family one last time. That was June of 1970.
Commanding the MLRS battery, my second command, was the hardest job. The position required a Captain with missile command experience, not just the Advanced Course and hoping for a command. That era was filled with “do not volunteer.” Yep, I volunteered.
My military career shaped my call sign; MajorBS49. My philosophy of life
Also, you now know my retired rank, my initials and the year I was born.
The army today is not the army I served in; not even close. My high school track bud that I shared the pit with died in Vietnam my Senior year. He was a pole vaulter, I was the long jumper. The term long jumping during my day was changing from a derogatory female nickname. When I graduated from high school, I voluntarily enlisted. Most accepted the draft, other’s pee’d on themselves or got a note from their mother to avoid the draft; later they could become President. Art, my fellow track buddy, he is still dead.
@Artful Dodger I luckily missed out on hiding the truth when firing cannons. Command influence is ugly experience for many and sadly rips some souls apart. Lt Calley (sp) was not lacking in education, he acted accordingly as any poor soul would under the influence of the hate and frustration of his senior battlefield commanders. In other words, he compromised himself, again it was not his lack of education as everyone in the press choses to jump on. I, a year old second lieutenant, sat with my battalion commander facing an enraged full bull because I had just flattened a national monument, a white sand dune in New Mexico. That hot summer I felt the sun’s heat melting my newly minted butter bar. I had either entered the wrong guidance data or . . . thank my god, it turned out to be a faulty missile guidance package. I was shortly after that made a battery XO to shape up the platoon leaders, and moved from that position to become a the battalion S-3 (Majors position) as a newly minted first lieutenant. Now, had that not been a training round, well there would have been a lot of crispy critters laid to rest along with my melted butter bar. That was not a high explosive (HE) training round fired that day; it was a training round, just not HE.
Oh, and had I not retired when I did I would have pursued a TACOMS (sp) battalion command. The system that eventually replaced the Lance Missile system. My wife’s career was more important than my military career.
I volunteered to marry her, no shotguns involved
So, when it comes to data interpretations, remember my call sign. According to my academically challenged education, my counselors wanted me to look at life without college, and a rocket scientist’s daughter as my wife. I think my junior high class (home room) was the first ever Special Education class ~ you know, before students like me were given a label. During that period JFK was shot and two weeks later my Eagle Rank was pinned on. I am Rudolf the Red nosed reindeer ~ at your service. My (our) daughter is a Special Education teacher and we both have or more accurately my wife, our daughter and I all have Masters degrees. I joke with my daughter that she got her experience dealing with children with special needs with me as her father.
Oh, and please do not refer to me as sir ~ no one calls Rudolf sir
PS ~ if you look over and understand my call sign, you will better understand why I am a total fanboy of Tesla. Oh, we put down our 1K deposit on a Tesla Roof last night. Gotta make up for those five hundred trees my father, and I planted in Paradise, CA back in 1967; that were just burned up:-(
