When the earth's crust was still warm, I graduated from Brown University, and was then welcomed into the effulgent and enveloping arms of Wall Street as a research analyst. That occupation took me on a scenic tour through many of the banks now imploding, experiences which perhaps help explain my enduring fascination with the increasingly paraspastic habits of Mr Market. For the past three years however, I have lurked as a nocturnal bottom feeder, coming out on occasions to check for metal fatigue in the market's supports, eject a few nattering nabobs of negativism, and of course to read Seeking Alpha.