I was going to type out a nicely elaborate post after reading Jeff's . . . Then I realized the smart thing to do would be to put him in charge of about $900,000,000 and just spend the rest frivolously.
I'd convert it to Euros, buy myself a castle on a loch in Scotland, a nice large house in either Finland, Norway, or both, staff both, and buy a few nice cars. First and foremost, a classic '69 Mustang Boss 302 or Shelby GT500, with a new racing engine in it, an Audi, a Lamborghini Gallardo, and a Bentley for impressing businessmen.
Plus a few random things I've always wanted . . . a penthouse apartment in New York City, overlooking Central Park—which I would then promptly fill with small coloured plastic balls and invite all my DV friends to come play. A kilt for every occasion, a good bullwhip, and—crazy as it may sound—an old wooden ship, dress it up to look half-rotten and impossibly still afloat, christen it the Flying Dutchman, and fit it with hydroplanes so it could seem from a distance to fly. I'd hire a captain to take it through the seven seas, making appearances just off the coast at common shipwreck sites, and sail through tourist areas giving people a fright.
I'd buy a hang-gliding school in North Carolina (probably one of the investments Jeff would be in charge of, with my direction), and open an internationally operated bushcraft school, with locations in Norway, Finland, several locations in the US, and Australia. I would teach personally, traveling from location to location. Oh, and I'd buy a special effects studio, hire a bunch of guys away from ILM, and make a ton of money.
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