Buy out the Chicago Reader…on one condition: reveal who Cecil is.
Lobby to lower the drinking age to 18.
I’d like my own train.
I would fund massive amounts of research into artificial intelligence and brain-machine interfacing.
The ultimate goal: to distribute my mind among dozens of bodies and support computers, rendering me effectively immortal, giving me near-infinite memory and calculating capacity, and allowing me to experience anything I wanted without any real harm being done.
My collective mind would grow with the addition of new “recruits”. The majority would be permitted to entertain and serve me as individuals, but the ruling class would all be mere appendages of my vast consciousness.
Resistance, of course, would be… uh… “a bad idea?”… no… “doomed to failure”?.. um… “unfeasible”?.. er…
Buy huge (as in land area) large cat sanctuaries, and ship all the people out (unless they want to feed the cats). Buy all the large cats in Zoo’s etc, and put them somewhere dignified. I guess small cats would be included, but not lions, because I think they are too much like dogs.
Build a Colsium out of Loonies and Toonies (that is the Canadian 1 and 2 dollar coin).
Build a huge Temple for my body to be placed in. It will be a Mayan Style Pyramid, complete with Egyptian style paintings on the wall chronicalling my Life story. around the pyramid will be assorted structures, a mase of the TT shapes that Stone Henge is Made of.
Create a $1 million dollar scholarship (adjusted for inflation) given to some random kid who is chosen at random from a phone book. Provided that kid is going into the sciences and not the arts, and is capable of becomming a PHD.
Buy a bunch of Russian Fighter Jets, and hang them on the walls, like pictures. Buy some old WWII planes, encase them in plastic, and display them in my bural temple grounds.
I would have about a dozen houses (all connected by a subway). Each house would have a theme, one house would be “Dangerous Snakes” and would have a sandy dirt covered floor. Would be really hot and dry. Snake sounds would play. It would be stocked with Gekkoes etc.
Another would be a Japanese Castle (what ever they are called), and it would have bamboo walls, whitefaced female Japanese servents, a panda bear wandering around the house, etc.
Buy a country (any country), and run it in my own image. I would be a god, and when someone is having a moral argument, the winning arguement would be . . . Fluffball86 Says it is true, thus it must be true. The country would be a benvolent dictator ship.
Fund a huge probaganda effort to convince the World that I have gone to Mars.
Become the world’s largest owner of velvet paintings, tasteful ones.
Buy a U-boat with WWII themed crew, this will nicely complement my Nuclear sub, with Cold War themed crew.
Another wing of my mansion would be in the Great Barrier reef, it would be completely submerged, except for small bubble rooms where I would eat etc. Getting from my bedroom to the dining room would require me to Scuba past a bunch of coral and pretty fish.
Buy a city, a medium sized city like Saskatoon or Regina, and tear it down and create an exact replica of it, only made entirely of lego’s. Don’t like your red honda, take it apart and make it a Lamborghini, plans, $5.
Useing only Estes Modle Rocket engines, I would Pay someone to make a rocket that could launch rockets into space.
Assaninate Bill Gates, and hire a bunch of programmers to make one final windows, it would be a perfect version of windows, and thus would be called Walls. (I filled all the holes in windows, leaving only a wall. Get it)
Pay for Mikey to have plastic surgery to make him black again.
Finally create an army that could defeat the US’s army, and go and play soldiers with the US. My army would be a droid army equiped with tasers and other nonlethal weapons. After capturing the american soldiers, I would return them, and this would continue until the President has a brain melt down.
I’d build a castle (like with a moat and inner keep and everything) and produce Mystery Men 2.
I would buy Barclay Castle on Jethou Island. For all you peeps who don’t know, it is an Island with a modern built castle by the Barclay Brothers of bank fame. I would the get a Dauphin 2 helicopter to ferry my friends to and from my castle
I think I’d build two worlds: Middle Earth and Elizabethan Europe. This would probably involve large parts of New Zealand. But since I’m ridiculously rich, I’d be able to swing it. Of course, the bad crap in Elizabethan times would be gone: plagues, crude medicine, etc. It’d be super-Renaissance, with high speed computer connections and free hospitals. In other words, today, only with half-timber structures and really oppulent clothing and BIG banquets. And chocolate. Oh, yeah.
Anybody who wanted to come and experience my living fantasy and history projects would be welcome. But you’d have to be willing to live the dream.
Mate, if anyone’s buying up large parts of my country, it’s gonna be me…
If I were uber-rich, the first thing I would do is pay off my student loan. Then pay off my friends’ loans. The walk into Work and Income New Zealand and pay off the entire student debt. Then set up a fund so that university is free for anyone who can get in, and so that the universities don’t have to whore themselves out to advertisers for funding.
And then I’d go to Amazon.com and have a happy, productive and expensive week, buying EVRYTHING that catches my eye.
Once that had settled down I’d fund expeditions to Atlantis or El Dorado. There’d be a prize, of say, twenty million dollars to the first person who can take me there.
Donate a lot of money to a lot of causes.
Pay cool bands enough money that they’ll come to NZ and play, instead of ignoring us in favour of Australia.
Buy a politician or two.
Pick a suburb close to inner city Auckland. Every time a house came up for sale, I’d buy it. When I owned half the suburb, I’d demolish most of the houses and plant a native forest. Beautiful.
Have the best dinner parties EVER.
Stay at university doing as many papers/ degrees as I like.
Oh, and tour the world til I found Sunspace’s town - which sounds like utter cool, btw
“Sounds like utter cool” :rolleyes:
Bah. Sounds like *an utterly cool idea!! *
It’s an easy typo to make, as I’m sure you all know…l 
I would build an uber-modern mansion, with all kinds of automation and computers and sound systems and security features and stuff. I would have a staff of Robot Monkeys-- not just the coveted Robot Monkey Butler– but also a Robot Monkey Valet, a Robot Monkey Lady’s Maid, a Robot Monkey Chauffeur, Robot Monkey Chef, and others. Except I would have a real live masseur, and his name would be…Jean Paul. He would have luxuriant flowing hair and rippling muscles, but he would speak softly in a French accent. Hmmm. Or maybe an Italian accent. Definitely not Austrian or German.
I would attempt to find out if it’s really true that “every man has his price.” I’d like to find out what the average price for “betray everyone and everything you believe in” is.
Then I’d buy some of those half-pound (sic) cookies from that shop I saw on the Food Network. A bunch of 'em.
I’d buy a huge amount of land for retired racehorses, ex racehorses (to retrain them), stray and abandonned cats and dogs (seperate areas of course), and a special habitat for those gorillas that I saw on Discovery or National Geographic that were bought and housed in shopping malls years and years ago
Mansion:
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Finance all of the metro extensions they want to do, in exchange for building a secret passageway into the middle of a metro tunnel so that whenever I wanted to take the metro I could just press a button and the next train along would stop and I would get on with the driver.
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Kitten Room, the entire room filled with kittens (with claws carefully trimmed).
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Bird Room, a gigantic aviary.
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Hot Naked Guy Room… etc.
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One room with a huge executive desk with a chair in front of it that I could press a button and send the occupant plummeting into the underground moat, just because.
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Huge formal dining room for fourteen course meals with service à la russe.
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One of the guest suites would be the Hall of Mirrors. All of the walls, floor, ceiling and furnishings would be mirrored, including the toilet. Upholstery would be in silver lamé.
I’d buy a hill. A nice, lush, grassy, hill. Fenced off, so that there wouldn’t be animal fewmets all over it. Just clean, well-kept, grass.
I haven’t lived at a place with grass since I was 9 years old. I forget what it feels like, sometimes.
I’m a big fan of friedo’s treehouse idea. Mine would be in the center of my very own arboretum/botanical garden. At least half of the rooms would be devoted to airy and light-filled book storage. And there would be a profusion of cozy reading nooks. This would have to come after my discovery of a complete cure for allergies.
Blah blah blah books blah blah blah CDs blah blah blah DVDs.
My own private moon bounce.
I’d also do something to save independent bookstores. And prolly give a lot of money to medical research.
But most importantly of all, I’d buy the Boston Public Library and all my favorite cathedrals so that I can climb around on the shelves and lie on the floors and run around shouting without anyone yelling at me. (I’ve got a long, looong way to go before growing up. )
I don’t consider it “weird” but I’d have a vintage 1983-style arcade.
JohnT, that’s a great idea! I must get my Defender and Stargate skills up to snuff.
I second Ranchoth’s hill idea. It sounds poignant and lovely.
And I have to confess that I find matt_mcl’s kitten room oddly appealing. Although I suspect that the real thing would be rather creepy. I mena, the kittens at the bottom would be rather… compressed.
And of course, the centrepiece industry of my otherworldly village would be my personal space program.
I imagine I’d set myself up with a hobby area for each of my hobbies. You know… like a homebrewing area with cooled cylindroconical fermenters, pumps, etc… Real brewery stuff! And I’d hire a lackey/henchman to help me with the cleaning and drudgery stuff.
I’d have my own woodshop, with industrial equipment, not cheap-ass made-for-home shops equipment.
I’d have my own server farm to play around with. I’d let buddies fool with it for kicks too. No idea on what all would be in there- it’d probably change at my whim.
I’d have a home THEATER. Not a “home theater”, but an honest-to-god THEATER, with that TI DLP digital projection system and the super-spiffy digital sound equipment. I’d use it to play MST3K tapes and DVDs, sporting events, etc… Except instead of movie seats, I’d have rows of huge-ass comfortable couches and a bunch of ottomans to rest your feet on.
I’d have a garage/car storage area with a lift and a bunch of cool tools, especially one of those gizmos for putting on all the lug nuts at once like I saw in the Cooper Mini factory.
Finally, I’d have my own indoor shooting range. Rifle, pistol and up to 200 yards. It would definitely have the targets on those track things to retrieve them, and I’d have a CCTV system for showing the targets instead of having to peer through some spotting scope to see if I hit the target.