It’s not like it’s impossible. I know of someone that is going to make that over the next 10 years. I think I’d take the usual big house, big fast car, private island, army of beautiful nymphomaniac sex slaves, etc. What about you?
- Big lot on Resevior
- Big House, fully networked
- Wall off said lot.
- OC3
- Computing Power to run same.
- Domain Name.
- Big, Gas Guzzling SUV
- Move in.
- Never work for another human being, ever again.
- Pay off the debts of all close family members and in-laws.
- Invest a healthy portion in T-Bills, mutual funds, etc.
- New cars. 2 practical, 1 garish.
- Buy as much of a stake in a sports team as I could, preferably the Chicago Cubs.
Nope, no new house. I have a great one now, about the only thing I would do with it is get that sucker as wired and technologically advanced as I could.
Well, I have a student loan. That should pay off most of the interest. [Or at least it seems that way.]
Investments for myself and family members, making sure they are cared for in their retirement years.
A couple of charities and non-profit organizations that I am involved in would have a really nice check from me.
Anonymous donations to a few others.
Presents to a select few folk who have been especially kind to me.
Change my name, unhook the phone and travel to my heart’s content.
Saint Zero, you’re Bill Gates aren’t you.
Mully, I love you, and I don’t mean that in a platonic, non-sexual way either. You have to promise to get Wrigley in the deal too.
Me? Oh, I was thinking of developing a full tactile VR-SDMB, just for kicks. I really want to enjoy those post party threads for a change.
Invest a pile of it.
Buy a big, old house near school and be a student. For a long time. Try my damnest to get every undergrad degree I could think of. (Chem E, Philosophy, Music, Psyc…)
Send a big fat check to my high school chior and theatre dept. Refuse to let the normal budget people suck it off to the sports teams.
Buy a cabin on Lake Michigan for my mom.
Travel a bit.
Buy a really nice loom and take more weaving classes.
Buy some wilderness and hand it off to Laurel and Nick.
Send Mike traveling.
Adopt a Humane Society.
Beg the Chicago Reader to let me buy the SDMB a new server.
Visit a friend of mine in Cali. grin
Build that powered superhero exoskeleton I’ve been dreaming about.
Oh, and pay off the home mortgage.
Holy crap!
You know… for $252 Million, you guys think pretty small.
“ONE” house? Man… talk about living off the profits, then dying.
- Loans? Pfft. Here’s a 100% tip. Thank you. Never call me again.
- Friend’s and family’s loans? Toast. Plus a few interesting gifts this Christmas under the tree.(e.g.: A Ducati for my best friend)
- Start four businesses. One would be a nightclub. The other is confidential (I’m thinking about fulfilling that dream). The third would be a latenight cafe. The fourth woudl be a mountina B&B on the side of a ski hill. Maybe a few of these in different parts of the world. Buy one Winery. (You want your kids to have security? There ya go. If the great-grandkids starve, it’s you own fault.)
- At least $20 million to a charity of my choice.
- A yacht to live on. (80’. Not much bigger needed)
- Travel. Business/First class. Everywhere.
- At least four houses: One in Helsinki, one on the west coast of Italy (with yacht moorage), one in Ibiza or in the alps, one on the beach in San Diego. One must have a sound studio. Wired? not all of them, but one or two would be with home-theatre sound, darkrooms and stuff.
- 3 Flats in any of the follwing: Stockholm, Amsterdam, Firenze, Vienna, Venezia, Rathmines (Dublin), Knightsbridge, Garden district (New Orleans), Lake Tahoe, Upper East Side.
- One castle. Italy, Austria, or Ireland. (optional)
- One major offshore powerboat. (Sunseeker or Baja)
- At least five cars, and two motorcycles, one helicopter.
- Going back to school: Helicopter pilot lessons (Hell, Harrier lessons!). Italian, Spanish, Chinese, Swedish and Arabic lessons. Music Production lessons (with William Orbit). Skysurfing lessons. Piano lessons (with Jerry Lee Lewis). Wu Shu lessons (with Jet Li). Stunt driving lessons. Protection/security driving lessons. Wreck diving and rescue SCUBA lessons. Equestrian lessons. Guitar lessons (with Joe Satriani). Archery lessons.
- Take part in skysurfing, offshore powerboat, rallye, and music competitions.
- Contribute to/Host Jazz festivals and Opera performances.
- Brioni suit. Two.
- Camera. Darkroom. Experiment.
- Ten cases of Veuve Cliquot. At least one Grande Dame.
- Wardrobe restrictions: Cotton, silk, denim, leather, cashmere, kevlar, goretex.
- New toy chest: Canopy and container with all the bells and whistles. Compact Bow and quiver, snowboard, skyboard, climbing rope and gear, bungee cord, SCUBA gear, etc.
- Host a party; fly, limo and accomodate all friends for two weeks.
Did I forget anything?
You would buy into a franchise of a sport that pays its players $252 million?
Hire an accountant, a tax lawyer, someone to answer mail, & a house keeper.
It sounds like a lot more if you say it like this…
<Dr. Evil voice on>
One quarter of a BILLION DOLLARS!!!
<Dr. Evil voice off>.
- Nice house. Big, but tasteful.
- Cars. Mullinator’s got it right; 2 practica1, 1 sporty.
- Invest most of it in safe, blue-chip stuff and bonds.
- Vacation.
- New computer every six months.
- Produce a movie.
- Back to school.
This sounds like the deal the Texas Rangers just signed for “premier” shortstop Alex Rodriguez.
I’ll tell you what I wouldn’t do with 252 mill. I sure as hell wouldn’t give it to that prima Donna AROD.
First of all, the interest alone at just a normal bank rate would amount to 12.5 million dollars a year. I could invest it and get around 17-25% annual return. So I could probably spend as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted, and never even touch the actual money.
Oh, but you wanted to know what I would do with it? I dunno. Hire people to roll around in it naked shouting “whoopie! whooopie! Ender’s rich!” Buy out town square so I could perform public floggings on everyone who was ever mean to me. Oh and send $100,000 to every Doper [sub]and be sure to remember that if you ever get $252 million dollars[/sub]
- Pay off obligatory debts belonging to us, close friends and family with one condition: never tell sister in law.
Is it bad that I want to just torture her with thinking that we have a new car/whatnot/fabulous trip because I clip coupon and pick up returnables off the road? What is the point of being filthy rich if I cannot be evil?)
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Liposuction and lasix surgery. Maybe hair extensions.
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Obligatory investments for me, us, kids, family.
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Scholarships set up at my alma mater (high school) for girls.
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Hire a hand full of private tutors, get a jet plane and travel the world with my kids in a big flying school house
( then sell the rights for an after school special.)
6)Pay someone to let the dog in and out and in and out alllll day long.
- Pay someone to play with my dog.
8)Hire some nice young men with hard bodies to weed and maintain my property in the summer time.
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Throw out every thing in our house and start from scratch in decorating and style.
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Hire someone to do what I hate the most in household chores: cooking and folding laundry.
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Buy husband center ice season tickets to Red Wings Games.
12)Hire actors with distinctive voices ( Sean Connery, Antonio Banderas, Mel Gibson, Lauren Bacall, etc) to read bed time stories into a tape for my kids ( and me).
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Keep a place in London, Paris, Hamburg, Rome and Sydney.
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Travel, travel, travel, travel.
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Build an indoor inground heated swimming pool with a retractable roof, cabana and all the swim noodles I desire.
(paid for by the returnables, naturally.)
I’d move to a place where the temperature never drops below 70 degrees Farenheit, purchase a large estate and an absurdly large SUV (Ford Excursion probably, or maybe one of those stretched Lincoln Navigators). I would also set up said estate with a 48 track fully digital recording studio. I would order a whole lot of beer (something weak and American brewed, probably Budweiser or Busch) by the keg. Also a lot of pizza.
WTF? Visit a friend? Why not just buy him a large town? Marry him? Fly him out to Pitt to see you? (Or just buy him his own jet)
What would I do?
Buy a sports franchise.
Rent lots of women.
Buy lots of penicillin.
Lawyer on retainer.
NEVER MARRY.
[sub]Finally, I’d buy a tutor (pretty, and female–I could use her for other things) for Medea’s Child, so she could learn to spell “choir” and also learn the difference between “siphon off” and “suck off”.
After all, that last distinction is important for OTHER THINGS, too[/sub]
What would I do with a quater of a billion dollars.
hmmmm…
Okay, Here goes…
- Buy a Really Nice house With a seven car garage.
- Fill said garage with seven luxury cars so I would have one for each day of the week.
- Build a private Olympic size ice skating rink with new skates and a full skating wardrobe.
- Pay off all loans and a friends and families loans.
- Donate a lot of money to charites- Bird Rescue, Forgotten Felines, Humane Society, etc.
- Private Jet
- Vacation homes in France, Italy, Hawaii, and Florida.
- Buy a day at Six Flags where no one except me and a selected few friends would go have a ball.
- Produce a movie
- Continue to think to myself, now what am I going to do with the rest of this money.
- Did I mention never working when I didn’t want to again.
Heck No! If I were, I’d be doing things besides stalling the government until my buddy Bush got in office.
Oh yeah, let me add I’d pay off loans for friends, and not tell them who did it. 
[sarcasm]
Well…gee, I certainly feel guilty about having all that money. Why don’t I flagellate myself and give every last cent to the poor? After all…I have no right to have all that money while they have none!
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