truth or dare, question #6
This question comes to us courtesy of Ernie …
what now…
First, I’d pay off my parents. All the money they spent on my college, all the money they spent on my car, all the money I owe them for anything stupid I’ve ever done.
Second, I’d send my little brother to college.
Third, I’d pay off all of my student loans.
Fourth, I’d sell Zoe to someone who would love her (like Gilly loves Keri’s car) and I would buy myself something like an old-school, totally refurbished Saab convertible. Then, I’d have it painted a sort of musty green color.
Then I would go to grad school.
Then, if there was any left, I’d put it into a savings account, where it would safely stay until I got done with grad school and decided that I was going to buy a house.
Then, if there was any left after that, I’d leave it in savings, where it would sit and gather interest and be there just in case I ever broke down and finally had a child. Of course, as far as I’m concerned at the moment, this might not ever happen.
Oh, yeah. And I’d take a vacation - I’d go back to Morgins and stay in that same little hostel and I’d take that same little ski lift and I’d look for a Swiss cow with hay fever and a penchant for licking people.
I’d give some of it to Annex and to the St. Olaf Theatre Department, of course.
I’d probably throw a party too. That would be nice.
yay!
oop, posted too soon. What I was going to say was - I know where we should go. We should go to the Broadway Bar & Grill and have those polenta fries, and we should talk about relationships and leave people voicemails about how we’re taking the other one hostage. Again.
Assuming HYPER MILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIONS, I’d probably split it between myself, my folks and my sis. Out of my share, I’d hold back enough to be set for life. Then I’d throw the remaining money at charity. Not sure which though…there are a lot of worthy causes. Perhaps to libraries or a school system that could really use the flash.
As for more selfish uses, I’d probably pick up a nice car and travel around the world to various places. But most importantly, I’d use it to buy my way out of St. Louis and into cooking school.
And I neglected the “treat all my friends to something nice” portion.
Buy me one o’ them tickets into outer space where I’d build a colony and routinly drop some of my oodles of money down onto the planet, in re-entry proof plastic sleeves, of course. And when one of my American dollars found it’s way into the hands of an African tribesman who’s never even heard of a greenback until he’s hit on the head by one from the sky (in a re-entry proof sleeve, of course) I’d sit back and watch hijinks ensue.
Y’know, I was thinking just last night, “I’d love to go to grad school for my MFA, but I’m already $40,000 in debt. Maybe if I WON THE LOTTERY.”
Yup. That’s what I’ve been thinking too.
I dreamed last night that I bought two lottery tickets. I don’t remember whether I won.
Other things:
a of all) I want a house with a yard and a porch and a hammock. (I’ve been wanting a hammock lately.) And a trampoline. I’d also like to pay the mortgage on my parents’ house, and some sort of similar make-their-lives-better addressing-of-needs for my sisters.
b of all) Money for artists. I don’t think companies like Annex would be served by throwing fat wads of free cash at them, but I’d love to sponsor productions or — even better — set up some kind of permanant stipend endowment so we could afford to pay people what they’re worth.
c of all) Money for food banks, local political candidates, women’s shelters, homeless programs, etc. I want to find people who have new ideas for addressing these crises, and provide the funding to try them out.
d of all) Shoes. That one’s just for me.
But first, I’d take Freesia out to dinner! Polenta fries, you say? My winning lottery ticket will buy a lot of polenta fries.
Mols
Mol - polenta fries with that special sauce. (Of course I can’t remember what the special sauce is made of at the moment.)
Jet … you dirty dog. ;)
alright
my question
my answer…
sure, i could buy a house for my parents
and nice stuff for my friends
but that’s the easy way out of this question
so…
I’d buy one of those old three flats on the North Side of Chicago. Somewhere in “the box,” as some of us call it. (Between 4600 and 2000 North and Lincoln and Halsted West to East)
OK, so I own this old house. So what? Well, these houses were built with nice hardwood floors and gi-nourmous ceilings. So without disturbing these two architectural facets, I’d gut the mofo. Put in a new HVAC system and new fiber throughout. Nice LAN, better phone lines, the works.
Then…the redecoration. Nice Persian rugs throughout the first floor, big couches, enourmous entertainment system (plasma screen HDTV, THX audio, complete my CD collection, DirecTV, TiVo…)I’d wire the entire floor for sound. It would become my ultimate party room…The bar would be a cross between the cow (brit pub in nfld) and the monday (slacker coffee haüs in nfld) Did I mention the big couches and overstuffed armchairs?
Second floor. The offices. 5 or 6 decently sized offices in the front part of the floor. This is where the raw computing prowess would he housed. Video editing stations, graphic design stations, and so on and so forth. More of the rugs on this floor as well. Geek heaven. The back part of this floor would be the kitchen. Lots of windows and counterspace. Big stainless steel fridge, that would make the folks on Cribs jealous. Big industrial stove and wood cabinetry. This is key. The kitchen needs to rule, a lot.
Third floor. Front room would be another smaller living room. Smaller scale version of what is housed on the first floor. It’s a much more intimate setup than the BIG ROOM. Then, behind the living room. The bedrooms. 6 or so. Since I gutted the place, this will work. I’d probably, in the interest of space, build these as adjoining rooms, with bathrooms in between the bedrooms. And yes, the bathrooms will probably be larger than the bedrooms themselves. I’m having a hard time figuring out where the hot tub should go. Maybe up here, maybe in a back room on the first floor…Not sure, really.
OK, so I have this big house. Now what? Easy. I fill it with friends. Cody, Chas, maybe Silsby, maybe Alicia (if I can ever get her to leave Seattle) There’d always be a room or two open for friends to drop on by. By day we’d work on the second floor. Doing various and sundry things. Maybe Cody and I will do that all encompassing party service we’ve talked about for years, maybe we’ll start a production company. Point is, we could do it from this house.
At night, on weekends, whenever, we’d throw down. Have the friends over, enjoy life, love work, live well. Yeah, that’s what I’d do if I won the lottery.
Soundproof one of the bedrooms, help me find a well-paying dayjob that I love, and promise me a bit of acting work in your soon-to-exist film empire, and I might be willing to leave the Emerald City.
Oh yeah, and I have to be able to bring my dog.
Isn’t it funny that if you would have asked me this question when I was a kid, I would have bought a car I couldnt drive and a dinosar skeleton and all that kind of crap, and now we all want De-Lux living spaces? Yes.
Okay. I buy one big mfing mansion in Seattle on the part of the hill near the cemetery. It must have a tower with an observatory at the top. the entire tower will be a library with a spiral staircase going up it. I will rent out the extra space to adult artists for super cheap, and with the profits, I will buy big towered mansions all over the world, which I will rent out in a similar fashion. I will buy my mother a lifetime supply of anti-antibody medication and my father a cabin on the Yakk river. And then, I will go to college, and we will all eat thai food whenever we want.
the end.
d00d
a biblioteca
how could i forget that…hrmmm
i guess i have to redesign that first floor…
and alicia
c’mon
do you think you’d be anything less than parker posie in my indie uprising?
soundproofing of everything is more or less implied
and don’t worry baby
jobs will be availible
;)
sweet. You win the lottery, baby, and imsothere.
hee hee
i showed silsby the alicia film collection this weekend
he was impressed
He said it was pretty funny watching me and Ashworth age in reverse. I thought that sounded funny too.
Aah, drinking free coffee and snuggling with Alex at the Monday while Bill was three feet away. Good times.
Speaking of which, if you ever DO get your full film collection on DVD, I will HAVE to buy a DVD player, in which case Mr. Yukino may just throw a party. He’s been itching for me to join the 21st century. I think it’s driving him nuts.
oh, i think other folks would buy the dvd as well
c’mon folks
this is alicia at her film best
three films full of her
SEE
alicia snuggle in coffee shops
HEAR
alicia talk herself out of being in love with a guy
EXPERIENCE
alicia totally blow a chance encounter with a guy
it’s a good time, yo
It’s art imitating life. Amazing.
IT’S RAINING MEN
HALLELUJAH
lizzie and freesia
the new
age
toxic
twins
Can I be Scary Spice?
yes
I can’t afford to dream about what I would do if I had a burstobubble o’ MAD KKKASH. I’m in too much of a nightmare without it.
I know that I’d pay off my mortgage in one bite and pay off the credit cards that have become my miserable hell. I also would probably pay off all the collections people, even though half of them are groundless, just so I can start healing my bleeding credit rating.
After that, we’d have to see what’s left.
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Why, I take Freesia out to dinner of course.
And then I blow the rest on comic books and oil wells.
S