I’ve been working on my complicated ceiling for nine days now, along with some related projects on the walls and trim. Feels more like nine weeks. And of course, this being an old ill-built house, every step of progress reveals some new problem. I’m making only a few hours progress a day, but at least it’s getting there. Slooooowly.<\/p>\n
Why was I not born wealthy so I could sit by a pool sipping a pina colada while someone else gets paid to do this sort of thing?<\/p>\n
Oh well, when it’s done, I’ll brim with satisfaction about how I did it all myself. And it was a breeze, really. A breeze.<\/i><\/p>\n
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Speaking of being wealthy …<\/p>\n
I love celebrity scandals even when (as is increasingly the case) I have no idea who the celebrities are or what they did to become famous.<\/p>\n
Current case in point is a personage known as 50 Cent. Mr. Cent has been for years giving every sign of vast wealth. Not wealth as in “Hey, how ’bout I fund a mission to Mars?” or “You know, I’ll bet I could build an electric car for the masses.” But wealthy as in $40,000 gold chains, multiple Rolls Royces, $1.6 million dollar bets on boxing matches, and a 24-bathroom house with its own private nightclub.<\/p>\n
Recently, however, Mr. Cent has declared bankruptcy, apparently in hopes of avoiding a $5 million court judgement against him for posting some woman’s porn video online without her consent. Now he claims and claims and claims again that he was merely pretending<\/i> to be rich<\/a> all this time.<\/p>\n Which is more pathetic? Actually being<\/i> rich and using your wealth to display yourself before a moronic public? Or pretending<\/i> to be rich because you’re so desperate to win the good opinion of said morons?<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n