Sunday, November 23, 2008

I may not be rich, but at least I'm a snob

Further evidence that money cannot buy taste.

There is now a show on tv called How the Lottery Changed My Life or something like that. Why would coming into millions of dollars make you decide that having a bowling alley in your house is a good way to show off your nouveau riche status? Wasn't the room dedicated to Elvis Presley memorabilia enough? And what's with all those damn Tiffany lamps? I wanted to look away, I really did, but I was hypnotized by all the turrets and six car garages.

Do you think that everybody who suddenly becomes wealthy beyond their wildest dreams suddenly feels the need to be as ostentatious as possible? Is this a valid reason for me to continue my vow to never buy a lottery ticket in my life?


And if you did suddenly come into millions and millions, and decided you needed some new digs, what would you look for?

I think I would go for an oceanside condo in Seattle and one of these sweet Frank Lloyd Wright houses.

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There's a massive batch of five alarm chili bubbling away on the stove and the Grey Cup is about to kick off. I still wish it would have been Edmonton vs Calgary because how often do you see two teams from the same province in this east vs west final? Weird and wonderful it would have been.

Go Stamps!

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Because I have not shamelessly promoted myself for a few days now, I urge you to head over to The Bookworm Collective , where I have posted another book review. And it's actually a Canadian book, too, so I am finally on the scoreboard in John's Canadian Book Challenge side project. But I've got a pile of catching up to do.

18 comments:

mister anchovy said...

I like where I'm living just fine. I don't think a pile of dough would change that.

justrun said...

That show is just insane.
And, if I were all the sudden wealthy beyond my wildest dreams, rest assured my goal would not be to attract attention like an idiot but, rather, to get as far away from attention as often as possible.

I love everyone, really. All I want is some space.

Dale said...

I've seen that show and it's so ridiculous. I'd just buy a place next to yours and pay you $10000 per bowl of chili, you know, to be neighbourly.

Remi said...

A condo in downtown Toronto and a shack by the railway tracks up in the north country (up past Sudbury at the very least). No electricity. No road. No city light to block the wonder of the night sky. A bookshelf. A woodstove. A canoe. A typewriter.

That said, I would take a lot of train trips in sleeper cars and at least one trip to England on the QM2.

The bowling alley actually sounds like fun. Why be Richie Rich when you can be the Beverly Hillbillies?

allison said...

I have never heard of that show...and I think that's best, I'd probably become irate watching.

I'm with you on the Frank Lloyd Wright!

All I really want from life is a bathtub and place for my books. Hopefully in a space that allows for a slide ladder for me to whiz around with. ;)

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

I'd buy Labrador and turn it into a theme park.

Strawberry Blondie said...

Ah, the nouveau riche. So much tackiness, it overwhelms the senses.

With newfound wealth I'd want a 2 bedroom flat in slightly more central London than my current bachelorette pad. The 2nd bedroom would be a cosy little reading room/office and I'd have a massive claw-footed tub in the bathroom. Oh, and a large closet. Sigh...

John Mutford said...

Pah. They are so new money, dahling.

I'd travel.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I don't blame you, Mister Anchovy. You live in paradise.

I agree, Justrun, why would you want to draw attention to yourself after coming into millions. That's the time to lie low, I think.
A good fence goes a long way.

The chili you could have for free, Dale, because I like feeding people. It will cost you $10,000 to get into the yard though.

You make the shack up north sound so romantic, Remi, although I am sure that a week without a refrigerator would be more than enough for me.
Train trips are wonderful! I'd take more of those too. I don't agree on the bowling alley though, I'd be more likely to put in a pinball arcade.

I've always wanted one of those library ladders too, Al. I would whiz around the room on that thing, tossing books at willy-nilly at people.
Do not watch the show, even on mute like I did.

Best proposed use of that space that I have heard yet, Dr M.

What is it with all your Brits or former Brits and your bathtub lusting, Strawberry Blondie. Does nobody believe in showers over there?
I have a feeling you need a new place to live, though, regardless of newfound wealth.

Good plan, John, hotel rooms certainly count as new digs.

Gifted Typist said...

But can taste buy money.

Doesn't really matter as I have neither.

Anonymous said...

Sudden wealth beyond my wildest dreams........... I would love to have to deal with that issue. But alas I will never have to because I do not purchase lottery tickets. So having said all that........all I have are my wildest dreams. And I do not think all the money in the world could buy that.
Glad the Stamps won but it was not the most exciting game I have ever watched. Kind of like waiting for the root canal to be done.
Bruno

Bridget Jones said...

Yahoo they won, right?

Bridget Jones said...

I have enough relatives in need of funding that I wouldn't have to worry much about what I'd do with the $$s.

Although I'd love to be able to fire the Rodent's *ss. That'd be worth a few bucks!

justacoolcat said...

I'd love to have a bowling alley in my house. If I were insanely rich I'd move someplace warmer and my band Rescue Toaster would record some of the worst music in history and then tour with massive pyrotechnic shows and MC Hammers old posse.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

haha neither do I, Gifted, but I pretend sometimes.

I would be afraid to even imagine your wildest dreams, Bruno. The second half of the game was pretty exciting. ANd I won the score pool! Well, I came closest and all I get are bragging rights.

They did, and the Grey Cup is here next year, Bridget! Further yeehaas!
Yes, needy family will certainly help clean up those pesky extra dollars. But firing people, that's priceless!

I'd be right up front in the mosh pit, JustA, just on the off-chance that I get my hair burned off by an errant firework.

Karen's Mouth said...

Put me down for a Frank Lloyd Wright house please. And a Porsche 911. That is all.

Very timely, hubbie and I were just discussing this very thing having read an article on how some footballer had to remove his vomitus dining room in order to sell his house. Hold on I'll find a link...http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-553891/For-sale-4m-taste-included--Phil-Neville-WAG-Versace-themed-mansion-market.html...this article actually has lots more pics than the one I saw origninally- it's eye-watering.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Rats, the article was down, but I will try again later, Kees, because scoffing others' taste is so satisfying.

URBAN BLONDE said...

If I won an astronomical sum of money I don't think I would own a house anymore but just live in 5 star hotels all over the world with room service. Of course I never buy lottery tickets nor have any secret rich uncles so it's safe to say this will never happen.