Living in the West LA area, you come across celebrities more often than you would in, say, the non-West LA area. So when you see someone like a Meg Ryan or a Cameron Diaz standing in front of you - and probably secretly wishing you’d ask them to have anonymous sex - it’s not a big deal.
But just a couple of hours ago, six of us were having dinner at a neighborhood cottage restaurant, and in walked Lo fucking Pan. Of course this Lo Pan sighting was significant for only Chuck and me, because none of the females at the table had seen “Big Trouble in Little China.” If they’d seen the film like we had, they would’ve understood our state of immense awe. I mean the man shoots laser beams out of his mouth.
Was in Vegas over the weekend and lost me some cash.
Since my four-year winning streak ended in 2000, I’ve compiled a pitiful 2-4 record against that town (Although Loss #2 shouldn’t count since I was stuck there for five days during COMDEX. Any time you stay in Vegas for more than two nights, you run the risk of having to sell off one of your non-vital organs. It’s why God gave you two kidneys.)
I really should just stop gambling and find more constructive ways to waste my time. But it’s hard to set aside my powerful lust for revenge. You see, I don’t feel like I lost money so much as it was stolen from me. When the dealer’s showing a 6, he’s supposed to bust, dammit - not somehow get a 21 like some insanely lucky asshole.
Vengeance will be mine, Mandalay and Palms, just you wait and see. Next bachelor party, you’re going down like Chinatown.
Speaking of fiscal responsibility, I just read an interesting article in “Fast Company” a couple of weeks ago about whether or not money can actually buy happiness. I’ve included an excerpt below…
Between 1970 and 1999, the average American family received a 16% raise ( adjusted for inflation ), while the percentage of people who described themselves as "very happy" fell from 36% to 29%. We are better paid, better fed, and better educated than ever. Yet the divorce rate has doubled, the teen-suicide rate has tripled, and depression has soared in the past 30 years. The conclusion is inescapable: Our lifestyles are packed with more stuff, but we lead emptier lives. We're consuming more but enjoying it less.
It covers several ideas that you might’ve pondered already, you know, while maxing out your credit cards. But it’s convenient that several of these perspectives have been neatly packaged into this thoughtfully written piece.
Click here to read it when you get a chance.