A type of spam that gets my goat is the one that tells me I've won gazillions of money at some lottery I've never even heard of. I mean, how the hell can I win at something that I didn't even enter? Some types of spam are mucho amusing--like the ones masquerading as (poorly written) erotica--but this one isn't. Do these spammers have something like a suckers-for-easy-money database...and my name's in it?
The sad thing is I'm sure quite a few people fall for these spam scams. Sure, it would be nice to get some unexpected cash; but I've heard about people who actually do nothing to try to make an honest living...they just rely on luck. It's not so much the laziness that bothers me (because I think I have the laziest ass in this part of the world sometimes) but the seeming absence of imagination. The failure to dream.
Unlike some people I saw on TV the other night. Man, they were amazing. There was a show on the Discovery Travel and Adventure channel about some of the richest people in Europe. Many of them have made millions and millions of euros from doing what they love to do: Spaniard Joaquin Cortes, from flamenco dancing; Dutchman Duncan Stutterheim, from organizing dance parties on an epic scale; Greek pop superstar Despina Vandi and her husband, football club owner Demis Nikolaidis. And they're all still quite young. They had their dreams, worked their asses off to make those dreams come true...and are STILL hard at work in spite of their obese bank accounts. Maybe for them, it all started with a dream. Now they're worth millions.
I have my own dreams, but the only thing I'm worth right now is a million laughs. That's not too bad, becoming super duper filthy rich isn't part of my dream anyway. Many simple things make me very happy. For instance:
Happiness can be...
Being e-mailed by an old school buddy because he had fantastic news to share. Happy, happy trails to my friend Bernard and his wife Romma, who were blessed with the birth of their daughter Julianna a couple of days ago. Cheers, guys!