Have you heard about the “gold” asteroid?
You probably have. It’s been all over the news. Apparently, NASA is planning a mission to a Massachusetts-size lump of rock named “16 Psyche” located in the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.
There’s been widespread reporting that this mission could pave the way for asteroid mining. And that’s led to speculation that it could make us all rich!
This is dumb.
So athletes in the 2020 Olympics are going to be competing for junk.
No joke. The medals for the Tokyo games will be made entirely out of recycled e-waste.
I’ve got an idea. It’s not really original, but I think it’s fantastic and worth considering here as we get close to the Fourth of July holiday. How about if we build a big cage in Washington D.C. and let the politicians just fight it out MMA-style?
I mean, that’s pretty much the level most of these people operate on anyway. They are all just blustering around with their chests all puffed out. The problem is, they always end up dragging us into their beefs.
From time to time, I write about gold-covered food. Why? Because it’s a thing – a weird thing. It involves gold – which is what we do here. It comes up a lot in my daily Google searches for gold news. And did I mention I find it kind of weird?
Really, I don’t understand the thrill of eating gold. I like to invest in gold. I like to wear gold. I like to look at pretty golden things. But eat gold? Nah. Really, it’s a hard pass for me. (There’s a joke there that I’m not going to explain – just think about it a second…hard pass.)
Well, you missed out. You could have been $100,000 richer. But you didn’t plunk down $25 for a map. And you’re probably not in Canada.
Too bad. As my dad used to say, “When you snooze, you lose.”
But a few people did cash in on a treasure hunt up in the Great White North. And those folks are $100,000 better off for their efforts.
And they say crime doesn’t pay.
Remember the South Korean custodian who found gold bars in the garbage can at the Incheon International Airport? I wrote about it a little over a year ago. The real travesty is that the janitor who found the gold probably won’t get a dime. It was a sad case of finders weepers.
Well, the story has another twist. It seems it may be losers keepers.
Calvin and Hobbs ranks as my all-time favorite comic strip. Calvin said and did a lot of the things that went through my head when I was a kid. But of course, I was too chicken to do or say most of those things.
If you’re familiar with the strip, you know Calvin’s imagination sometimes intertwined with reality to create some really weird scenarios. Well, I’ve got a real-life story for you that kind of reminds me of a Calvin and Hobbs strip.
Some people have all the luck.
Not me. Well, not good luck. I tell people all the time I could never gamble because I would be broke within weeks. I’m the guy that can jinx the best sports team simply by cheering for them.
Every other day or so, I get Facebook friend requests from beautiful women. I would like to think it’s because of my handsome face and insightful commentary on why taxation is theft. But I’m pretty certain that’s not what’s going on here.
Nope. The ugly truth is that these are fake accounts trolling for – well I’m not exactly sure what they’re trolling for. I am quick on the delete button when profiles of “women” with no friends in common, no information about themselves on their profile, and no posts other than a few photos, pop up on that friend request list. So, I’m a little in the dark on the specifics of the game they’re playing, but I’m certain that it is likely something that, if taken to its conclusion, would lighten my wallet and likely damage my pride.