August 17, 2007

In Silicon Valley, millionaires who don't feel rich. “You’re nobody here at $10 million,” Mr. Kremen said earnestly over a glass of pinot noir at an upscale wine bar here.
  • These people have no sense. But they have plenty of cents - 100 times the number of dollars! When you work out the exact figure it's called "taking a centsus" and these rich assholes should just come to their centsus and then they'd see cents.
  • It's an interesting article, and I guess it really is true that the grass is always greener on your neighbor's lawn. My mother used to say that no matter how bad off you are there's someone worse off, and no matter how well off you are there's someone better off. I live in a town with a good number of transplants from NYC who bought the nicest houses in town in cash from what they made selling their five-room apartments in New York. However, if you listen closely you'll hear the sound of me playing the world's cheapest violin.
  • So you're borrowing mine? Here's the deal: I live nearby, and work with these people. This attitude has become way too prevalent in the Bay Area. Imagine -- once home of tune it, turn on, drop out. Not that I'm a huge fan, but Jerry died with perfect timing.
  • You’re nobody here at $10 million Buddy, you're trying to hard to be somebody And no matter how much you have, you'll still put your pants on one leg at a time. If lava covers Silicon Valley and then the rest of California slides off into the sea, will we miss really miss these people? OK, we need a Silicon Valley MonkeyCensus: How many of you are worth more than ten million? The rest of you don't count.
  • If I ever find myself with a million dollars all at once, I'm moving to Romania and never working again.
  • I'm going with Nick, and mooching off him. Might try to get him to move us to Costa Rica instead, though.
  • Forget street cred — it's about how much money I'm making at the end of the year, and these guys know it. Hip-hop's cash kings Music is about the money. (apologies for de petit raileur)
  • I want to punch him. May I?
  • No you may not punch pete!
  • Punch? Cockpunch? Shall I bring cookies?