I Wanna Be Rich!

U.S. Rep. Jim Sensenbrenner just won the lottery. Again. Also, he's an heir to the Kimberly-Clark fortune and worth an estimated $11.6 million.

You might be wondering what the chances are of winning the lottery three times. Well, I don't have that statistic. I can tell you that when you spend $10 a week, like Mr. Sensenbrenner does, your chances are greatly increased.

I think it's ridiculous that in America the rich just keep getting richer. I mean, come on. $11.6 million isn't enough for one man? Apparently not. He's so desperate for cash that he sends his losing tickets in for a chance of winning $1,000.

The lottery was invented for poor people who have no money. I'm recommending a cap on lotteries. If you have over $10 million, you can't play anymore. Strike that. You can buy tickets as the revenue supports the local government. However, if you win, you have to find a poor person and give them your winnings.

Deliciousness in a Donut

I was browsing through msn.com today and found an article on the top ten donuts in the country. You can read it for yourself, but there is only one place listed that you need to know. It’s the Voodoo Donut.

The Voodoo Donut’s creative menu includes toppings from grape powder (which I’m guessing means Kool Aid in powder form and which is, by the way, my favorite flavor of Kool Aid) to Cocoa Krispies. Delicious. The donut de résistance is the one pictured with bacon on it. Yes, bacon. It’s not listed in the online menu, so I’ll just assume that the icing adhering the bacon to the donut is something delicious and not gross like veggie-paste.

I plan on making a tour-de-fat in the near future to include stops at the Voodoo Donut (which is conveniently open 24 hours a day) and Casa Bonita. Probably not until 2010, though. I need time to carefully map out my game plan.

Final Memory of New Orleans

If you've never been* to the French Quarter of New Orleans, it stinks. Literally. There is a certain constant mixture of booze, vomit and dirty feet that fills the air. At times it gags you, but you'd miss it if it was gone.

As I walked onto the plane, I got one good whiff of vomit on the jet way which reminded me of where I was and what I was leaving. Thanks, New Orleans. I had a great, smelly time.

*Seriously, you should go at least once in your life and now is a great time of year.