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March 5, 2005

Exchange This

Lani, wondering how people pissed their lives away before the internet...

There comes a time in every woman's life - somewhere between having kids and dying - when every hour of her day is already spoken for. That's where I am now. Feeding the kids, caring for the kids, keeping the kids from killing each other, keeping them from killing me. Writing. Teaching. Really fills the day. Then there's the cooking and the cleaning... well, okay. I don't do that. But I feel reeeeaaaaalllly bad about it, and that takes time.

My point?

I have no time for this. Yet, when my little one woke up at 5 am and I put her back to bed and then I went back to bed but couldn't sleep, I got up and huddled with my laptop, spending that small trinket of my free time at the Hollywood Stock Exchange.

Now, I understand nothing about stocks. I hate them on principle alone. I hate money. I mean, I hate playing with money. I hate money as a game. I like the money that I work for and earn and use to keep the lights on and pay my rent and occasionally buy cute things. But money as a game? Not my scene. Stocks are for little balding men who want a special pass to Date Supermodels Land. Not for me.

The HSX, however, is completely addictive. Of course, I immediately bought tons of shares of Colin Firth. I have no idea what would make them go up in value. Other people buying Colin Firth? Him being involved in a sex scandal with a Hollywood hooker? I don't know. I may lose my virtual shirt. But I don't care.

I may be stupid and broke, but hey, I'm loyal.

Next, of course, was to buy up everything related to Joss Whedon which, since the HSX is predominately a movies thing, left me with bits of Nathan Fillion, Alan Tudyk, and the upcoming release of the Firefly movie, Serenity.

So far? I've lost about $50,000. But I don't care because it's not real money, and I know I'm being loyal to those I love. Again, another reason why I'm not plunking money into the real stock exchange. I'd buy up all the available stocks in the Hello Kitty Toaster because it's cute, my stock broker would roll his eyes but not care too much because hey, broker's fees, and I'd be waiting on line for government cheese to put on my Hello Kitty toast. That's just me, folks.

So, with the little crumbs of time I find during the day, for the next little while I will probably be spending them tooling around the HSX. If anyone cares to join me, I'm operating under the codename "BoomBaby." Just don't tell my husband. He thinks I'm working.

Posted by Lani at 8:17 AM | Comments (1)

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Posted by: joshilyn at March 7, 2005 6:58 AM