lancemantis posted:

Bhodi posted:

and also $28,000

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

uh huh that's surely the only financial help



Errol Graham Musk was born in 1946 in South Africa, to a South African father and British mother.

Described as a swashbuckling, astute engineer, he became quite wealthy through his own Engineering Consulting practice/developing real estate (probably mining/natural resources related infrastructure), eventually retiring early. He was likely semi-retired by 1980, at 34, as he seemed to have a lot of time to spend traveling/for leisure.

He owned thoroughbred horses, a yacht, a Cessna (he enjoyed sailing and piloting), as well as several residential homes. One of his houses was in the upscale suburb of Pretoria called Waterkloof, where Elon likely spent most of his childhood after age 9.

Errol also had a stake in an emerald mine (near Lake Tanganyika, Zambia), where he would one day take his young sons Elon and Kimbal, so you can imagine the level of success/wealth he had - probably on the order of $20M USD.

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

i can easily believe that thiel is precious about his daily transfusions and allows his misogyny to dictate that no femoidblood shall ever be used to sustain him

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

uh huh that's surely the only financial help



Errol Graham Musk was born in 1946 in South Africa, to a South African father and British mother.

Described as a swashbuckling, astute engineer, he became quite wealthy through his own Engineering Consulting practice/developing real estate (probably mining/natural resources related infrastructure), eventually retiring early. He was likely semi-retired by 1980, at 34, as he seemed to have a lot of time to spend traveling/for leisure.

He owned thoroughbred horses, a yacht, a Cessna (he enjoyed sailing and piloting), as well as several residential homes. One of his houses was in the upscale suburb of Pretoria called Waterkloof, where Elon likely spent most of his childhood after age 9.

Errol also had a stake in an emerald mine (near Lake Tanganyika, Zambia), where he would one day take his young sons Elon and Kimbal, so you can imagine the level of success/wealth he had - probably on the order of $20M USD.

ate all the Oreos posted:

one day elon will finally invent his crowning achievement, a robotic wife that doesn't talk back at him when he needs her to show up and be a pretty object to validate his self image

fishmech posted:

im the bragging that a ticket to mars will only cost a mere half million dollars before lone skum dies

ate all the Oreos posted:

Waterklurf

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

uh huh that's surely the only financial help



Errol Graham Musk was born in 1946 in South Africa, to a South African father and British mother.

Described as a swashbuckling, astute engineer, he became quite wealthy through his own Engineering Consulting practice/developing real estate (probably mining/natural resources related infrastructure), eventually retiring early. He was likely semi-retired by 1980, at 34, as he seemed to have a lot of time to spend traveling/for leisure.

He owned thoroughbred horses, a yacht, a Cessna (he enjoyed sailing and piloting), as well as several residential homes. One of his houses was in the upscale suburb of Pretoria called Waterkloof, where Elon likely spent most of his childhood after age 9.

Errol also had a stake in an emerald mine (near Lake Tanganyika, Zambia), where he would one day take his young sons Elon and Kimbal, so you can imagine the level of success/wealth he had - probably on the order of $20M USD.

fishmech posted:

Update: muskwife 3.0 keeps exploding during testing

lancemantis posted:

you see, it will be such a valuable thing that people will gladly do whatever it takes for a ticket, much like old colonialism

there will probably even be financing offered, perhaps with some number of years of employment for the financier at the destination, a kind of indentureship

exploded mummy posted:

loving emerald mines

ate all the Oreos posted:

one day elon will finally invent his crowning achievement, a robotic wife that doesn't talk back at him when he needs her to show up and be a pretty object to validate his self image

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

that scene from robocop w/ the prototypes but it's thiel and the musker in labcoats getting shot before muskwife robotically screams and tears its comically large boobs off

exploded mummy posted:

jfc

vince mcmahon had a hard life

loving emerald mines

really

haveblue posted:

and when he gets tired of it, launch it into space

ate all the Oreos posted:

but 0.99999... = 1

ate all the Oreos posted:

come son, i will teach you the meaning of hard work by having you gather the precious jewels from the family treasure hoard

The_Franz posted:

calling it now: the next bioshock game will be set on a martian colony

ate all the Oreos posted:

come son, i will teach you the meaning of hard work by having you gather the precious jewels from the family treasure hoard

The_Franz posted:

calling it now: the next bioshock game will be set on a martian colony

ate all the Oreos posted:

come son, i will teach you the meaning of hard work by having you gather the precious jewels from the family treasure hoard

Dixie Cretin Seaman posted:

actually it's off by 0.0000.....001, important to be precise bc nothing travels at 1*c, it's a law in physics

lancemantis posted:

i wouldn't be surprised if his "job" was being like a secretary more or less

exploded mummy posted:

emerald mines

loving really

exploded mummy posted:

like vince doesn't not exactly like to make it public, but his dad (vince sr) divorced his mom right around the time he was born, and she got custody

vince spent his early life growing up as white trash in trailer parks in the south and getting beaten by his step fathers and being sexually molested by relatives

that's a hard life

emerald mines

loving really

Sagebrush posted:

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

and now his wife is a cabinet member of the trump administration

cool startup feel posted:

that story makes me uncomfortable

quote:

According to Vance, the assistant, Mary Beth Brown, asked Musk for a significant raise after she’d been working with him for 12 years. In response, Musk told Brown to take two weeks off, during which he would assume her responsibilities and see whether she was critical to his success.

When Brown returned, Musk told her he didn’t need her anymore.

Musk also told Vance that he offered Brown another position at the company but that she never returned to the office after that.

exploded mummy posted:

*looks at photons*

Sagebrush posted:

another fun anecdote

Sagebrush posted:

it should, he's a loving weirdo

he later would follow around amber heard (15 years his junior) for like 2 years until she gave in and married him, then divorced him a year later, then married him again, and now i think is getting divorced again, while he complains to rolling stone that he's just a sad sack who's unlucky in love

another fun anecdote

exploded mummy posted:

technically the sba is only cabinet level

also she's like the most invisible and one that has seemingly not hosed anything up so far

H.P. Hovercraft posted:

administrator of the sba appears to have been made a cabinet member by obama

thanks obama


the only two things i can find is that she did a big tour touting the giant tax cut for rich people and has tried to have her hand in the botched disaster relief by pushing small business loans

Sagebrush posted:

it should, he's a loving weirdo

FMguru posted:

what was that line from count zero? where the art historian character realizes that the super ultra rich arent even remotely human?

yeah

e: “And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.”

quote:

“Ah, go ahead. What the gently caress do you know about it anyway? Bancroft’s not people like you and me. He’s a loving Meth.”
“A Meth?”
“Yeah. A Meth. You know, and all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty and nine years. He’s old. I mean, really old.”
“Is that a crime, lieutenant?”
“It should be,” said Ortega grimly. “You live that long, things start happening to you. You get too impressed with yourself. Ends up, you think you’re God. Suddenly the little people, thirty, maybe forty years old, well they don’t really matter any more. You’ve seen whole societies rise and fall, and you start to feel you’re standing outside it all, and none of it really matters to you. And maybe you’ll start snuffing those little people, just like picking daisies, if they get under your feet.”