Yep, ladies and gentlemen, there’s still no football. The good news is that the combine begins next week and runs through to March 6th, so there’ll be football-ish things to look at and discuss and inevitably have long, pointless arguments about (see: Battle of Fleener Hill, The).
In the meantime, most of us have been forced to find other things to occupy our minds until the draft and the long overdue return of football. Some people write novels, others do long neglected yard work, or, if you’re like BFD, you terrorize your family with your sudden availability (side note: poor, poor Mrs. BFD).
Personally, I’ve been taking this time to think the big thoughts, most of which, lately, center around land speculation on Mars. No, seriously. With the discovery of seven new planets which people could theoretically live on (if they weren’t approximately 240 trillion miles away), and Elon Musk’s stated intention of developing a Martian colony (and beyond) in the near future, it’s not a difficult leap to make:
“If they’re going to build a colony on Mars, then they’re going to have to find land to build it on. And if I were to own that land, how much would Musk (or these future colonists) have to pay to use it? And suppose that colony flourishes? They might need to expand which means they’d have to buy or rent more land from me (if I’m lucky enough to own it).”
These are the kinds of thoughts I have when I’m bored and don’t feel like working.
There are even companies online (of course they’re online) that will sell you deeds to land on Mars for set prices. Are they legitimate? Are they legal? I’m doubtful. Last I heard, the International Moon Treaty prohibits private ownership of extraterrestrial property, but only 15 nations have signed it, and none of those are spacefaring nations, so it could become a thing someday down the line.
At any rate, Martian land speculation could become an issue in the relatively near future and it’s always good to have these ideas ready to go when/if they come around; and it’s bound to be more worth my while than the tract of land in Scotland I bought to become a laird. I’M STILL WAITING ON THAT WHOLE KNIGHTING THING, YOUR FREAKIN’ MAJESTY!
The floor is now yours, gentle reader. Have you had a bad run-in with a shady land speculator? Did you get conned out of a noble birthright because you can’t remember where your put your deed? Got something else going on that has nothing to do with this (most likely)? Then make your words seen here. The usual commenting rules apply.
Also, if you do buy land on Mars and it turns out to be worth a fortune in the future, my lawyer will see you about getting a piece of the action, as I undoubtedly gave you the idea.
Enjoy your weekend.