What is it with eccentric billionaires? Today Yuri Milner announced that he’d decided to create his very own Nobel prize, but that news pales in comparison to what Australian businessman Clive Palmer is planning. The outlandish executive, who seems to be somewhat of a favored fixture in Australian gossip rags, is rumored to be working on a new Jurassic Park-themed adventure for his already pretty exotic vacation compound, Palmer Coolum Resort.
And of course, what Jurassic Park experience would be complete without an actual living, breathing dinosaur that hasn’t existed for millions of years? If you can’t have your own T-Rex, why even open the damn place?
Ladies and gentlemen of the monied class, have we got a deal for you! Russian entrepreneur Dmitry Itskov wants to present you with the option of living forever, your consciousness ported over to an indestructible robot body.
Popular Science points us to this pitch letter, which is addressed to what is likely Mr. Itskov’s only market segment: the “Honorable Members of Forbes World’s Billionaires List.”
If anyone needed confirmation that the nouveau-riche billionaires of the tech bubble might join actors and hoteliers as a the latest subset of rakish cads (“Have something to prove, ISO arm candy”), look no further than this rumor on Gawker.
“We heard a wild tale that Parker and Lohan had recently gotten coked up together; one version of the story even had Parker’s jealous fiancée battering down a door. Parker’s spokesman flatly denied the gossip. But Lohan was among the VIPs invited to enjoy bowls of caviar at Parker’s sumptuous rental castle after Coachella this year. And Parker’s spokesman didn’t deny that Lohan partied on all three nights of the Palm Desert soirée.”
We have no idea there’s truth to the rumor, but to support the gossip-mongering, Ryan Tate reports that “in addition to Lohan, Parker’s fiancée Alexandra and Lohan’s sister and brother, Ali and Michael, also made appearances at the party palace.”
Post-Social Network, Mr. Parker did his best to distance himself from Justin Timberlake’s celluloid depiction of a party-hardy modelizer.