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Eight billion

Posted on March 14, 2003 Written by Diane

It’s good to be king. At least, it’s good to be syndicated, which is much the same thing.

Forget celebrities protesting the war. We’ve got celebrities doing their part to bring down the world economy. TV actor Don Johnson was nabbed crossing the Swiss-German border with 8 billion dollars in securities in his car:

“Nash Bridges” actor Don Johnson is starring in a real-life episode of international intrigue – and he’s not at all pleased with the casting.

German customs authorities are investigating Johnson after he was stopped with financial instruments valued at $8 billion, according to published reports. That’s right: They say $8 billion.

Officials are trying to discover whether there is a case for a money-laundering probe, a spokesman for the Customs Investigations Office in Cologne told Deutsche Presse-Agentur.

No charges have been filed, but U.S. Customs and tax officials have been told Johnson had a suitcase filled with stock certificates, bonds, credit notes and checks when officials stopped his car at the Swiss-German border in November.

Johnson’s rep Elliott Mintz confirmed that the actor went through “a routine border check by customs officials. After a few minutes, they waved the car on.”

Mintz told us the former “Miami Vice” star did not have securities. “He does travel with extra cash, but it is unlikely he would have an extra $8 billion,” said Mintz. “Don has done well for himself, but not that well.”

Mintz added, “If he is under investigation, no one has contacted him.”

The German news show “Aspect” reported that, asked why he needed so much money, Johnson allegedly replied: “I am going to buy a car.” A customs officer is said to have replied: “With that kind of money, you could buy the factory.”

Eight billion.

Eight billion.

Now, either Mr. Johnson has access to the world’s sloppiest rental car company, or there is a fucking underground economy the likes of which you and I are never, ever going to get near. Seedy TV stars who get recognized and usually waved on through checkpoints of all stripes (including those damn security gates) are acting as mules—I’m quite sure Mr. Johnson was going to get a nice fee for his part.

Eight billion dollars.

You ever wonder what celebrities do when their TV shows run out? Now we know.

Filed Under: Those Darned Links!

Mass visualization request

Posted on March 14, 2003 Written by Diane

Everyone visualize Darin and Diane finding the perfect house, ‘kay? Altogether now: you’re in a calm, peaceful place…there are Darin and Diane, walking into the perfect house for them and the kids…lots of space, a nice backyard, near a park…

I figure I get a couple of hundred people visualizing on this, we’ll have no problem.

Filed Under: All About Moi

Why living in LA is scary

Posted on March 11, 2003 Written by Diane

Because you go to your daughter’s dance recital at North Hollywood High and amidst the clutter and nonsense of parents getting tots and slightly-bigger-than-tots ready for their appearance on stage, you say to yourself, “Hey, that’s John Wells in the row ahead of me.” He delivered the commencement when you graduated with your MFA from USC. You wonder if you should introduce yourself.

Because your friend whose daughter is in the other dance class for 3-year-olds mentions that Eddie Murphy’s daughter is in their class and you wonder if you should switch to that class, just to see the kid, ’cause you know the dad ain’t dropping by.

Because when you take your kids to Art’s Deli for lunch, you say to yourself, “Hey, Joe Mantegna! And that guy is…Paul Williams? The Phantom of the Paradise guy?” You still remember the day you were there with your friends after yoga and Paul Thomas Anderson and Fiona Apple came in. Before your friend confirmed who the couple were, you thought Fiona Apple kind of looked like another goddamn Fiona Apple clone.

Because every single barista at Starbucks is a musician, plays in a band, or already has a friggin’ recording contract and they’re still mixin’ the Frappucinos.

Because your friend Mary is in town to pitch every studio and producer in sight with her latest sure-fire pitch, and she makes you realize that you don’t have to live in LA. Well, I guess that’s not so much scary as unbelievably empowering. Although you’re sad she won’t be able to stay with you on future visits, because you won’t have a house here for her to crash at. However, she’ll probably be able to afford a little pied-a-terre in Beverly Hills any minute now.

Because you just don’t expect to be able to go through a green light until 3 or 4 cars going the other direction have finished going through the intersection.

Because it’s March 11 and unbelievably gorgeous out. 80 yesterday, maybe 75 today.

Filed Under: I Love LA

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