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Thank you, crazy car people! exclaimed Jerry Seinfeld as he walked on stage at todays Gooding & Company auction. Next to Sundays Amelia Island Concours, the Seinfeld show was the weekends most eagerly anticipated event. The Show was a lot of 18 cars mostly Porsches that the comedian was selling from his collection.
By 1 p.m. on Friday, the large Gooding tent held a standing-room-only crowd. The portable air conditioners were incapable of overcoming the human heat load, so people stood there, fanning themselves and waiting for the celebrity. Seinfeld did not disappoint. His opening line drew applause as did the follow up explanation. I wanted to be with here with you, he said, with the people who enjoy these cars. I want to see joy on the faces of the winning bidders. If it could have, the crowd would have hugged him and then kissed him when he said, Im not a collector to make money.
Auctioneer Charlie Ross, a sharp-witted Brit who knows how to work a crowd, pounced on Seinfelds warmup act and said, OK folks, he wants to see that excitement when you raise the paddle, so lets go. As the first car, a 1966 Porsche 911 drove on stage, he reminded bidders that each car sold includes a picture with the star. Seinfeld walked off stage, not to be seen again.
Brian Rabold, Hagertys VP of Valuation Services, was standing next to me so I asked him whats the Seinfeld Multiple. In other words, how much more is a car worth because it was owned by Jerry Seinfeld. Twenty-five percent, he shot back and then flashed a knowing grin. The truth is that the multiple is tough to nail. A car simply owned by Steve McQueen might fetch double the going value, but if the machine was once coveted by the actor it could be worth 10 times the going value. Rabolds team tracks these sales intently and has been to dozens of auctions. Theres provenance in celebrity ownership, but how much?
Lot No. 31, that 911, offered the first clue. It sold for $275,000, which was $75,000 more than than the Hagerty Price Guide suggests the car is worth. The next car, a 2011 911 Speedster brought a similarly robust price, $440,000, 10 percent over the high estimate.
Seinfelds good news kept coming. A 1955 Porsche 550 Spyder fetched $5.3 million, a 1957 Speedster hammered at $682,000 high again and a 1974 911 RSR sold for $2.3 million, nearly a million over the high estimate. In the span of an hour, eight cars had sold for a total of roughly 11 million dollars. Mr. Seinfeld is certainly the master of his domain.
There were however, hiccups. A 1963 356B 2000 GS netted $825,000, hundreds of thousands less than the low estimate. The crowd, it seemed, had succumbed to the heat. I spotted an exotic-looking woman holding a toy dog walking among a small group heading for the exit. That was a good buy, said Rabold. Theres always an upside.
Next, a 2000 Carrera GT prototype was bid to a million and then abruptly stopped. The low estimate was $1.5 million. Auctioneer Ross became apoplectic, repeating ONE MILLLLLION DOLLARS, and sounding just like Dr. Evil. The crowd was unmoved and the GT was not sold.
The 1997 911 RSR went for $935,000, which felt light. And then the car Id personally trade a kidney for appeared, a 1973 Porsche 917/30 Can Am Spyder. Ross started at three million, two million below the low estimate. The paddles stayed still. Ross dropped the bid to $2.8 million and waited, thinking perhaps to stare down the crowd. This, he finally said, is unbelievable. Think about this. Im not here to give cars away. That car, which Seinfeld had purchased four years ago for $4.4 million, does not have any race history. With a race car, provenance is paramount no matter how sinister the engine sounds when it idles on the stage. No sale on the block, but the car was later sold for $3M all in during post-block activity.
Just when I thought the bidders had moved against Seinfeld, a 1960 VW Beetle trundled up the podium. The Hagerty Price Guide says that the best Beetle might go for 30 grand. Someone bought Jerrys for $121,000. Are Beetles now the next great arbitrage opportunity? My 401(k) is staying put.
So what does this all mean? One sale or one auction does not make a market, which is why the Hagerty Price Guide tracks so many to get a higher-elevation view. Everything here, said Hagerty Price Guide Publisher Dave Kinney, is getting a little of the Seinfeld shine. The celebrity is known for buying good cars, so his ownership is a better-than-average stamp.
But what the sale does tell us is that the market remains strong. According to Rabold, 2016 is shaping up to be a coasting year, in that the blue chip cars with excellent provenance remain highly valued.
Only one of Seinfelds 18 cars failed to sell and he pocketed $22.2 million. In two hours.
|1974||Porsche||911||Carrera 3.0 RSR||$2,310,000|
|2000||Porsche||Carrera GT||Base||no sale|
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We humans seem programmed to be overly forgiving of people we admire, particularly celebrities. A high-profile movie star strangled an entire litter of Samoyed puppies while masturbating furiously? We’ll forget about it the instant he makes a Batman movie we like.
Steve Jobs is the man who was once played by Ashton Kutcher in a movie, and is responsible for creating the device you are probably reading this article on. Prior to the recent rash of biopics, however, Jobs’ private life was, for the most part, private. And the more we find out about it, the more we think that was because the dude was sort of a weirdo.
Take his relationship with Chrisann Brennan. When the two moved into a house in Cupertino together in 1977, Jobs refused to share a bedroom with her, taking a small bedroom at the front of the house for himself and granting her the master. Then, a month later, he shoved all her shit out and took over the master bedroom himself, because apparently Jobs only enjoyed owning things he acquired in a hostile takeover.
“iSee, iWant, iTake.”
The couple split soon after Brennan became pregnant, and when she gave birth to a daughter, Lisa, in May of 1978, Jobs was having none of it. For two full years, he vehemently denied that he was her father, even going so far as to submit sworn court documents that he couldn’t possibly be the father because he was infertile (he was not). Even though Jobs was decades away from becoming one of the world’s richest people, back in 1978, he was still a millionaire. Allowing your first daughter to be raised on welfare and a waitress income while you’re wearing only the lushest polyester and jamming to the finest eight-track polyphonic stereo that money can buy is a dick move, Apple Man.
All while using her name to sell the single shittiest thing he ever made.
After a lawsuit forced him into a paternity test, Jobs had to reimburse the state for its welfare costs to the tune of 500 bucks a month — which, when you are Steve Jobs, is the financial equivalent of a mouse fart. He eventually struck up a relationship with Lisa in 1986 (when she was eight years old, and only after being sued into admitting he was her father), supporting her on and off throughout the years. In her own words, “Growing up I’d been very poor, very rich, and sometimes in the middle.” For her part, Lisa’s mother tried to get $25 million out of Jobs with the most polite extortion letter ever written:
While today he’s most recognized as a prettier, more flamboyant version of your grandmother, back in the mid-’70s, Steven Tyler was navigating the Aerosmith ship over the massive waves of success brought on by smash hits like “Dream On.” But Tyler wasn’t just in it for the fame; right around the time Aerosmith was hitting the big time, he reached deep into his heart to take legal custody of a troubled underage fan … so that he could have approximately all of the sex with her.
Julia Holcomb had a tragic past. Her father was a gambler with abandonment issues, she was a passenger in the car crash that killed her brother and grandfather, and her mother had a history of choosing less-than-stable stepfathers. So it’s understandable that, shortly after a 14-year-old (according to Tyler) or 15-year-old (according to her) Julia met Tyler backstage at an Aerosmith concert, her mother readily signed over custody to the rock star. And by “understandable,” we mean “completely irresponsible and totally nuts.”
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But Julia’s mother wasn’t about to start making decisions that were in her daughter’s best interest now, and so the young teen spent three years living with Tyler, a skeletal sex wizard. As you may suspect, this arrangement did precisely nothing to soften the tragedies of her life. According to Julia, a profusely coked-up Tyler “convinced” her to have children with him by tossing her birth control pills off a balcony. Then, once she became pregnant, he took off on tour, leaving her all alone in his Boston apartment. Then the apartment caught fucking fire, with Holcomb barely managing to survive by crawling into a fireplace (which it seems was the last place the fire thought to look for her). Then, while she was in the hospital recovering, Tyler allegedly spent a full hour pressuring her to abort her five-month pregnancy (which, if you recall, was achieved in the first place by Tyler confiscating her birth control and casting it into the wind), finally convincing her by threatening to send her home to her mother. Having gotten his way, Tyler, riding a balloon of cocaine up into the stratosphere, sat down and watched the doctors carry out the procedure.
Holcomb went on to happily marry another man and become a mother of seven. Tyler went on to feature his teenage daughter in an overtly sexual music video.
“Walk This Way,” but only if “this way” is at least a thousand yards from the nearest school.
Now, it’s important to note that Tyler’s version of events — namely, that Holcomb was a repeated-abortion-having sexual pincushion — was written with the intent of achieving bestseller status, while Holcomb’s version was published on a website with an obvious pro-life political agenda. So the whole truth probably lies somewhere in between. Still, when you’re placing someone on a scale from “massive douche” to “the black douche-hole at the center of the galaxy,” you’re really splitting hairs.
Peyton Manning, the beloved Denver Broncos quarterback and recent Super Bowl champion, is arguably the most famous Papa John’s spokesman in America. After playing college ball at the University of Tennessee, Manning was the first overall NFL draft pick by the Indianapolis Colts, where he played for 14 seasons before being snatched up by the aforementioned Broncos. Along the way, he’s picked up eight division championships, two Super Bowl rings, five MVP awards, and managed to get that dumbass “chicken parm” jingle irrevocably stuck in your head. If the phrase “Aw, shucks” fell into a vat of chemicals and grew arms and legs and a face, Manning is what would come crawling out. He would then lurch to the nearest athletic facility and drop his soupy grundle into a woman’s face, because that’s also his M.O.
“Balls on chin, you taste so good.”
Back when Manning was the star quarterback at the University of Tennessee, he was being examined in the locker room by the university’s staff personal trainer, Dr. Jamie Ann Naughright (nee Whited), for pain in his foot. While she was crouched behind him in possibly the most vulnerable position a human being can submit to, Manning pulled down his shorts and sat directly on her face. Naughright’s harrowing deposition described the event thusly: “It was the gluteus maximus, the rectum, the testicles, and the area in between the testicles. And all that was on my face when I pushed him up.”
Manning denied any wrongdoing, insisting that he had meant to moon UT cross-country runner Malcolm Saxon and had simply forgotten that Naughright’s face was right in his asshole, because that’s obviously the kind of thing that can slip your mind. (Saxon later challenged Manning’s version of the event.)
Naughright won a $300,000 settlement from the school for this and other incidents of sexual harassment (the rest of which were not perpetrated by Manning). The whole thing was largely forgotten until Manning mentioned the “mooning” in his 2001 autobiography, in which he also painted Naughright as having “a vulgar mouth.” Evidently, Manning felt the only cure for vulgar mouths was to thrust his underballs at them.
He holds the Manning family passing and sacks records.
Jay Z is one of the most successful rappers of all time. When he isn’t releasing albums (which is most of the time), he uses his considerable status as a public figure to sell everything from Duracell batteries to cognac, and comfortably exists as one half of the celebrity supercouple Z-yonce, which may not have been an actual term, but it is now. He’s a shrewd businessman, was once part-owner of an NBA team, and he named his daughter after a color.
He then bought the rights to the color.
Jay Z also stabbed the everloving shit out of someone, which rarely makes it onto his list of superlatives.
Jay Z’s road to fame wasn’t a bumpless one. Unable to get a record deal, he started selling CDs out of the trunk of his car before saying “fuck it” and founding his own label, Roc-A-Fella Records, to release his debut album in 1996. So you can probably imagine that, for a guy who had to work that hard to succeed, the thought of someone bootlegging his blood, sweat, and tears might rub the wrong way. Specifically, the stabby way.
Fast-forward to 1999. Jay Z had just released The Life And Times Of S. Carter, and word on the street was that record executive Lance “Un” Rivera had been bootlegging the shit out of it. Jay Z was at Manhattan’s Kit Kat Club to attend a listening party for Q-Tip’s new album — because it was still the ’90s and naming yourself after common household items and/or beverages was an acceptable thing to do — when he spotted Rivera. Jay Z approached the record thief and, as he described it, blacked out in anger. This is another way of saying that he stabbed Rivera in the abdomen with a five-inch blade. While it no doubt hurt like an absolute son of a bitch, Rivera wasn’t seriously injured, and would go on to recover from the attack after a brief hospital stay.
“From now on, I’m only pirating from Kidz Bop.”
Jay Z initially denied involvement — even declaring himself not guilty in between rounds of nonsense in the chorus of his hit “Izzo (H.O.V.A.)” — but then pleaded guilty to second-degree felony assault, a charge that normally comes with up to 15 years in prison. But because Jay Z is a famous rich person, he got three years’ probation and had to pay an out-of-court settlement to Rivera for somewhere in the neighborhood of $1 million (and an unspecified number of Tidal subscriptions).
The song stayed the same, because plea bargain, y’all got to feel me isn’t nearly as catchy.
Gerard Depardieu is a national treasure of France, famous worldwide for his breakout role opposite Andie MacDowell in Green Card, his truly prodigious alcoholism, and his ability to play Cyrano de Bergerac without the aid of any prosthetics whatsoever. He also definitely played a Musketeer at one point, but we’ll be goddamned if we can remember when or which one.
One of these guys heard the movie’s title and decided that’s all he’s eating for the rest of his life.
In recent years, Depardieu has become a bit loose-lipped; a fact that is probably in no way related to his ready admission of drinking 14 bottles of wine every single day. In his autobiography That’s The Way It Was, Depardieu describes a difficult childhood growing up in a dirt-poor region of central France. At least part of that difficulty comes from the fact that he was lucky to grow up at all, because when she discovered she was pregnant, Gerard’s mother tried to abort him with a knitting needle. “And to think I almost killed you,” she later told him, presumably with a cross-stitched embroidery she hung on his bedroom door.
As an understandably troubled teen, Depardieu prostituted himself to taxi drivers to make money. “I’ve known since I was very young that I please homosexuals,” he said. Before long, however, he figured out that he could make way more money by simply beating the shit out of them and robbing them. And from there, of course, it was a natural progression to grave robbing, because Depardieu is apparently a time traveler from the 19th century. He and an unnamed associate (we’re assuming Victor Frankenstein) spent their nights digging up the recently deceased and hawking the clothing and jewelry they recovered for cash.
Even his headshots look like Igor.
Depardieu hightailed it out of France in 2013 and obtained Russian citizenship to avoid paying French taxes. (In his defense, his tax rate as a high-income individual would’ve been 87 percent, so we probably would’ve run away too.) The nation that made him famous has basically disowned him, but that’s OK, because he’s now best bros with Vladimir Putin. He and Putin hit it off immediately because, as Depardieu puts it, they “could have both become hoodlums.” Depardieu has a loose definition of the phrase “could have.”
“He could have been a great dictator, if only he had secretly murdered a few more uppity orphans.”
You may not know the name Jeffrey Jones, but you know Jeffrey Jones. As the relentless Principal Rooney in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, he taught generations of teens that sometimes you stick it to the Man, and sometimes the Man fumblingly sticks it to himself. Either that or you know him as Winona Ryder’s bumbling dad in Beetlejuice. It’s one of those two. While it certainly can’t said that anyone belongs to the Jeffrey Jones fan club, we’d be lying if we said he didn’t occupy a special place in our 1980s cinema hearts.
Well, here’s something else you didn’t know about Jeffrey Jones (besides his name). Back in 2003, Jones pleaded no contest to charges of hiring a 14-year-old boy to participate in an X-rated photo shoot. Now, we should point out that Jones’s attorney made it painfully clear that Jones was “not accused of touching or having physical contact with any minors whatsoever.” This was strictly a “you do your thing over there, I’ll be right over here with a camera and a sinister grin”-type deal. This is another way of saying that we can never watch him stalk a young Matthew Broderick without genuinely fearing for Ferris Bueller’s safety. And that scene where he stumbles disheveled onto a bus full of elementary school students now looks like the preamble to the world’s most exploitative horror movie.
Jones was sentenced to five years’ probation and a lifetime as a registered sex offender. That last part is noteworthy because, in 2009, Jones failed to complete his sex offender registration (you’re required to register annually), which typically carries a sentence of up to three years in prison. Instead of going to jail, Jones was released on $20,000 bail and later sentenced to 250 hours of community service, which translated into picking up litter along Los Angeles highways (or “making freeway pumpkins,” as an LA District Attorney spokesperson hilariously put it).
He was watching. Ferris knew before we did.
So while Jones didn’t quite get off as scot-free as a more famous celebrity might have, he still enjoyed a way less severe punishment than an real high school principal would’ve received.
Possessing a commanding, cool-eyed stare that can probably make panties spontaneously combust, Terrence Howard has enjoyed a fairly successful acting career, but is arguably most famous for his masterful portrayal of a drug dealer turned hip-hop mogul in the massive hit show Empire, and for being replaced by Don Cheadle in the Iron Man movies. But Howard had kind of a horrifying childhood, as he recently discussed in an interview with Rolling Stone which needs to win some kind of award for casual insanity.
When Terrence was six years old, he was waiting to see a department store Santa Claus when some guy accused his father of butting in line. The elder Howard responded by stabbing that guy to death with a goddamned nail file.
It was the most immediate path to the Naughty List in history.
Unfortunately, that undeniable trauma appears to have manifested itself in the form of violent disdain for human females. Howard allegedly beat up his first wife, Lori McCommas, in 2001. While in Costa Rica with his second wife, Michelle Ghent, in 2013, he “followed [her] into the restroom … punched her on the left side of her face … pushed her against the bathroom wall and strangled her for several seconds“. His third wife, Mira Pak, pretended to be happily married for the aforementioned Rolling Stone interview, hiding the fact that her divorce from Howard was only a month away from being finalized.
Here they are, whispering sweet reminders of the prenup into each others’ ears.
Howard has also been escorted from an airplane for violent behavior and, in 2005, got in a disagreement with a couple in line at a restaurant which ended with him shoving the man to the ground and punching the woman in the face. It is important to note that he saved his punch for the woman in this altercation, because we suppose that’s how he draws his strength. In Howard’s defense, this is not a man you wish to accuse of butting in line.
In the time between his falling out with Marvel Studios and landing his role in Empire, Howard spent 17 hours a day in his penthouse constructing random shapes out of plastic and wire — shapes that, somehow, prove his world-changing theory that 1×1=2, and not 1 (the correct answer). Perhaps it would all make more sense if we could read his reams of notes on the subject, but unfortunately they’re written in Terryology, a language of his own invention. None of that is a joke.
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More than 36 million Android devices may have been infected with ad-click malware, a security firm has said.
Researchers at Check Point said they found the malware, dubbed Judy, on about 50 apps in Google’s Play Store.
The apps contain code that sends infected devices to a target webpage, where they generate fraudulent clicks on the site’s adverts to make money for its creators.
The infected apps have been removed from the Play Store.
More than 40 of the apps were from the South Korean developer, Kiniwini, which publishes games to the Play Store under the name Enistudio.
The games, all of which feature a character called Judy, have been downloaded between four million and 18 million times.
The malicious code was also found in several apps from other developers.
“It is possible that one borrowed code from the other, knowingly or unknowingly,” said Check Point.
Between them, the infected apps may have been downloaded up to 36.5 million times.
Check Point said it did not know for how long the malicious versions of the apps had been available, but all the Judy games had been updated since March this year.
The oldest of the apps from other developers was last updated in April 2016, which Check Point suggested, means that “the malicious code hid for a long time on the Play Store undetected”.
Because it is unclear when the code was introduced to each of the apps, the actual number of devices likely to have been infected is unknown.
The apps got past the Play Store’s protection system, Google Bouncer, because they do not contain the malicious part of the Judy code.
Once downloaded, the apps silently register the device to a remote server, which responds by sending back the malicious ad-click software to open a hidden website and generate revenue for the site by clicking on the adverts.
This kind of delivery “has become commonplace”, Andrew Smith, a senior lecturer in Networking at the Open University, told the BBC.
“There are many tools available, and the advantage is that the malware distributor can change them remotely, which makes it difficult for anti-malware software to keep up.”
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