A nice view, admittedly. Interesting short piece about Markus Persson and the lottery-winning misery he's sunk into over the year since he sold his company, Mojang, to Microsoft for $2.5 billion dollars Minecraft creator Markus Persson has posted a series of tweets revealing that he feels deeply lonely. He spent a reported $70 million on an 8-bedroom, 15-bathroom mansion in Beverley Hills that came complete with a replica James Dean motorbike and a bar stacked with Dom Perignon. Since, he’s been hosting parties attended by Selena Gomez and skateboarder Tony Hawk and had Skrillex DJ a pool party for guests in his infinity pool, which has panoramic views across LA. So many parties, that he was surprised recently to discover a huge pile of lost and found items left by guests in his garage. The problem with getting everything is you run out of reasons to keep trying, and human interaction becomes impossible due to imbalance. — Markus Persson (@notch) August 29, 2015 Hanging out in ibiza with a bunch of friends and partying with famous people, able to do whatever I want, and I've never felt more isolated. — Markus Persson (@notch) August 29, 2015 This sort of thing is quite common with lottery winners and others who achieve sudden riches, where suddenly they go from a normal life with real friends to this quasi-celebrity figure surrounded by parasites who all want to leech off of them. It's not usually so intense in the tech field since the nerds who hit the jackpot usually know and want nothing more in life other than doing their computer stuff, and they can keep at it. For instance, the Schaefers and Dave Brevik (plus their other early employees) did very well when Blizzard bought Condor and turned them into Blizzard North just before Diablo 1 became a smash hit, but that just meant they drove a Mercedes instead of a broken down Volkswagon to and from their job making video games. You have to think Markus Persson would be happier if he'd stayed in the video game field and just thrown himself into making some new game or running some new computer company. I hope he gets better financial advice than he did personal, since he seems to have made horrendous choices. Moving to the most superficial place on earth and buying a gigantic house that feels like a hotel, without a single comfortable, intimate room, and wasting money throwing huge parties for the superficial fame-hungry parasites that fill LA sounds like a sure route to misery and despair, for any real computer gaming geek. (Pics or video of his outrageous house here.) That said, it's easy to lecture and scold from a safe distance, uncorrupted by fame and fortune. What would you guys do if you were abruptly hit with that sort of impossible wealth? Could you resist the urge to throw your life upside down and fall into some club party scene of phonies and celebrities, even knowing you'd soon come to hate it and everyone attached to it?