I'm no different, I have my lottery fantasies like anyone else as we drive past the big Powerball billboard, with its cruel digital update of the current jackpot value. My rational faculties go out the window, I not only think I can win but I refuse to get excited about it until the jackpot is really big, over a hundred million dollars, completely disregarding the fact that I would be hard-pressed to know what to do with five million. Here I have about eight dollars to my name and somehow ninety million isn't worth bothering about, wake me up when it's gone higher, I'll be napping in the home I've fashioned out of an old refrigerator box. What suggestive terms are associated with unearned windfalls. "Jackpot." It sounds vaguely filthy, suggesting some onanistic cuspidor, unless you know it means a big wad of cash acquired through dumb luck, and then it sounds even filthier. "Lump sum." What an ugly but breathtaking phrase that is, bringing to mind some dreadful Asian delicacy of exotic deep-fried neoplasms.