tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post5049644092090386932..comments2023-11-05T03:47:52.874-08:00Comments on Celebrating the Absurd: Not too sure about the Ferraris...Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06633401326479781405noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-13438363292066068112007-09-30T08:02:00.000-07:002007-09-30T08:02:00.000-07:00Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because yo...<I>Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.<BR/><BR/>Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.<BR/><BR/>And, you have a pet -- a doberman pincer named "Warren".</I><BR/><BR/>Total crap, I'm afraid ... I cook all the time, have two cats not named Warren and I don't really care for chocolate. Totally hate wall-to-wall carpeting. Mostly prefer modern literature to classics. Ferraris? No way no day - it's Jaguars or nuthin. Have never played a console game in my life and wouldn't inflict them upon anybody else. And I seriously dislike overly-scupted gardens.<BR/><BR/>Other than that . . . ¿?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-44381454165518616202007-09-29T23:41:00.000-07:002007-09-29T23:41:00.000-07:00Built? Mine was grown organically from seedlings i...Built? Mine was grown organically from seedlings imported from Les Eisley.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-42452131720072601202007-09-29T09:02:00.000-07:002007-09-29T09:02:00.000-07:00@pjHow do you know you plugged in very different d...@pj<BR/>How do you know you plugged in very different data? We're friends for a reason, ya know! <BR/>:p<BR/><BR/>@mad<BR/>you're a poet...flowers, observing the world, gathering fodder. Doesn't surprise me!<BR/><BR/>@rain<BR/>I bet my Mos Eisley cantina is more realistic than yours! Who built it?Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06633401326479781405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-4264604934640635622007-09-28T23:30:00.000-07:002007-09-28T23:30:00.000-07:00Your kitchen is only used when the weather won't p...Your kitchen is only used when the weather won't permit barbecuing. There's a pantry stocked with beef jerky. Oh, and deer jerky. Your master bedroom has a bedside table with a pad for writing down late-night inspirations. Your study has a locked plexiglass gun case filled with stuff that would make the A-Team jealous. And Al Qaeda. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.<BR/><BR/>Your home also includes a gallery of your favorite works -- the originals, of course. Your guests enjoy your animatronic replica of the cantina at Mos Eisley. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-39340511810187952362007-09-28T19:22:00.000-07:002007-09-28T19:22:00.000-07:00I tend to drift toward the wallflower wall, msyelf...I tend to drift toward the wallflower wall, msyelf.madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18052803138289084754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14141220.post-3062156221639359622007-09-27T18:15:00.000-07:002007-09-27T18:15:00.000-07:00Hmm, I got the same result as you, even though I p...Hmm, I got the same result as you, even though I plugged in very different data. I did tick the Jane Austen box, though...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com