A bunch of people who I follow on Live Journal are doing this meme, so here’s mine. I especially like the dimensions of my garage being measured in light-seconds.
Your home is a
Futuristic Magnate’s Headquarters
| 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.
Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your home theater with 37 different sports channels. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.
And, you have a pet — a doberman pincer named “Warren”.
Below is a snippet of the blueprints: |
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Find YOUR Dream Home!
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Ok… I’m amused. One of the branches takes you to a path where you can choose which starship you’d rather have: “Galaxy class”, “Star Destroyer” or “Serenity”.
These options result in editorial comments: “Nerd”, “Geek” and “Too bad. Her pilot is dead. Choose one of the others.”
Apparently, the default for checking yes to owning a pet is getting “Warren”.