The Wired picture doesn't do justice to my creation; there were stairs (on the left) for easy entry, and the inside was carpeted in green foam. Like a miniature galaxy-traversing golf course, with satellite dishes on top. And razor-sharp edges everywhere.The glitter was still in my clothes when I discovered that I've also been recently printed in the Harvard Crimson.
The portrait painted of me by Googling my name is now much more eccentric...
This post's theme word: barkentine, "a sailing ship similar to a bark but square-rigged only on the foremast."
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This is fantastical. I want to live on your spaceship for a while.
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