The first shot of this room comes complete with housemate in the form of one Oppie Taylor.
Look closely and you can see the only thing he's covering with the blanket is his lap.
Suspicious eh? I hate to think what he may have been watching before I came in. Bastard.

Other items of interest include to the right of the wanker our Nascar stand-ups/french door sunlight blocker.
I don't like Nascar, and they (Trev and Oppie) don't like sunlight, so this arrangement was made.
Behind him is the aquarium, couch, and my eagle print.

My oscars, Fat Bastard and The Orange Asshole. Not pictured is Whitey,
the albino who can usually be found hiding in the rock formation from the other two.

This is where you'll find one of us at all hours of the day, except on those nights that
all three of us work. The clutter is more of my statues and my shot glass collection.

Let me tell you, that papasan chair in the foreground? The only way to waste your life away online.
Sure, it's a posture nightmare that my spine will be thanking me for years from now, but my god, the comfort.

My big screen tv, more comic statues, and to add that hint of class, a magazine rack. It used to be
a stationary fixture at work and I purchased it for $1 when the boss types were going to pitch it.
I use it for convenient access to my current comics and men's magazines.