PSoTD has commanded that certain bloggers (only the best) post photos of where the magic happens. In my case, that's a corner of what we call the "brown room." We call it that because it came with the most beautiful but very brown wood paneling on every wall.
So whadda' we got?
The photo of my kids got chopped off but trust me, they're adorable!
The lampshade is incredibly dusty and it looks even worse now because I tried to dust it a while ago but instead of the dust leaving, it just clumped up. I've been afraid to touch it ever since. Afraid and lazy - and if the dust if going to fight back like that, well it just wants it more.
The papers on the right are notes for a post I never wrote about the budget battles, which have recently been won handily by BushCo and the ghost of Milton Freidman. It would have been a brilliant post but at first I was too busy at work fighting against the starving of
the beast the American people to write it and then, as the Dems made it clear that they would throw us all under the bus again, too depressed.
There are two phones among the papers because I'm so important that I must have two handsets within arm's reach at all times.
The papers on the left are sign-in sheets from an anti-war network I'm organizing on the Main Line. Great groups. Great people. More on that as it develops.
All the papers in the back are either business cards or scraps with people's contact info scribbled on them. One day they'll get entered somewhere appropriate. Until then, the lampshade has enlisted them in the Great Dust Up and they do their best to make me sneeze.
The Staples Rewards card and the empty bottle of Lipton Pure Leaf Green Tea are there for product placement. Money please.