Today I've decided to take you all on a guided tour of my spacious home office. Sit back, relax, and prepare to be amazed.

My home office is a thing of beauty. Three full square feet of unadulterated* "ME" space. Well, me, my computer, my 17" inch monitor, speaker system with subwoofer, my triple D-lux solid particle-board wooden chair, a bokken, a floor lamp, and a fluffy bear backpack adorned with stars and ribbions that occupies the space above my head.

You might say things are a mite crowded. However, the space is all mine*, so I don't mind a bit.

My desk is a triple-layer entertainment center. The top layer is occupied by my monitor, speakers, mouse, and keyboard, and is about eighteen inches wide. Since my monitor stand is about twelve inches wide, and my keyboard is about eight, my keyboard and monitor are locked in an epic battle of who will push whom off first. This keeps my work day exciting by introducing random bouts of improptou juggling. My mouse is a fantastically high-end wireless gaming mouse, and my mousepad is a gaming pad. This would be excellent if I gamed. Since I do not game, the only thing the low-friction mouse and E-Z-Glide mousepad accomplish is enabling me to knock my mouse off the edge of the desk several times a day.

The second shelf of my entertainment center desk is shared by my cdrom drive, Winblows(tm) hard drive, headphones, and the dishes from my last meal, or last several meals, depending on my current state of laziness.

The third shelf contains random bits of computer, including my linux hard drives, a motherboard standing on its side, and powersupply. If I sneeze too hard, the motherboard falls over onto the hard drives and powersupply, and I get treated to a five hundred dollar fireworks display.

Have I mentioned that I'm too cheap to buy a computer case?

The fourth and final shelf is a timeshare between the subwoofer and my feet, meaning that angry German rock music turned up to unbearable volumes translates into a pleasent foot massage.

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Exucse me for just a moment.

Honey, could you stop playing Dance Dance Revolution for a moment? I'm trying to write a blog article.

Thank you.

Anyway, as I was saying, directly next to my office is a Dance Dance Revolution pad, which my girlfriend adores. It's not so bad, once you learn to bob your head in time to the music. You have to do this, you see, because the entertainment center desk isn't very sturdy, and tends to wobble in time to the jumps in the music.

All in all, I'm quite proud of my little setup. That bear really is quite fetching.

An image of this mecca of home offices is available in a link below. Hope you enjoyed it!

-Jeff

*mostly