My corkboard.

I have a corkboard on my desk. I periodically take it down and reorganize the weird scrapbook I have going on, because it helps me think. (Having the scrapbook also helps me think. It's a thing. A weird brain thing that I don't really understand.) After yesterday's re-org, the corkboard now displays:

* A print of a vintage Halloween image. (It's a postcard from BPAL.)
* A postcard for The Nocturnals, showing Halloween girl looking creepy.
* A postcard of some lovely women with lots of guns. I assume they're supposed to be freedom-fighters. I just consider them Healys.
* A picture of Leela.
* A card signed by the lead singer of the Counting Crows.
* A lovely card I received with a hand-drawn chainsaw on it. A My Little Chainsaw.
* Two Polaroids of Lilly the day I paid for her. So small!
* A postcard for the current X-Men story arc.
* A picture of my mother.
* A monkey postcard from Amy.
* A lovely card from Wes and Mary.
* A Supernatural promo postcard from the Comicon where the show premiered.
* A Belle sticker that reads 'Kiss my Tiara!'.
* Set lists for my last four concerts.
* Adorable mini-portraits by the fabulous Katie Curtis of Clady (the lead character in Lycanthropy and Other Personal Issues) and the Mason twins (the lead characters in Newsflesh).
* Another mini-portrait by Katie, showing Godzilla in love with a skyscraper.
* The ticket stubs from seeing Stephen King live, sitting in the splatter zone at Evil Dead, and attending Little Shop of Horrors.

Looking at this list, there's only one thing I can say:

I am very odd.