My Cool Desk

I have never lived in a place where I can have a great huge oak desk and my own 'library' where I can display all my statues and ancient artwork like a Classics professor. You know the type of woodgrain room where I have a sarcophagus in the corner that is really a passageway to other worlds. These are the perfect addition to that desk - The Heads of Easter Island. I can almost imagine these tikiesque guys talking to me and giving me conflicting advice about everything I do. They would also be dissing each other all the time like the gay designers on Project Runway. The weird thing is I would trust their input more than most people. Of course everything in my 'library' would have to have some magical curse on them so that they could talk to me. I would also have a bitchy stuffed owl on the coat rack. I was born in the wrong time and dimension.