Look Upon My Crap, Ye Mighty, and Despair!

And now, what you've really been waiting for: hardcore pornography. Not the good kind, though, just "shelf porn". I keep all of my Action figures (wee dollies) displayed in the basement of our house, along with my graphic novels. As you descend the stairs, the East wall greets your eye, with DC Direct JUSTICE figures in the spotlight:

The astute viewer will note a few ringers amongst the Alex Ross inspired line. Green Arrow, Gorilla Grodd, and the Riddler are from other lines. So sue me.

Below, some Marvel Legends and the mighty MODOK:

Next, a shelf devoted to the Fantastic Four and their supporting cast:

Here are two build-a- Figures that were especially hard to assemble: FIN FANG FOOM and CHEMO. These BAFs are BFFs!

The Northeast corner is Simpsons corner, holding my collection of the late '90s Playmates Simpsons figures and backgrounds:

The Northwest corner of the room holds still more figures, mostly DC comics. Note that the cabinet contains my custom action figures, featured in three previous posts.

From the bottom shelf, the Justice League Unlimited in all their glory:

The middle shelf holds JLU villains, supporting cast, the Legion of Superheroes, and the Doom Patrol:

The top shelf holds some interesting odds and ends from the DCU:

Finally, the West wall has two bookshelves packed with graphic novels, a computer kiosk, and still more dollies.

And yes, the south end of the room has toys as well...kid toys. And it is a total disaster. It's like a Two-Face room. The boy's half of the room is a litter of Transformers, superheroes, Spongebob, Star Wars, and you-name-it. We enjoy it down there though, and he's been very good about respecting my stuff.

Believe it or not, I also have boxes of older action figures still in storage, and statues that still need to go upstairs, and of course there's the comic books themselves; 30-plus longboxes on steel shelves in the garage. You know, I might have too much stuff.