Fiber Optic Jesus (I gave it to the mom of the girl who posted that video)

Stuffed Gossamer, no doubt.

A bunch of stuffed animals. They just sit there, gathering dust, but I can't bring myself to get rid of them.

I still have the same stuffed tiger I've had since before I was born.

Not telling you what my totem is, though. Don't want to get Incepted.

We have the Velvet Elvis that hangs above our bed, and always will.

All of them!

Oh, choices, choices.

My wife and I, before we met each-other, bought glass heads. She got 4 in high school, I bought 2 in college. She has put away her 4, as we don't have as much shelf space as we used to, but we look forward to a day when they can all be proudly displayed (with our collection of hats to keep them warm).

My wife has a light-up Mother Mary, somewhat reminiscent of the Fiber-Optic Jesus, but in a faux-gaudy frame. I like it, but it's hidden away somewhere.

Oh, I have it! My ornate musket angel painting! There's a nice Spanish Wikipedia article on them, which notes that the Angel with a Sword got changed into an Angel with a Gun in South America. In the end, you get things like Gabriel with a gun, in the Cusco style of painting.

I have a bunch but the two that I've had the longest are:

A ceramic space capsule that I made in third grade. It looks like a lump, but I know what it is.

My paternal grandfather's Solingen straight razor in the original box with the saddle-backed whetstone it came with.

for podeeeee

I have a 30-inch tall amber glass fluted bottle that had been a decoration in my family's living room growing up. I took it after the last time I had moved back with my parents in 1980 and the fact that it remains intact after 9 moves, one marriage, three dogs and an emotional breakdown makes it a good luck piece. After going through everything in my dad's storage unit I realized how many other amber glass items he and my mother had, and most of them are filling my shelf space now. I was also reunited with a childhood cookie jar: a teepee-shaped McCoy Ceramics model that is now worth a few bucks but the last thing I'll sell. My dad had several nautical-themed pictures in his apartment, but there is one that I have put on my wall: "I Told You So". Among the keepsakes I purchased myself are a 'Cathedral Style' radio, not an original '30s model, but an '80s re-creation with an AM/FM tuner, and a foot-tall plush pink flamingo that actually sat on my desk as part of a running joke at one place I worked (the biggest, craziest 'piece of flair' I ever had at a workplace).

Well, I know my wife prays for the day I get rid of my JBLs. They take up a lot of space and don't match anything. But, lord, do they rock.

And, I still have my teddy bear and tiger. They'll never leave my side.

Thorzdad, you should get rid of those old dinosaurs. What a waste of space. I'll take them off your hands. ;-)

Big, paper machie "creations" made by my sons and stepson. My oldest son made a smallish dragon, but my younger son and oldest stepson made big...things. My sons' looks like a dragon (albeit one that was run over and was in rigor mortis). My stepson's on the other hand...looks like a rabid football with appendages. They are on the open space above my kitchen cabinets, and I smile when I look at them.

It's hard to think of a specific thing unless we draw a big circle around my entire apartment and include everything, because I am at heart a very silly person and it shows. (As my brother said when he walked in yesterday, "You have Gnip-Gnop? Hanging on your wall? AS A DISPLAY?" Yup.)

I do have some shabby wooden furniture, including a rough wooden crate we use as a coffee table. It was a hand-me-down that I've had probably 20 years, but I'm starting to realize it's pretty ugly. I hate to sacrifice the storage space, though, so I might paint it or wax it and affix a cushion so it can be an ottoman. That might obscure its roughness a bit. I am not willing to get rid of it. Not right now anyhow.

The Bobsey Twins & The Big River Mystery, my first real novel. My grandmother bought it for me when I was 6.

It took me years to finally get rid of all of the plastic milk crates that I collected with my first wife. We lived in Washington Heights back when it was a less savory neighborhood. We used those milk crates for all types of furniture. I had a floor to ceiling bookcase that covered a whole wall. All red and blue milk crates that said something like, "This is the property of Moo Farms. It is a crime to steal them."

Damn, I think I have a few still in my basement from when I moved. Don't tell anyone, kay?

I have a painting in my kitchen you could call "naive" if you were interested in classifying it. It's a profile of a large chicken in navy, red, white, and yellow. IT's signed "Renee." Right before I moved away from Philly - my first big bid at adult life planning - I attended a flea market with a friend. We saw this painting, done on a panel of wood slats bolted together, and it was $20. Since I was about to move, I decided it would be a waste of money to purchase, since I might need that $20. WE passed it on by. A few days later, at my going-away party, she took me out to her car, opened the trunk, lifted a blanket, and there was the chicken. We named him "Andre" and he's been in my kitchen ever since.

That'd be my grandmother's cookie jar. I don't know how I came to have it. It used to have a clear glass lid. It's brown ceramic, made up to look like a wooden barrel.

No one's critical of it, but I always wear my dragonfly necklace. Whenever anyone compliments it, I take it as my birth mother saying hello through them. It's funny how absorbed people will get by it sometimes. (As an atheist/humanist, I don't believe in such things, none-the-less.)