Lada and Alexis (mostly Lada) did an amazing job with this place.


I am the little man in the boat. Some stuff in the room, like the curtains and the closet (and my shirt), are actually more red/orange, but it all sort of melts together into this nice warm pink weirdness. The bedsheets, for example, have no pink or red in them at all (they're normal leopard print, black and yellow and brown), but they definitely read pinkish here, which I really dig.

Housewarming gifts from Lada and Alexis! That's the skull I mentioned that came from the little Mexican boutique around the corner, which I've walked past a million times now and it totally reminds me a lot of Eyes Gallery on South Street in Philly.


I can't believe when Lada was decorating my room she asked herself, "what else would Manning want in here?" and the answer she came up with was a pink boa. She was right!


Do not fucking interrupt me when Old Boy is on, seriously.


My office.


I'd bet real money that picture of me and Alexis (taken by Tami, presumably printed out by Alexis and Lada) is the single most rock n' roll thing that's ever happened in the Bosnian countryside. Which is then completely canceled out by the terrible little disco ball guy that Alexis gave me as a present the other night. The head spins around when you plug him in. I... honestly kind of can't imagine a worse use for fossil fuels than that.


I'm really glad I brought my guitar with me to France this time! I really missed it last time. It looks like it's trying to stop a monster from getting out of the closet. That's really the main reason I brought it.


There you can see three of the (hold on, counting) seven pairs of sunglasses I've inexplicably brought with me.


Oh hey, and here's a shot of my building from outside.