Those of you who know me fairly well are aware that I have a very large collection of Transformers. By very large I do not mean "relatively sizable"; by very large I mean "quasi 40 year-old virgin". Originally, I shared my office with the Transformers and all was harmonious. However, marriage and Mrs. Loquacious' return to school had created a bit of a problem: there was no longer room for both Mrs. L and I to do our work. There would be space at the other desk for her laptop, which would allow us to work together - but that would mean the Transformers would need to be placed elsewhere.
Either the Transformers needed to be moved, or Mrs. L needed to be moved - the classic impossible decision.
After realizing I probably couldn't keep Mrs. L in our storage room for very long before she would need food and water, I began packing up part of my glorious collection of nostalgia. But before I started packing them away, I took some photographs for posterity:
Half of my transformers collection, in their old location (click for larger image)
Half of my transformers collection, in their new location
Sad, tragic times indeed. (And yes, for those wondering, that is a giraffe Transformer in the left box. They made some crazy stuff in Japan.)