My closet, both mirrored doors pushed to the right. Inside the open portion of the closet is my computer stash and my t-shirts. To the left of my closet is my door, closed and locked, my do not disturb sign for some reason being on the inside of the door.
Moving towards myself in my desk chair, I find my leather reclining game chair. The chair of the Gods. Across from it is my TV, 24" inch flat-screen, perched atop my media...holder.
To the left of the TV is my PS3, the hulking monstrosity upon which I play LittleBigPlanet. To the right of the TV is my trusty PS2, because my PS3 is a dick and isn't backwards compatible, even if it allows me to create internal PS2 memory cards. Below the PS2 is my N64, which I will absolutely never move ever, because it is better than the GameCube stashed in my closet. Underneath the TV shelf is another shelf, holding my old VCR, which I use a lot more often than I should. To the left of the VCR, under the PS3 shelf, is my collection of N64 games. A very small collection.
I turn back to my monitor and I type this message. Descriptive enough? Now you know basically the entire layout of my room.