My wife will tell you that it's because I'm a slob. I plead guilty. But I do so with extenuating circumstances.
Today's mail included review DVDs of the new Fox series ''Bones'' and the second season of ''House.''
You know how much space a DVD takes. These two arrived in a box that was 15 inches long, 11 inches wide and 11 inches deep.
Inside the box was a styrofoam cooler. The cooler held some press material, two freezer packs, a book by Kathy Reichs (a real-life forensic anthropologist and novelist, who has a producer credit on ''Bones,'' also about a forensic anthropologist), a couple of bags of plastic bones (where one of the bones was also a pen), an evidence bag with the ''Bones'' DVD inside it, and a fake blood-bag with the ''House'' DVD in it.
That was all meant to make me pay more attention to the shows, but I already write about ''House'' (including in my DVD column today) and expect to talk about ''Bones'' around the time it premieres in September. This stuff was mostly clutter, and not even good clutter at that.
After all, besides papers and review videos, my desk already has a ''Wonderfalls'' plastic lion, a ''Nighty Night'' postcard and a Chuck Woolery bobblehead. No plastic bones can top that.