December 12th, 2002

Self-Portrait 3

"Fo' shizzle, mah bizzle dizzle. Big ol' Neptizzle rollin wit' Snoop D-O-double-Gizzle"

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."--George Orwell, Animal Farm

Hardly a day goes by that the point doesn't get driven home as to why I don't go over to Mallet anymore. There are still a few people over there that I actually have any desire to talk to, and maybe a couple that I would actually consider calling a friend; but they're so far outnumbered by people that I either just in general dislike or outright despise that it's not worth my time to fight through the bullshit. That, and the people that don't suck (or, at one point, didn't suck) are being even further corrupted by the people that do.

And by the way, "a couple that I would actually consider calling a friend" is not intended to be a slight or a judgment on anyone's character. These are good, stand-up people I'm talking about; it's just that "friend" is not a word I throw around lightly.

Anyway, enough of that, important things are happening: Snoop Dogg has a toy line now. At least two and possibly three different 12-inch figures of the Doggfather himself. From what I can tell, they come with cloth outfits, the likeness on the prototypes is really, really good, and they've got 43 points of articulation. Which, if you don't know about toys because you're not Supergeek like I am, is so ridiculously high I'm beginning to think it's some kind of typo. If I don't get one, I think I might cry.