(via Wired)
Sure, Wall-E might be fascist and hypocritical, but after 90 minutes of hugging myself and giggling on account of the overwhelming amounts of cute-meets-awesome I am foolishly susceptible to Wall-E related merchandise. Especially the opportunity to actually own my very own Wall-E. Check out more at the Wired blog – you could be able to take this little guy home to your children (or your adult girlfriend. Ahem). Also, I would endure Disney World again for a chance to have Wall-E pretend that he loves me.
(Big props to Mr. MiddleChild for Knowing What I Like)
Eleanor Roosevelt needs this.