Whenever I see Figment these days... Well, I no longer “do” Journey Into whatever it is anymore. But whenever I *did* see Figment, I wept. Figment’s dead. His corpse has been propped up for the last two decades as we’ve squinted, trying to hold fast to what we knew him AND Epcot to be. I say, send him to the Place Where The Lost Epcot Things go. It’s at least three times bigger than the real Epcot. Or maybe to that Buzzy fellow. Frankly, looking at something wobbling about, trying to be what it no longer is (looking at you Carousel of Progress) is a sad state of affairs. Epcot fell, she’s dead. At this point, the only thing from Future World that I will grasp onto until they rip me from the park, is that Innoventions loop. Ok, and Living with the Land.
I’m on my fourth beer tonight. I’m also a lightweight.