I'll admit it. I'm a whore for merchandise. I'm at my most capitalistic when I'm at a convention or in Tokyo Toys or somewhere similar, squealing over t-shirts and mugs and keyrings and figurines and posters and all that fun stuff. I don't collect things exactly, but it brings me a certain amount of satisfaction to amass these sorts of belongings. However, in my journeys through the dark underbelly of the internet, I have inevitably discovered a good deal of truly bizarre merchandise. Granted, almost all of these items are unofficial. But the fact remains that someone, somewhere, has decided to market them as merchandise, presumably in the be