I'm more or less half asleep and working on my puppets, but I felt inspired to say this about The Frog Princess, which is what I'm calling it...

Dr. Facilier is worth the ticket, sort of. There's just not enough of him, good lord.

The movie itself? fffuueeemmeeehhh. It's DISNEY! They're back, with baby steps!

It was an okay movie. It was good to see people animating with drawings again, but the story could have been a little pushed or something. I dunno.

I'm tired. I'm working. I'm distracted. I like animation.

Here's Renie and I on our worst behavior.

Just came back from the Metro station. I take the Metro to avoid paying for parking around i.O West, but it has provided me with another great convenience. Free character study. The disparity among Metrolink riders is inspiring and educational. They're mostly city workers. Latinos who wear cheap clothes with logos that I assume represent entities that they don't represent or care about. They look very tired at night, probably from working very hard all day for very little money. Many of them carry a little lunch bag with inexpensive food in it, like fruit and chips. The guys are very cordial to the women, speaking in Spanish about the weather. There's a lot of Black women with interesting hair and nails. I talked to this lady who came on with a pizza and she started up a conversation about being sick of the drunks in her life. I said her pizza was making me hungry and she said "I know girl, I can't wait to get home and eat this, I am STARVIN." There's always at least two tourists looking at maps and standing on high alert for the next stop. Then there are always teens. Not average teens, but teens that would be stereotyped as "Slutty" or "Goth" or "Hipster" or "Cholo" or "Gay." Once in a while there's a person with Down's Syndrome. I love seeing what people are reading. Once in a while, it's something I think they just grabbed from a relative. I saw a cholo guy once looking through a DANIELLE STEEL NOVEL. I wanted to take a picture so bad. Tonight, I saw a woman who I imagine was a crazy cat lady.

So I get back to the Metro after class and this guy is being really loud and talking to everyone. He tells a slutty looking girl that "SHE REPRESENT HOLLYWOOD, FINE ASS GIRL LIKE THAT, NOW THAT'S WHAT THIS TOWN IS ABOUT, BEAUTIFUL WIMMIN." She gets away and I am very intrigued. He walks near me and I see that he's a drug addled, long-term stage schizophrenic with bloodshot eyes and a wobbly walk. But what he is saying is FASCINATING. He sounds very coherent. He's not saying anything crazy, there is just no hesitancy or reaction to not being listened to. He WILL NOT shut up. I am lucky enough to get on the same sub car as him. He sits near some Black people and uses the N word with them, showing that he does have some weird trace of societal norms left in his brain. He tells them about how cold it is and that his jacket was warmer than leather. It was thin and couldn't have possibly been warm. They all looked away or turned their faces. Two women sat near him and got up to leave after he told them how beautiful they were. "CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHIN'? CUZ ISS TRUE. YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, YOU KNOW DAT?" After the second girl got up to leave, he turned to the people next to him and said "WHEN YOU MEET A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, YOU GOTTA SNATCH THE BREFF OUTTA HER. YOU CAN'T WAIT FOR IT, OR YOU GONNA MISS IT AND SHE GONE. SHE AIN'T COMIN BACK. YOU GOTTA SNATCH DAT BREFF AND KEEP IT, AND DEN SHE GONNA WANT IT BACK. YOU GOTTA MAKE HER WANNA GET IT BACK, DEN SHE COME AN GET IT."

I heard this and my eyes almost welled up. That's the most beautiful thing I've heard all day.