Mahalo Means You're Retarded (So says Adam the Jew)

Disney movies make me cry. I'm female, yes. I watch movies where people are gutted, body parts are cut off, explosions, blowing up of people and buildings. I can watch a actual autopsy on TV and be like oh nifty. But you throw an animated Disney movie at me and I blubber like a baby. It's pathetic. Lilo and Stitch...bawled. Finding Nemo....Bawled. Beauty and the Beast...(once I got over that hideous nose they saddled Beast with in human form)....bawled. Little Mermaid not so much, that bitch was spoiled rotten. Cinderella, I loved for the mice. I'm trying to collect Disney movies these days on DVD, and it's been an effort. I can't always afford them when they are released, and sometimes I don't know about it until it's too late. But eventually I will have them all. The problem is, I don't open them. In all actuality I should probably buy two copies at a time. One to keep and one to watch. I can watch Disney pretty fanatically. I think I've seen Mulan a good billion times or so. And that was back when it was on VHS. So there.

My neighbor loaned me Up on Blu-ray. I'm gonna cry. I know I'm going to cry. So I am kind of postponing it by writing this blog. A blog that has nothing to do with anything other than saying I'm a total pansy. And that, no matter how old I am, or what else I may watch on TV or at the theater, Disney will make me cry.

And I'm not ashamed to admit it.

-Newt