Sidewalk Chalk and a Movie

I was running around Saturday morning finishing up a project and trying to get it printed only to find that the printers are closed on Saturday (lame) and then I found out that my project is not due Monday at 8 a.m. but Wednesday. So no problema.

So it was off to the Sidewalk Arts Festival for me.



People came prepared. I would have just showed up, collected my chalk and started doodling, but that is apparently for amateurs because the really good artists wielded not just chalk, but paintbrushes and rags and water.



They did some crazy stuff.




And of course I stood there. You know, after being prodded and pushed and convinced that it was safe. My initial excuse for not wanting to was that I suffer from vertigo. Get over yourself Arielle; it's a sidewalk.




And there were so many people. I get really weird in crowds and I stop breathing because I WOULD BE BREATHING THEIR AIR. And their germs. And their stuff. Umm...can you germiphobe? I wanted to ask them all to leave, but that would be rude.




Later was Nemo.



Bruce: All right, anyone else? Hello, how 'bout you, mate? What's your problem?
Marlin: Me? I don't... I don't have a problem.
Bruce: Oh. Okay...Denial.


Crush: You, Mini-Man, takin' on the jellies. You've got serious thrill issues, dude. Awesome.

Crush: Alright, we're here, dudes! Get ready! Your exit's comin' up, man!
Marlin: You mean the swirling vortex of terror?
Crush: That's it, dude!

Marlin: It's like he's trying to speak to me I know it!