I got to see my grandparents today. They're in their 80s, and my grandma is forgetful. It's not Alzheimer's, but it's still kinda sad. It's almost like being in the twilight zone. She'll repeat parts of conversation over and over. We still answer, for politeness, but it's still sad.

There was a character in my brother's show, "Street Scene", who I really like. He was a taxi driver, and a bully, but he also wanted what he couldn't have. And he knew why: because he was a taxi driver and a bully, and that's all he knows to be.

I like that 'knowing you can't have it because you know you're a bad person' idea for a character. Very Beauty and the Beast.