We are mad at the 2018 Oscar broadcast. I was not feeling well (UTI! Woo!), so Gina recorded the show so we could all watch it together. However, although we added 30 minutes to the recording, it went over even that. Way over. As in, we missed the Best Actress and Best Picture sections.
This is infuriating. Why in the world do they not just schedule the freaking thing for the appropriate amount of time? It can’t be hard to look in the archives, see how long the average acceptance speech actually takes, and then factor that in with the length of your features! Argh. Trying to bribe winners with a jet ski doesn’t cut it. Let them have their freaking moment. Don’t steal that because you make bad decisions.
Gina, as a screenwriter, is especially angry at the Academy Award producers. I am less angry, mostly because I’m in serious bladder pain and am dealing with this weird MS thing where my body temperature feels completely out of whack and I had to leave in the middle to stand under burning water in the shower until my teeth stopped chattering. My life is bizarre.
I go home tomorrow. I miss David horribly, I miss Bonesy, and I can’t wait to see Hudson Taylor on Wednesday. (OMG! Pinch me!) But my time with my sister is always so much fun (and goes by so dang fast!) that I hate to leave.