February 27, 2012
Just a reminder: I don’t write a lot about writing here because I do most of my writing about writing over at Genreality. It’s a good way to focus my thoughts about writing in one place, and keeps this blog from turning into all-writing-all-the-time, which would be pretty boring. Today, I wrote about working too hard and burning out. Short version: I’m not burning out. Not yet, anyway.
Is it me, or was the Oscar slate pretty weak overall this time around? I was “meh” over the whole thing. I forgive The Artist winning best picture, though, because they brought Uggie the dog with them. Also, I really hate that they cut off speeches so quickly for everybody but the big stars. Some of these people, this is their fifteen minutes, their time in the light, maybe their only time after a whole career of hard work. They’re already flustered, then they get completely bewildered because the teleprompter is telling them to hurry up, and I don’t think it’s fair. I know it would make the ceremony longer, but I don’t really care. This pisses me off every single year I watch the Oscars.