Last night was the Oscars and honestly, I don’t care. I’ll check to see which film won the Best Animated Feature prize and that’s it. Unless it’s a technical Oscar, I can’t really say that I care overly much. I haven’t cared since 1989, when Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was robbed. The Academy is a bunch of old white guys giving awards to other white guys making movies for white guys to watch. If you don’t play by the old white guys’ rules, they’ll exclude you from the party. That’s it. That’s the Academy Awards in a nutshell.
It seems that we’ll have Peg for another year at least; she’s planning on retiring and probably before next summer. She’s pretty much had it with the bullshit by the doors; the favoritism is rampant and there are far too many people who want certain things done certain ways and the personality clashes have gotten worse. It’s ridiculous and it’s only getting worse. I can’t blame her for wanting to get out.
It seems that Mary is trying to cut her hours back; her husband has retired and she doesn’t want to work too many hours or she’ll lose her paycheck, supposedly. She’s also looking after her mother, but she says she needs Fridays and Saturdays off for that, which seems a little suspect. But what do I know, other than nothing.
I’m using some of my vacation time to go to a Brewers game this week. I don’t know how I feel about that. For so many years, that time was set aside for BotCon, so it feels odd to use it for something as minor as a baseball game. But I don’t think I’ll be planning on an actual vacation until next year; there’s no BotCon this year and it looks like there won’t be another until 2022. So I have to use my time now, or I will lose it. It’ll reaccrue this August, so I’ll be ready for next year. I just miss making plans for a convention.
I remember saying that I had SDCC on my bucket list but now I think it’s on my fuck-it list. Huge conventions do not appeal to me anymore. I want to stick with small affairs, as there’s less of a chance for disease to spread.