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This is just Cats with update CGI. They change it every week. Next week it’s The Rhythm Section.

I’m fine with how everything turned out in the end, but I do have to call at least minor bullshit on the Whiterose Mystery Machine, simply because something convinced Angela it was true. She had seen it, or at least claimed to, and she’s not an idiot, so it had to be something truly convincing. So to fake in that

This is one of the best finales of all time, perhaps since “Felina” of Breaking Bad. Everything have been explained to such satisfying degree that left nothing else to be uncovered. Elliot’s rage has finally accepted his end and we should too, all we can do is to let life takes us where we need to go.

Just wanted to pop in and say “Nothing in the now can hold a candle to the agony of the then.” is a very powerful sentence.

Loved You’re The Worst’s final season, and final episode. That show was such a delightful surprise, and for its fucked-up ensemble to grope their way to a version of happiness over four seasons without becoming any less fucked-up was a mark of really sharp writing that avoided tired “happy ending” tropes.

I LOVED that because the entire show i was confused because the cookie crisp mascot WAS a burglar when we were kids and then he actually addressed it!

I quote and watch that scene far too often.

It gets better when you run it through a Britta filter a couple times.

Shutup, Farrows. I talked to your son at Family Day. I know all about your gambling.

I love how if you set up an ad-blocking DNS like Pi-Hole you get 30 seconds of silence while the screen says “sorry, we can’t show you ads” and then the show continues. Maybe one ad in ten actually plays.

“Oh, god no, I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is Faith’s richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed, attic-bound incest offspring of Entitlement and Fear.” 

Does he help on Harmontown or something? I’m not in the loop; I’m still patting myself on the back that I knew about Rich Fulcher before I found out he was head writer on Rick and Morty.

I didn’t see the Han Solo movie...but I recently rewatched the episode where Shirley gets remarried and Troy and Abed get all of their whackiness out with a binge-run in the Dreamatorium so that they can be “normal” at the wedding, except all their attempts at sincerity sound like sarcasm.

Maybe a nice, crisp, confused CharDeannay? Vegan Sausage Vodka (it’s the wurst)? 

I dressed up as a crazy Egyptian for you, man.

Glover is a genius but my favorite thing he’s ever done is his freak out in the bathroom after meeting LeVar Burton. “YOU CAN’T DISAPPOINT A PICTURE!!”