Third act problems. Big ones. Whole thing falls apart in the last minutes, and it landed, flopped around, rather, in the uncanny valley of treasure.

Car commercial one, now this. Jeesh.

Definately NOT a treasure (app dev). It went so unfortunately off the rails that the Dean actually gets on the loud speaker at the end, and declares that Dan is mashing the reset button hard…

HA! Someone has been reading my posts!

It's pretty bad. It's borderline awful. This is season 4 quality stuff, in the writing. There was this glowing praise throughout that season too.

That was one of the stranger car commercials I've seen.

If there wasn't a marvelous or interesting or creative story around it, it would be… A perfectly unremarkable production of ad copy.

Harmontown Podcast, for months and months now, during the show, he's been expressing his burnout and loathing for having to do more Community, while they were in production… And the adderall perscription, he's been talking a lot about the adderall to get through it all.

Wow. That was painful. Terrible.

Ugh. This is a mess.

Had to dig deep for a disqus password reset for this, it is so irritating:

Seriously!? A show about 1% d-bags getting embarrassed about the help being illegal "for pete's sake."

So do I. So sayeth we all.

If Community never returns, the extinction level event that wiped out the Community universe is canon. The asteroid is canon. This is what I've been saying in the mirror every morning when I wake up.

What type of movies and what type of squirting are you implying by this?

Should I be regretting my E Pluribus Anus symbol tattoo? Maybe that's some forethought I should have had prior (not about possible cancelation, just generally). Oh… Life choices. I mean, who gets sitcom ink? That's crazy. I mean, that's crazy. That's something a crazy person would do.

Hehehe.

I have one of these wonderful chrome extensions to block comments… On youtube. Everywhere, really. 'Cept here. The comment sections of youtube are like Mordor or something. Dark, hopeless cesspools of soul crushing despair, tedium, rape stuff, hate stuff, anti-enlightment stuff… You never know if it is a 12 year old…

I am lost in the Morridor. I'm fine with this.

They're just so big.