Props to the generically-named tvgirl17 for making a video that is just Danny Pudi’s reaction shots. What a good way to spend two minutes.
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Props to the generically-named tvgirl17 for making a video that is just Danny Pudi’s reaction shots. What a good way to spend two minutes.
There is a lot of good commentary on the trailer for Seth MacFarlane’s new series Dads behind the link, but I just need to say:
I have been rooting for Brenda Song to breakout for fourteen years and I never, ever, would have expected that she would actually go from great roles in shows for kids to really racist and stereotypical portrayals in shows for adults. Think about that, writers of television shows. I don’t understand why in children’s television networks try to not adhere to stereotypes and then go all in on those stereotypes because it’s “funny” when those kids grow up.
Also, this show is technically a reunion for Brenda Song and Seth Green as they both starred in 100 Deeds for Eddie McDowd. Think about that.
brickfrog asked: Alex, there are two types of people in this world: those who like Brett and those who like Sergio. And never the twain shall meet.
DRAMATIC GASP
YOU DON’T LIKE SERGIO?????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ME! GIVE THIS TO! PLEASE!
I just want to win all the things.
IT HAS MICHAELA WATKINS IN IT
I JUST WANT IT TO BE A SUCCESS
ALSO MAYBE RANDOMLY FEATURE THE CAST OF INFOMANIA AS OCCASIONAL EXTRAS
BUT NOT BRETT
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Sometimes you have to get up early to catch a train for a five-hour ordeal that will ultimately end with you in Yonkers, but you accidentally spend an hour on the internet reading someone’s graduate thesis about the importance of the state-funded art camp you went to in 2006 and wondering, as you shuffle through the documents at the end, how exactly you were graded on this rubric, and how you should feel about your class’s terribly-titled (still blaming you hip poetry kids) anthology sitting in a box in Erie as part of an “archive.”