Nathan Savin Scott

Don’t kill anybody. There might be a time in your 20s when you encounter a situation where you’re like, man, I could totally get away with killing this person. Police wouldn’t have a motive. No one would ever know.

This mixtape has anger and sadness, but mostly it is joy, 13 tracks of happiness, laughter, Russian-accented weirdness, and singsong

The creators have mistaken keeping the show’s soul with cobbling together pieces of the mythology fans idolize to form some twisted Frankenstein’s monster of self-congratulations and references from two seasons ago.

This show has faults, but these are still characters I want to spend time with. That’s enough to give us another season.

She told me she’d been too sick to cook dinner, and if I’d mind. I smiled. She blew me a kiss because she didn’t want to get me sick. I walked to the kitchen and, even though I was exhausted after a long day at my job, I got to work cooking a plain dinner neither of us would remember.

Perhaps the strangest thing about all this was how little I cared about who was responsible for the attack. I’m sure I will. I’m sure one day, when I learn who did this, I’ll lose sleep, and feel rage, real rage, and want to see them (or him, or her) killed. I’ll want blood. I’m no better than anyone else.

It’s fitting this episode opens with Pierce bragging about the Americanized version of Inspector Spacetime and Abed rolling his eyes at the common TV tropes he lists as epic.

Then, after delivered dinner, I drink six Red Bulls, and it’s back to another Serious Work Time to actually get some stuff done. That usually lasts until midnight, and then it’s asphyxiation time!

I remember the first time I saw the music video for “Helena” on Total Request Live, at 4:15 pm on a Tuesday, me sitting with a bowl of Apple Jacks on my couch, my mom calling in from the other room that I needed to start my homework soon. My jaw dropped.

What If I’m Always The First To Leave? You get tired at parties? I do that, too, dude. I’ve perfected the move where I tell people I have to use the bathroom, then, when their backs are turned, I just fucking SPRINT out of the bar and go home. Idiots never saw it coming.

But watching Abed get completely consumed with the idea of a fraternity, abandon both plots to go make it happen, and then have Dean Pelton instantly play along with it…that’s why I love Community.

March Madness sounds like a horrifying disease brought on by the Easter Bunny.