mindbleach

Thank you for mentioning AP Bio - I half-remembered some show with a trailer that had been color-graded within an inch of its life. No colors left besides peach and teal. But whenever I tried finding it again, it ended something like "Abbot Elementary doesn't look like that."

The slightly goofy Francis Ford Coppola adaptation both includes it and solves it. Van Helsing throws a bowl of grains into the air and Dracula names the total before they hit the ground.

I can't not hear What Pearl Jam Sounds Like To People Who Don't Like Pearl Jam.

Literally how.

You better pirate at least 20% domestic content, or they'll come for bittorrent next!

The who-is-stronger exposition dumps are the problem. I don't give a shit about Soul Society - that's not the show I was enjoying. That's just what it became, for endless repetitive nonsense, after the formulaic-but-distinct first season made a ton of money.

If there was no first season - if it actually had been advertised on what's in the second season onward - I would not have finished a single episode. Total apathy. But because I cared about what it was, and hoped we might get more of that, I still feel betrayed.

What, like if you binge a whole season of Stranger Things, you have to watch at least two episodes of Murdoch Mysteries?

The policies for domestic broadcasting literally do not make sense - not over sociopolitical objections, but for plain technical reasons. Streaming does not work like broadcasting. You can't make an American video-on-demand company produce Canadian content, almost by definition. You cannot reasonably make any streaming service show people a certain percentage of domestic content, because they're not in charge of what people watch.

Elaborate.

Is now the right time for purity tests?

Be sure.

Even if that was true - the moral compromise is to exclude all discussion, rather than tolerate one side's propaganda and silence the other side's damning criticism. Deny the aggressors the appearance of legitimacy.

"By your logic" is never followed by your logic, but "This you?" never misses.

And it's bad satire. This wasn't printed a year ago; they published this knowing exactly how fucked-up life is. It doesn't work.

The Onion, of all sites, does not need anyone's excuses.