8.01 The Locomotion Interruption (September 22)

[Idle Miscreant]

Just yesterday, I was thinking that even though I don't study Sheldon as devotedly as some of you, I can feel the "wrongness" of what they've done with him. It provokes an instinctive, gut-level feeling of wrongness, and it's saddening.

It reminds me of the scene Toad just put in the Grumblebox;



If you can't see WHY the bit about the Panda is WRONG, then there's no hope for you, aesthetically...
I love being fascist in the morning.
What they've reduced Sheldon to (ie, one half of Shamy) is the fecking Panda. It's naff and twee and godawful.

It's the talking London pigeon. It's cafes called "Munch", and wooden hand-painted bicycles for posh kids, and owls with fucking knitting needles, and CARDIGANS, and crumpets, and red-faced aristos, and celebrity vegan fucking cookbooks, and Gwyneth goddamn Paltrow, and uuuurgghhh...