Everyone’s freaking out about Brooklyn Nine-Nine being cancelled, and all I can do is shrug; it was by far Michael Schur’s weakest show, and it’s kind of amazing it survived as long as it did. I basically have no desire to see Andy Samberg when he’s not standing next to Justin Timberlake, and I vaguely dislike the Peretti family in general —I’m giving Jordan Peele a pass on this— so it’ll be nice not having to endure them. I watched the show for Andre Braugher and Joe Lo Truglio —Boyle is Joe’s best work since The State— but they’ll both find work elsewhere.

(If only NBC would notice that ‘90s nostalgia is a big thing, Braugher is free, Clark Johnson and Kyle Secor are busy-but-gettable, Melissa Leo and Giancarlo Esposito are willing to pick up a check for crap like Wayward Pines and Once Upon A Time, and both Belzer and Yaphet Kotto are still alive… hell, even Daniel Baldwin hasn’t managed to kill himself yet. Throw some HBO-level money at David Simon, and I’ll bet he’d be willing to write Braugher another Emmy. It’s fate, people. Make it happen.)

Now, if you want to get me agitated over a cancellation, just announce that, say, The Expanse has been axed… wait, what? Are you fucking kidding me? Excuse me while I root through my closet for a torch and pitchfork. It took SyFy seven years to find a real replacement for BSG, and they give up this quickly? I’m going to miss everything about it, but especially Shohreh Aghdashloo and Frankie Adams— Frankie’s my second-favorite giraffe in the world, right behind @domestic–doll and right ahead of Gwendoline Christie.

(As an aside: being a cishet white guy, I don’t usually make my viewing choices based on diversity, but wow… cancelling arguably the two most diverse shows on television on the same fucking day? That’s not a good look, Hollywood/Vancouver.)