The upfronts — that strange, delirious time of the year when the major networks unleash their upcoming schedules — has been upon us since last week, and has churned out no shortage of interesting tidbits. Check back later in the week, when Andy Greenwald will be dropping knowledge over the entire annual TV-nerd-info treasure trove. For now, here’s a quick look at some of the stuff that popped off over the weekend.

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NBC already announced that Community will return for a fourth season (albeit a shortened one, at 13 episodes), which was a great relief to its millions (er, hundreds of thousands?) of fanatical viewers. And then NBC promptly crapped all over the goodwill it had just generated. Not only will Community be buried on Friday nights, its showrunner and creator Dan Harmon may not return.

For the first time ever, the Survivor finale included nary a dude. This is a pretty big deal, and certainly a turnoff for some of the viewers this season, especially those who felt that Troyzan’s torch should have never been snuffed (I know they exist because Troy mentioned how many of them had approached him on the street since he appeared on One World; then again, I can’t imagine approaching someone on the street to tell them that they deserved to go home, because that’s just rude). There was Sabrina, who managed to cling to her spot without making any enemies; Kim, who played the “ultimate strategic game” and even earned herself the most prized island badge, a shadowy mustache; Christina, who kept herself afloat merely by being so disliked that she made her opponents look good by comparison; Chelsea, Kim’s sidekick who wore a necklace bearing the words “2 DAWG” (it somehow honors her dad); and Alicia, who managed to tame both her abrasive attitude and her breasts in bondage bikinis by the finale.

Returning to camp after Kat’s elimination with a slightly higher average IQ, the survivors spend the requisite amount of time crowing about her departure, with overtones of regret: Wasn’t it rich when Kat snarked about blindsides, and other assorted night-vision mumbles that probably should have been subtitled? Tarzan, incredulous at the fact that he’s still around despite being (a) a man, and (b) a sort of offensive creature in general, opines to the camera that the women have made an error by keeping him, and now he might be able to slither his way into the final three. Maybe he’s got something there! Maybe he should keep doing grody things like wearing dirty underpants on his head and someone else’s befouled pink tank top and defending that action with some blathering about microbes! Why doesn’t he call someone a bitch for good measure, just to be extra charming and make sure he sails on through to the end? But more on that later.

After Troyzan was voted off last week, I heard some griping about the fact that there were no men left on Survivor: One World save for ol’ Tarz. I get that. I also find it less interesting to watch a group of same-gendered people on a survival game show, because the more diversity you throw at a social experiment, the better — plus, the women’s established alliance was making the elimination order too predictable. Thirty days into the game, Tarzan’s starting to seem like a great person to keep around as long as possible, resembling the sweeping dog from Alice in Wonderland and not exactly killing it in challenges. It’s probably not going to happen, but it makes you wonder if Tarzan could actually deliver an impressive case before the jury. He probably has a crazy backstory, and given the chance he might be able to rope in some of his wild ponies of verbiage and trot them out for the final tribal like a manipulative professional.

After almost 30 days on the island, the survivors are starting to get that greedy gleam in their eyes, and all of the paranoia and deception that everyone’s been talking about for 11 episodes is finally percolating. Kim is having a harder time being everybody’s lean, tan best buddy; Kat is struggling with the idea that she’ll look like a weak player or a follower, as if it has just occurred to her that there are people watching these fun games in the sand; and good old Troyzan, who knows he’s not long for this island with no real allies on Tikiano, is left with no choice but to plant as many Troyseeds of doubt as he can to try to cling to his spot in the game for another week. Tarzan is the only tribe member who doesn’t seem to give much of a hoot how things shake up, drifting down the lazy river of game play on his dirty inner tube, and begins this episode by explaining that he’s just going to do whatever the girls say — the stress-free strategy employed by many contestants before him, who realize that they appear so weak that they might hang on until they finally foul up the laundry again in the final five.

We open with the island gods sending one of this season’s many instant messages to the castaways of Survivor island. This one comes in the night, in the form of Jay’s dream that he will be shot. Remember when Kat dreamed that Alicia killed her at the mall? How are these people even having dreams, sleeping on rocks in the wet, cold, damp nights? And why aren’t they dreaming about sandwiches?

Twenty-one days in and it’s time for an episode about strategy and breast implants. The women, once begging for fire and looking all sad, now have a numbers advantage over the men, and Jay is spooked. He should have been spooked before he sent fun-loving Jonas home, but such is the nature of this game. The reward challenge is announced with a message in a 7-Up bottle. I still haven’t forgiven 7-Up for playing that Cee-Lo commercial sixty thousand times a day, so I was feeling salty toward this week’s sponsor, but as I’ve mentioned before, sugar is like crack cocaine to island dwellers, so everyone’s showing up to the challenge with guns blazing. Jeff offers the castaways a bottle of the uncola to whet their appetites while he explains that the winners will be sent to a soda pop oasis with burgers and lots of pie. How soon we forget the halcyon days of beer! Soda is for babies! Beer is for real people!

Now that Colton — with holes where his heart and appendix used to hang out — has been shuttled off of Survivor: One World, I had some concerns about things getting dull around camp. I shouldn’t have, because look at Tarzan: rusty-mustached, inappropriately tearful, and ... what’s that? Pause it there. Is that dirt on Tarzan’s upper thigh, right below the tight elastic of his skivvie’s leghole? Or is it ... no, it couldn’t be. That’s what the ocean is for, or a hole in the ground. Right? More on this in a second.

After the sensory treat that was last week’s Survivor: One World, it was no surprise that last night’s episode was sort of a letdown, more like one of those parties where the beer never gets quite cold enough in the fridge for the mountains to turn blue than an all-night extravaganza at Mick Jagger’s mansion. That’s okay; the game doesn’t snake through the flats of suburbia, but rather wanders down the cul-de-sacs and into the canyons of life on an island with people you don’t really like, chasing a million dollars and the chance to appear in all-stars follow-ups.

Well, this is a surprise. Louis C.K. — currently killing the game with his FX show, his stand-up specials, and his general winningly dour demeanor — is writing and producing a comedy for CBS. The show, about an “ensemble of young people who are trying to achieve their creative dreams in these tough financial times,” is co-created with Spike Feresten, his old pal from his Letterman writing room days. (Feresten has also written for The Simpsons and Seinfeld. More interestingly: He hosted Fox’s late-night program Talkshow with Spike Feresten for three years without anyone ever really knowing it existed.) So: Should CBS President Les Moonves now be afraid for his life via the ire of a put-upon Louis C.K.? Or has Louis C.K. somehow gotten the “Louis C.K. deal” over at the big-boy network?

Yesterday, NBC released its mid-season schedule on which the charming, abysmally rated Community is nowhere to be found. The network says the show will return, but it's unclear when or for how long (presumably none of this bodes well for a fourth season). While we await official word, this week's YouTube Hall of Fame remembers the TV shows that were cancelled before their time.

My personal pick: CBS's reality show Kid Nation, which ran for thirteen episodes in 2007. The premise was simple (and awesome): Forty children between the ages of 8 and 15 were left to fend for themselves in a New Mexican ghost town. Without any adult supervision, they were asked to prepare their own food, clean up after themselves, and form a functional government, competing each week for "gold stars," which came with prizes like toothbrushes and outhouses. Hilarious controversy ensued, though, when one kid burned her face on a stove and a few others drank bleach that had been left in an unmarked soda bottle. Even though nobody died, CBS pulled the plug. My feelings on Kid Nation are already a matter of public record, but I'll share them again anyway: Kid Nation was the greatest reality show of all time. Watch the above clip, in which the kids slaughter chickens, fight over who should make breakfast, and troubleshoot a minor plumbing problem ("You don't realize how important water is until you learn the hard way"). Please, CBS, bring this show back.

Andy Rooney died last week at the age of 92. He went into the hospital for some minor surgery, there were complications, and he died. In the wake of his passing, people will write many, many obituaries about what he meant, and what he symbolized. And it’s a good thing Rooney isn’t alive for this process, because it would totally annoy him. He would insist that his death is essentially meaningless and that strangers who argue otherwise are idiotic. And I’d like to think he’d be wrong about this, but he’d probably be right.