I spent a lot of time surfing the 'Blogosphere' today, and as a result of all the outstanding examples I've stumbled across, one thing has struck me - Seinfeld did not have to end.
The show whose premise is "about nothing" could quite easily continue to exist for millenia beyond Jerry's, Kramer's, Elaine's and George's mortal (and possibly collective) passing - there's so much writing out there about absolutely nothing at all. Today, such literary and educated topics as shit Rob Lowe movies, worn out speedo's, stink bugs and 'The way my dad wakes up' have entertained and amused me no end.
Now let us sit in silence for a minute and contemplate finding the common humanity in our fascination with the inane and insignificant.
Aummmmmmmmm