Right now, we’re like a show that just had its season finale and hasn’t heard yet if it’s going to come back for another one. We don’t expect that anyone’s going to be sending letters or peanuts or postcards or whatever the equivalent would be for us. (But then, this never was really about you, was it?)
But let’s not dwell on that too much. The new TV season will come and we’ll be back or we won’t. But that doesn’t have anything to do with this show. It exists independent of all of that.
We get to Scott Baio Is 45 And Single and are fine with not having to ever go back to it. The respective ends of John From Cincinnati and Hell’s Kitchen aren’t exactly the finales we would have chosen to parallel ours, but seriously, we’ll take them however we can get them. The rest (Entourage, Flight of the Conchords, My Boys, Weeds, On the Lot, Greek, Top Chef, Mad Men and Psych) will have to soldier on without us. I hope they’ll be okay.
See you in September…?