Finales, Spin-offs, and Denny Crane

In this month of season finales, I can't help but to consider the shows that last, and those that don't. The ones where you get closure and the vast majority that don't. I can't help but wonder about the shows that run past their prime, and those that "jump the shark" as it were.

If I compare my life to a sit-com, I'm long past funny, past stagnant. I've reached the point where the older couple would adopt a child. Or the smarter co-star would die, leaving a flailing, less than whole cast and a fading star to change careers and/or maybe adopt a kid.
I don't see me adopting a kid and there is no co-star, so I suppose it might be time to look for a spin-off.
New job, new city, hell if I'm lucky, maybe a hot, new co-star.

Or maybe this show has had its run. Maybe it doesn't get renewed or a spin-off. No new Darren, no new neighbor or landlord. Maybe it's time for the traveling one-man show... Shatner style.

If Kirk can become Denny Crane, and Mal can become Castle, maybe, just maybe, there is hope for a new character. Let's just hope I can skip the TJ Hooker and Drive and please, please, the Arachniphobia periods.
Kirk out...
Denny Crane.

Comments

Leslie said…

Columbus is nice :)

~Wessie

May 2, 2012 at 12:08 AM

Guitars81 said…

I'm still in your sitcom...

May 2, 2012 at 7:58 AM

NetJunkie - RW said…

Always. :)

May 2, 2012 at 12:43 PM

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