After this incident, Brody told us that he loved our work and wanted us to do additional episodes. Our friends and family told us we were crazy and that we shouldn't do anymore of them. To this we replied: Are we? Or are we so sane that you just blew your mind? To which they responded: It's impossible. Our retort was: Is it? Or is it so possible your head is spinning like a top? Their final response was: It can't be done. To which our final response was: Can't it? Or is your entire world just crashing down all around you? They left and said: Alright that's enough and we answered: Yeaaaaah!

Our sentiments were that we don't care about Brody. We were up on 96th Street on this particular day, there was a kid couldn't have been more than ten years old. He was searching on Google to see if there were any other Seinfeld listings as good as the one by Jared Somer and Adam Somer, with lists such as how many times Norman Brenner showed his English mug. That's who we care about. The little kid who needs our insane lists, because he doesn't have access to Dave Warshaw's brilliant E-bay acquisition, Jared Jerome's love of Garrett Barten, or because his perent or guardian won't let him waste away countless hours in front of the television, nor let him control the clicker, constantly pausing the episodes of Seinfeld, that we take for granted.

So our friends and family replied: So you'll do the web site?

We answered emphatically, we have to. But we're gonna need to storyboard this whole thing. Where are our magic markers?

They replied: Right here.