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Things that are making me infinitely happy–

The Academy Awards have left me inspired, motivated, optimistic, and feeling light and fizzy. Even Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron are starting to grow on me. Anyway, here! look! exciting:

Barbara Walters really should have interviewed Taylor Swift instead of The Jonas Brothers during her Oscars special tonight, but that’s okay because:

klasdjfklajeflkjf!!!!!!

And speaking of the Barbara Walters special, this is literally THE most awkward thing (no, really…it is…), but Hugh Jackman is a dream, regardless:

And, I’m feeling really grateful for the people associated with Milk. I suck for not seeing that film or the majority of the other nominated films from tonight, but fuck yeah to them for bringing attention to Prop 8!

As a sort of intellectual nightcap of sorts I will now retire to bed with the genius of the latest installment of the This American Life podcast.

Final note: Barbara Walters asked Anne Hathaway to finish the statement, “Anne Hathaway is…” and she replied, “Anne Hathaway is happy.” My sentiments exactly.

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The Gentleman from Arizona

Charles Gibson’s name was on the tip of my tongue,

and Kathleen was sure I meant Peter Jennings,

“But isn’t he dead?”  Speaking of newscasters,

Tom Brokaw moderated the town hall style debate.

McCain kept calling us “friends,”

but he can’t comb his own hair

and I don’t have many 72-year-old friends.

 

An abandoned Rolling Stone

penned him the “Make-Believe Maverick,”

reporting he called Cindy a cunt who wears too much makeup

after she ruffled his non-existent hair,

but what about all of his cover up?

 

Two nights later we yelled about Sarah Palin in the yellow cab,

our legs grazing, our shoulders bumping,

our political passions on par with

those other passions we feel.  You know—

the ones you feel in places like (to borrow

the word from McCain) your cunt.