And about goddamn time. But! There are words, and then, there're things that get done. Ganja-smoking Gay Andrew Sullivan has things to say about this. Lots of people will. Maybe some people won't think it's time at all? Yes. That's bound to happen.

Altarcations, tomorrow, at 2:30. Did you know people are saying ridiculous things about the Nobel Prize? We'll be hearing about them. The return of SNL Digest! To celebrate her Fan-In-Chief, here's last week's Lady Gaga SNL performance. Cheers, to Our Lady of The Immaculate Penis. Join our open thread in the comments, see you tomorrow morning.

I know, I know: they're everywhere. And how many holidays can they have, amirite? Too many. But back to Joey Ramone: the guy was schitzo, we learned. Maybe "I Wanna Be Sedated" wasn't so much a cry to get fucked up as it was a cry for help, and we all sang along and tried to huff as much glue or snort as many pixie sticks as we could in high school. We heard fun. The same way David Letterman's audience heard a joke when he started talking about the "terrible" indiscretions he had. David Letterman has sex? They thought. Hysterical! Except, go watch that clip again. Letterman is seething with anger: anger at his audience, the people laughing. Anger at the crooks who try to exploit him. Anger at himself for often occupying the role of a professional clown. And mostly: self-loathing anger.

Which brings us back to that Iranian guy in denial: sometimes, you gotta face who you are, whether you're a Jew, a pussy hound, or an insane punk rocker whose fans devolved from paint-addicted Manhattan punks to the suburban decay of Hot Topic shoppers, throwing a shirt with your face on it right on the counter with a poster of Robert Pattinson's fangy, sparkly face, and busting out mom's credit card. Then again, you're still the guy who wrote "Judy Is a Punk." So you've got that going for you. Also, you're dead. Which after the sadness wears off, is pretty punk, too.

Tomorrow! We've got Altarcations coming at you at 2:30. SNL Digest should be around by 3:30. Ryan Reynolds and Our Lady Of The Immaculate Penis, Lady Gaga, are on tonight's show. I was in the same room with Lady Gaga this week, and yes, we'll definitely be talking about that at some point. Also, did you know this site used to have job listings? It's true. I'm bringing those back tomorrow, as well a nice list of media pussy hounds. Isn't it fun to say? Pussy hound! That should be fun.

Apologies for the slow schedule, friends: I was down with the aforementioned Jew tummy ache. I ate too many Etrogs last night. I'll be around here for a bit. Have a good night, enjoy the show, and crank it. Joey?

Michael Jackson talked to rabbis. Did you know tomorrow night is Yom Kippur? Maybe I'll repent for all those typos, or George Bush will repent for not giving J.K. Rowling a Presidential Medal of Honor because Jesus hates wizards or whatever.

Hopefully Lorne Michaels won't have to repent for Saturday Night Live sucking tonight, as its having it's premiere! And we should be excited for it. I'll probably drop in here to blog a little bit of it. Maybe banks will preemptively repent for screwing world economies in a very uncomfortable place: their wallets! Did you know they made $5.2B in trading derivatives in the second fiscal quarter? Well: they did. How 'bout that? Also: is this Rupert Murdoch Twitter account real? The world: I have questions for it.

Finally, if you're in New York, Phoenix is playing in Central Park! Which is pretty big for them. Lots of famous bands have played Central Park, and they went from being obscure and French to famous and French, which in this country: impressive. A Pitchfork writer (as they sometimes do) put it best:

Even after TV placements, Apple ads, movie trailer placements, Brat Pack YouTube videos, and 103 plays according to my iTunes, "Lisztomania" has not gotten old. I don't understand how this is possible, but I'm not questioning it. Even lead singer Thomas Mars' ever-so-slight lyrical flub near the beginning of their performance of the song on "Late Night With Jimmy Fallon" only makes me like this band more. They are human beings making invincible songs.

So true. Tomorrow: Altarcations at 2:30, the Washington Post's Twitter Guidelines (which we'll try not to steal, har), figuring out whether or not New York Times dining editor Pete Wells hates food, and more. Until then, catchy songs. Crank it:

Terese and Carmelle performing Saint Vitus Dance by Xex

Kevin Pedersen performing Devo's "The Girl You Want"

Here I'm singing one of my favorite songs, "All in Love is Fair" by Stevie Wonder. Though "singing" here is used loosely.

Michael O'Neill sings Trapped In The Closet.

Steve Buscemi and his son on an accepted students tour at Bard College checking out the Frank Gehry designed Fisher Center for the Performing Arts. They both looked unimpressed.

So Lucian Buscemi—he of the hip, hip band Fiasco—might be going to Bard! How fitting.

Who went to your school? At Boston College we had Tim Russert's kid Luke and a Hearst and I want to say Greg Norman's kid for some reason, but that's probably wrong?

Note: You cannot play this game if you went to Harvard. It's unfair.

OK, please ignore the cheesy OC video mash-up. It's the only video of the song's album version that I could find, and you need to hear it with all the orchestration. So, yeah. Enjoy.

What's your favorite mournful jam?

(I'm sure Spiegelman did this post back in the day at one point, but ah well.)