the Dalaverse

I've been in a little bliss bubble all day long, reading LJ and WaPo and whatnot, and I might actually be too tired to articulate my feelings about yesterday. So for now I'm going to leave y'all with the moment in which I learned that Barack Obama was to be the next president of the United States. I was in the basement by myself, watching the Indecision 2008 special. Mom was mostly watching CNN in the kitchen, and my dad had gone up there because he was SERIOUSLY gonna go to bed already. I heard them start to shout during a funny Colbert rant about Hawaii, but I hadn't been watching the returns in a timely fashion and just thought Obama had taken another state.

Then this happened.



I was laughing, and then my jaw dropped, and then I started crying. Jon was letting the audience go nuts and Stephen was taking his glasses off while swiping at his eyes, and I was standing in front of the television grinning and sobbing and gnawing on my hands and making People Under the Stairs sounds, right up until the hosts and the correspondents said goodnight.

That's what I was doing when Barack Obama became the President Elect. My mother shouted down at me to turn on "the real news," but I can't think of a better way to hear the news than from Jon Stewart's mouth. So many times over the past eight years I've tuned into TDS and felt that Jon was maybe the only other person in the world who was paying attention, and that was an enormous comfort. And Stephen...I can count the number of times I've seen him break character on one hand, and in this case he didn't even have to - tears might be a logical put-on for "Stephen Colbert," but they were also genuine.