Much has been bitched about how this country's leading comedians allegedly won't and/or can't find anything to make fun of Barack Obama about, but we both know that's not really accurate. Plenty of funny has been had this year regarding the guy, and I've found the greatest hits (that were available on Hulu, largely) for us all to enjoy on this, the most historically congested traffic day in the history of Washington, D.C., and posted them below. And I do apologize to all of you fine Canadians (we love you!) who can't watch the Hulu clips, but in this isolated case you have to admit, this is kind of our day. We have Hulu access, you have universal health care. I think we're even.

With Obama's landmark inauguration happening Tuesday, we're hoping that after he gets around to fixing all of America's problems, he'll be able to inspire some much needed changes on the TV landscape. We've taken a page from his list of campaign promises and come up with our own changes that we could really get behind.

Here's the thing about making fun of Patrick Swayze's new show, The Beast: I don't really want to do it, but after seeing the premiere last night, it clearly needs to be done. So the rest of this post is going to be very apologetic and everything, because of course I love Patrick Swayze as much as the next girl and want him to do well, but Jesus H. Christ, this show out-mediocres NCIS even.

We're going to admit it, as much as we dread the hours that American Idol sucks out of our otherwise somewhat productive lives as couch potatoes, we can't help ourselves from watching it. No matter how much we hated the season that preceded it and are wary of the lies about how this season will be so much better. It's like going back to a bad boyfriend, or continuing to tune in to Heroes. However, somehow, it seems like Season 8 could actually be better. Maybe we've just been beaten down, or maybe we're just really irrationally thrilled they are actually making some of the promised changes, but we're feeling pretty positive about the new season so far. Here's why.

Much has been made of the Sexy Dork phenomenon. Last year really drove home the point, with superlative nerds like Neil Patrick Harris, Michael Cera and a certain big-eared, comic book-collecting president-elect getting lauded left and right and achieving sex symbol status. But no single show on TV has single-handedly championed the dweeb contingent with quite the single-minded and (unintentionally) avant-garde dedication that American Idol has.

I guess this is a big deal. It feels like a big deal, even though it's just information and not actual content. Anyway, the much-anticipated Greg Daniels/Amy Poehler/Aziz Ansari series is still untitled, but it does have a premise now! It will be set in the hilarrrrious world of the outdoorsy branch of local government! The show will mirror The Office's mockumentary style, and will follow Poehler as Leslie Knope, a "mid-level bureaucrat in the Parks and Recreation Department of Pawnee, Indiana."

I have a confession to make, one that could potentially threaten my standing as an editor at Television Without Pity. Before last night's season premiere, I had never seen an episode of American Idol. I know, I know, how could I be a TV writer and not watch the most popular TV show in America? Well, there are three perfectly good reasons: 1) I hate most modern mainstream music, especially ballads, R&B and country. 2) As a former singer myself, I hate bad singing, and the show seems to showcase a lot of it during the auditions. 3) Until last year, I worked at a magazine about action figures, and watching a show like AI could have threatened my geek status. (If there had been American Idol action figures, though, I would have been all over it. ...Hey, why aren't there American Idol action figures?) But I put aside my prejudices for one night last night, and was pleasantly surprised to see all of my preconceived notions of the show blown out of the water, making me a convert. Possibly for life.

I made a big deal last week about how I prefer to enjoy Nip/Tuck without thinking too much about it, but the problem is last night's episode made me think several distressing thoughts that I need to get out. Which I guess is a good thing, albeit uncharacteristic of the show and contrary to everything I like about it. It's really hard to be me. Here goes, hopefully some of you have answers:

You guys know trainer Bob from The Biggest Loser, right? The nice one, who never wins because the other trainer screams the fat right off morbidly obese people while he nurtures them and braids their hair? But despite that, no one wants him replaced because he's just too endearing and lovable to lose? Well, he basically snapped last night. It was pretty major. Oxygen should do a Snapped episode on him. The snappee was Joelle, the lazy asshole contestant who doesn't seem to be clear on what the purpose of the show is and is unapologetically ruining it for everyone (except Jillian, who is loving it!). Even though it was an absurdly over-the-top fight on a reality show, it seemed pretty real. And my god, was it satisfying. Because Joelle is seriously a lazy asshole voluntarily participating in a show that requires its participants to be the exact opposite of lazy assholes. Thus the yelling. And the satisfaction.

Personally I've been over here humming the tune of "Ding, Dong, The Witch Is Dead" in my head since I read the news that pseudo-lesbian Sadie was checking out of Seattle Grace after a very short stint on the show. That Ausiello knows how to make a girl happy. OK, well Melissa George probably isn't particularly happy about it (even if it was her choice), but I sure as heck am. I realize I've been biased against her character, long before Hahn's unceremonious ouster and long before she ever showed up looking for her pal "death," because I really don't like Melissa George as an actress. I've held a grudge against her ever since she and her annoying character basically ruined Alias for me. With that in mind, here are the four reasons we're glad that Ms. George chose (if you choose to believe that) to get the hell out of dodge.