No one is talking or thinking much about the Oscars, which are apparently going to go on as scheduled tomorrow night. That’s understandable. (I did like Jon Stewart’s joke that the red carpet has been downsized to “a crimson bathmat.”) Everything will be toned down and somber, which is also understandable. But I personally wouldn’t mind a real spectacle to allow me to take a break from the bleak thoughts that have dominated my consciousness this week. There’s so much more to say about this conflict, about the fate of our country and the world. But right now, I’m just tired. My brain hurts and my heart hurts worse. Making fun of Joan Rivers has never seemed so worthwhile.