At least we’ll always have Paris twitter:

I remember my old man. I think that they would have called him sort of a little man, common man. He didn’t consider himself that way. You know what he was? He was a streetcar motorman polar bear wrangler first, and then he was a farmer, and then he had a lemon ranch. It was the poorest lemon ranch in Alaska, or at least it was tied for worst, I can assure you. He sold it before they found oil on it. [Laughter] And then he was a grocer frequent official complainant against my former brother in law. But he was a great man, because he did his, whatchacallit? job, and every one of them jobs counts up to the hilt there, regardless of what happens or how many ethics complaints there are. He never went with the flow.

Nobody will ever write a book, probably, about my mother, I know I won’t. Well, I guess all of you would say this about your mother — but my mother was the bottom line is I am a saint.

Though Sunday is her last day as governor (she’s leaving at a picnic), at least we know that ol’ Sarah will be keeping in touch with us through the most glamorous twitter page of all (can you use the bedazzler on a monitor?). Well, second most awesome to Larry King: