If I had a magical genie and that genie could grant me one wish, I would be all like, “Genie, I want Aaron Sorkin to write the screenplay version of my life.” Aaron Sorkin is a magical genie, and I’m beyond delighted that he’s writing the upcoming film about the start of Facebook, tentatively titled The Social Network. In this interview, Aaron says he’s close to finishing a first draft. A script-review blog reportedly got a look at it in June, and, while they don’t post the actual script, you can read a decent play-by-play here. I’m completely drooling over any news about this movie, mostly because I’m completely obsessed with Aaron Sorkin and all I want to do all day is watch things that he wrote. And then I want to marry him, because we’ll write our own vows and I just can’t wait to hear all the marvelous turns-of-phrase he has for me. Aaron? If the Google alert you undoubtedly have on your name picks this up, my contact information is in the sidebar.

If you wake up in cold sweats every now and then because you had this horrible nightmare that they canceled Studio 60 and then have to face the staggering reality that they actually did, there’s light at the end of this dark, Jordan McDeere-less tunnel.

Aaron Sorkin has been tapped to write a screenplay for DreamWorks about the trial of the 1968 anti-war activists known as the Chicago Seven.

The film is part of a three-picture deal Sorkin just signed with DreamWorks … and is being developed as a potential directorial project for Oscar winner Steven Spielberg, the studio said on Thursday.

DreamWorks said the two other Sorkin projects would be announced later.

“The Trial of the Chicago 7″ will focus on the high-profile conspiracy trials of anti-war protesters including Abbie Hoffman, Tom Hayden, Bobby Seale and David Dellinger, who were accused of inciting riots outside the 1968 Democratic National Convention.

Sorkin also wrote the screenplay for the political drama Charlie Wilson’s War, which will come out in December and stars Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts.

Everything is going to be okay, kids.

I’m so pissed that they’re canceling this show. Care to reconsider, NBC?

Look, I love Tina Fey and 30 Rock as much as the next guy; it’s well-written, engaging and funny, just in a different way. As much shit as I give him, I love Aaron Sorkin’s work, both on crack and off; his characters say things that need to be said, and his storytelling and dialogue are almost incomparably brilliant. I suppose with some coaxing I can stomach a world where Paris Hilton can buy her way out of jail, but I don’t know if I can live in a world where a major network can green-light the cougars-vs-kittens Age of Love and this show doesn’t get another season.

Just got through watching Monday night’s episode on my TiVo. For all the shit I give Sorkin for the sketches not being funny (they’re still not), the rest of the show is so, so wonderful. It’s not quite the early seasons of The West Wing, but it’s the closest thing that’s been on television since. If you’re not tuning in, you should be. Some observations from tonight:

a) Jordan McDeere is my love.
2) Martha O’Dell is totally Maureen Dowd (who is also my love).

That is all.

For those of you who were losing sleep over the threat of being denied your weekly supply of rhythmic Sorkin repartee (wow, that sounds kind of dirty, like something Maureen Dowd might be able to tell us more about), Studio 60 has been picked up for nine more episodes.

Picked up for nine more episodes? You know who else was picked up for nine more episodes? Boticelli. They didn’t understand him then, either, and ninety-three percent of the country will tell you you should not — you should not — use Colgate in combination with Vicodin — they say that, you know, did you know that? — but somehow eighty-two percent of the country thinks Boticelli is an overrated flavor of Ben & Jerry’s and what this tells me, Jack, what is crystal clear to me now is that Ted Danson and Senator Jon Kyl and the cast of television’s Thirtysomething are in my goddamn jacuzzi because Walt Whitman didn’t know Leaves of Grass from a quick gummer on the deck of a yacht anchored in the Canary Islands. So you can take that 1985 purple Swatch and throw it overboard for Darwin to add to his collection, and you call me when, and only when, it is firmly on his goddamn well-evolved wrist.

Phew. Wow. I feel better already.