You would think a satellite image would be the coolest way to relive last Tuesday's inauguration of Barack Obama. But leave it to photographer David Bergman to trump NASA by using a photo application called Gigapan to sew together a 1474 megapixel photo of the inauguration. That means you can zoom in on thousands of people with amazing clarity and critique their get-ups (President Carter looks like a fugitive). And check out the woman sitting in row 97, 42 seats to the right. Terrifying.

We all knew that when President Obama was ushered in to scrub up the turdy mess our country fell into, he'd disappoint a number of people, having to do unsavory things like make compromises and appeal to the wingnut faction that's currently waiting for You-Know-Who to declare her stab at the presidency a few years from now. And if you were someone who had enough sense to dim their Obama-blinders after our new bossman had sealed his victory last fall, you were expecting consequent letdowns. And there have been a quite a few already, what with the Rick Warren mess. Also, try as hard as we might, we can't exactly wipe Michelle Obama's Narciso fiasco from our minds either. But those are frivolous flubs considering the mimed theatrics of That Historic Day -- a day which may have been comparable to this tragic Britney lip-synch in its authenticity (but not necessarily in its use of skimpy string bikinis).

So you a drank a little too much Obama last night, and you're paying for it today. Change rings in your ears, and the sour taste of hope dries up your mouth. It's no secret that the only antidote to a hangover is consuming more of what got you there in the first place. Which means the best way to alleviate your Obama hangover is by drinking more of him. Here's a roundup of the post-inauguration Internet landscape:

● IsObamaPresident.com is for those of you who have trouble sleeping at night, maybe because you're worried about the future, maybe because you no longer have a roof over your head. No matter. According to this site and at the time of this writing, Obama has only been in office for 22 hours, 59 minutes, 20 seconds. There's a lot of time left.
● This is the first day of Obama eating whatever he wants, whenever he wants, even if he's forty thousand feet in the air. Here he is ordering a cheeseburger aboard Air Force One and getting it done ... medium well? I miss George Bush. At least he knew how to eat.

With the simple act of donning a floor-length, handmade flower and Swarovski crystal-embellished ivory gown to the Inaugural balls last night, Michelle Obama solidified her status as a fashion icon. (Her appearance on the cover of Vogue come March won't hurt either.) The dress looked exquisite on her (albeit a bit long, especially considering all of the dancing she and her husband had to do last night); more importantly, she looked absolutely at ease in the design from 26-year-old wunderkind Jason Wu (whose floral-embellished dress Mrs. Obama sported just a few weeks earlier for an interview with Barbara Walters). As for Wu, the designer told the Today Show that he was completely unaware Mrs. Obama was wearing his design to one of the most highly anticipated events on the 2009 fashion calendar until the moment it was broadcast live.

How can you tell that a swag peddler is from Los Angeles? They call their publicist from the back of their pop-up shop before answering any questions -- hey, they have publicists. The Everything Obama Store culminated their three-week run with Obama football jerseys (#44), commemorative water bottles, Obama air freshener, Obama condoms (“Stimulus Package” not kidding), Obama flip flops, and limited-edition appliqué bling T-shirts. Putin’s gotta be jealous.

America’s stiff-collared capital deals just fine with motorcades, bomb threats, and heads of state who occupy a city block; however, give us an ounce of Hollywood, and we turn into a bunch of weak-kneed Teen People readers. As white limousines charged past frostbitten National Guardsmen and down roadblocked streets, the indignant masses craned their necks and even cupped greasy hands to peek through tinted windows trying to figure out who, and with whom? The law was not amused. At one point, a chauffeur trusted his GPS a bit too much and got stuck on 18th Street. Pedestrians shouted “Red Rover” from opposite sides of the curb, while a befuddled policemen failed to tag the onslaught of jaywalkers. Ever see a limo do a six-point turn on a one-way street? Oh, the humanity.

After the world’s longest parade, inauguration evening was engulfed in red satin handbags and dapper Midwestern men who traded the comfort of one-piece long underwear for ill-fitting rented tuxes. Some of us who had ball tickets (even to the schnazzy Babyboomer’s Ball) simply opted out because really, three hours of security lines is enough for one day. Instead we headed to U Street and the evening’s must-have photo op at Ben’s Chili Bowl.

If you're just not politically-minded or unable to watch cable news for extended periods of time, and you need solid evidence about what the President's all about, consider his pick of inauguration divas. More telling than a President's track record on hot-button issues or a quick audit of how he uses tax dollars, these domineering belters are handy abstracts of an incoming President's state of mind. Since they're already mainstays of pop culture, you've already got a working knowledge of what their angles are. From there, they'll typically warble the national anthem or another similarly patriotic jingle with an epic strings section. And if you don't find yourself cringing, then there's a decent chance the new President won't unnerve you either. At least not terribly.

Our intrepid Washington DC editor, Andrew Evans, has official press credentials for the Inauguration, and he's not afraid to use them. Check back to this post throughout the day for words and images Andrew sends in from the field of dreams known as Barack Obama's swearing-in. Spurning the comforts of a press center swaddled in central heat and wifi, Andrew's out in the press with a borrowed BlackBerry and questionable cell service. See change happening close up, citizen journo style, live (ish)!

The fashion world’s collective gaze has been expectantly perched on First Lady Michelle Obama’s shoulders since yesterday, in wonder of what the fashion maven would sport for her husband’s inaugural ceremonies and events. Yesterday, Mrs. Obama chose Narcisco Rodriguez, an old favorite for the first set of inaugural festivities (the First Lady sported a now iconic red-and-black Rodriguez creation on the night of Barack Obama’s election). The ensemble she chose was a relatively tame one (two-toned in camel and black), and surely not as controversy-sparking as the last.