I'll give it to someone special

I think I'm trying to preempt myself by listening to Sarge's cover of "Last Christmas" although that's rather the least depressing of Elizabeth's music. Although somehow it's still cathartic, I'm just not in much of a consolable mood tonight. Nothing even "wrong" per se, in fact most things are going quite well, pretty much all my pie pieces, but, just, I don't know, whatever it is. Let's call it PMS.

At least I can sleep in tomorrow and hopefully overnight have some fruitful or at least interesting dreams. I've just wasted my entire night sitting in front of the computer doing, well, not a thing really. Except hitting things like "refresh" and "play" over and over. But that's okay. I can deal, and have certainly had worse moments this year. I found this old Salon piece by Charles Taylor on Sarge:

It's as if Mary Gaitskill had opted to tell one of her tales in the form of "Run Lola Run."

For the record, I think Elizabeth Elmore is one of the most brilliant, gut-wrenchingly honest songwriters around. Even when she's doing a cover she really makes it her own. But I don't think she has Betty Boop lips.

Okay, pulling me slightly out of my gloom and doom - the new epilogue to Ana Marie Cox's Dog Days contains this tidbit, which should amuse anyone who has so much as glanced at Ben Shapiro's Porn Generation (published by Regnery):

HEATHER MASON poses for Maxim and keeps her top on. Her book, Washington: A View from the Bottom, comes out, to great titillation, from Regnery Publishing after a lucrative deal negotiated by Hugh Brompton.