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I Am A Bad Celebrity Gossip

Because somehow I missed that Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls is engaged to Neil Gaiman (which makes SO MUCH SPOOKY SENSE) until she took off a lot of her clothes on the red carpet and the Fug Girls pointed it out (NSFW, duh.). I’m not a Dresden Dolls devotee or anything (though Amanda did go to my high school, and they have been generous enough to play benefits for our incredible drama department), but “The Jeep Song” is up there on my list of favorite breakup songs of all time, is is in many ways the silly encapsulation of how I felt about much of ninth through twelfth grade:

All of this nostalgia aside, though, I actually didn’t think Dana Goodyear’s profile of Neil Gaiman in this week’s New Yorker was very good. Maybe it’s just that Gaiman isn’t someone I wanted to know more about, and I didn’t know that until I read the piece, but I felt like it was a fairly surface look at a complicated artist, unlike Goodyear’s brilliant deep dive on James Cameron. I love Sandman so much it’s difficult for me to talk about, the emotions just run too deep. It’s impossible that the person who created it could be as moving as the work itself.

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