what lacks in subtlety

This morning, attempting to work on my "novel" (can I take away the quotation marks after page 150?), I allowed my iTunes to express what it would by authorizing its "DJ" function. (Those quotation marks, unfortunately, are non-negotiable, since there are no disks involved and no person or thing is expressly jockeying them. Sorry --- once a devotee of the Chicago Manual of Style, always a devotee of the Chicago Manual of Style.) iTunes had a few things to say. It had to say:

1) Ladytron, "Destroy Everything You Touch," followed directly by
2) Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around Comes Around," after which came
3) The Besnard Lake's "Disaster" and finally
4) Dolly Parton's "Jolene."

Seriously? Come now, iTunes "DJ." Somewhere in there someone, a gnome or rat, is tee-heeing its little heartlet out. I mean, "Jolene"? What my novel lacks in subtlety* iTunes "DJ" lacks in spades. Later on in the day, having moved on to other, less pressing subjects, it decided that the time was right for Datarock's "Nightflight to Uranus." A Crohn's joke, iTunes? If you're that lighthearted, be my guest.

Luckily for the "DJ" there's only a finite amount of music with which to jockey. I don't think there's anything about excessive consumption of pomegranates (possible song: "Get Them Seeds/Get Them"), four quick, almost jaunty vomits in a row ("And You Ain't Even Drunk, Girl") or a declaration at the doctor this morning that I think I may be losing my composure at large ("Jolene").

*I heard the market was undersaturated with ten-page reveries about the medicinal properties of Feverfew, so I went ahead and dropped one into the middle of chapter 3. See you at the rejection booth!