If I were wonkette, I would hyperbolize my late night of addictive Dog Days page turning into a juicy night of binge-drinking and sexual innuendo. But I'm not wonkette, and neither is Ana Marie Cox anymore. As you can see from the grab above she's promoted herself to... herself, author.
I literally couldn't put the page turner down (it was like a romance novel for wonketteer-geeks who followed the whole course of her blogging-like me). In some ways, even better, as the fictionalized version shared details the real AMC is far to polite to share (especially later on when her success sucked her into the talking head universe she mocked so well) and thoughts are carried on for more than a few paragraphs. Oh, and ass-fucking figures into the book prominently (but not in the gross way you're thinking).
But enough gushing. I loved the book and heartily recommend it if you're into that kind of thing. After I wrapped up, I was jonesing for more, so I googled. The new wonkette doesn't quite do it for me (tough shoes to fill), so I checked on the antic muse, AMC's pre-wonkette site for crumbs, which I found in the form of a link to her new, post-wonkette blog - in the grab above. You can't relive the past, and this isn't the return of the real wonkette (as post-wonkette author life is surely more rewarding), but AMC's once-daily posts can sooth the itch a bit. Check it out.