For three days now, off and on, I have been listening in my head (involuntarily, mind you) to Elton John’s “Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart”. Except it’s not the Elton John and Kiki Dee version. It’s not even the Elton John and RuPaul version. It’s the version performed by Runt and Foxy Loxy over the end credits to that doggedly mediocre Zach Braff vehicle, Chicken Little. My brain hates me.