With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Shall we whomp us together a music post? I do love the word "whomp." The sound of it is very evocative of the actual action.

( Music Post: Things Wot I Have Listened To Lately )

Also, because it seemed timely, let's dump some links.

( Linkage dump: Gay marriage, the Oscars, writing, saucy Jesus, gummi bears, and Tesla vs. Edison. )

Also, if your married coworker offers to pay your airfare so you can fly to San Francisco and share a hotel room at a (entirely optional) training course with her, is she trying to tempt you into an adulterous lesbian affair, or is she just planning to kill you and steal your organs? I mean, I know what I would be trying to do, but I'm uncertain as to when it's directed at me. Also, I wouldn't actually be attending this course. I'd just apparently be there. To keep her company. Or something.

I received an invitation to speak at a neuroscience conference that is either a severe case of mistaken identity (dude, I'm not even in the same field of medicine, and I sure as hell don't have an MD) or the classiest spam I have ever received, hands down. I was inclined to think the latter, until I looked it up and it is an event.

Which clearly means that it is probably a zombie trap of some kind.