THEY DON'T MAKE MUSIC, THEY JUST DE-COMPOSE ...

Full conreps will follow sometime over the next few days, as I'm almost caught up after taking a three-day weekend for FilKONtario. As usual, taking one day off results in my being about three days behind at the office. Heh -- when I take a week off in June for Concertino and visiting Boston friends, I'll probably return to find that I'm backed up until, oh, the Mayan Apocalypse or somethin'.

In the meantime, I'll just note that one of the side-effects from filkcon attendance is the ... interesting quality of earworms you get for the next week or so.

To cite a couple examples:

Dead people got no reason to live ... (thanks to lemmozine)

and

Zombie zombie zombie/zombie zombie zombie/zaaaahhhhmbeeee ... (thanks to peteralway

Not that this is a bad thing by any means.

Words: Mort by Terry Pratchett
Sounds & Images: Lots of Ani DiFranco (may be interviewing her for The Paper)
State O'Mind: Zombie zombie zombie ...