I live my life no context, but if you do, I'll blame you

Arisia has begun. Tonight in Dramatic Readings from the Ig Nobel Prizes, I performed selections from Paul G. Becher et al.'s "The scent of the fly" (Journal of Chemical Ecology, 2018) and Lindie H. Liang et al.'s "Righting a wrong: Retaliation on a voodoo doll symbolizing an abusive supervisor restores justice" (The Leadership Quarterly 2018). The latter paper confirms that it makes downtrodden workers feel better to torment effigies of their horrible bosses; the former determined that a fly can be detected in a glass of wine by taste provided it is a female of the species Drosophila melanogaster whose volatile pheromone Z4-11Al consequently makes the wine taste, quote, technical term, "off." I also joined a chantey chorus supplementing a dramatic reading of William McGonagall's "The Tay Bridge Disaster" with a filk on the subject by Marc Abrahams. I feel I've done my bit for the arts this weekend.