Worst Wednesday Ever

My apologies for not posting in a while - my net got capped last week, work has been ultra busy and today has joined the other nominees in the election of Worst Day of My Life.
I will give a few brief reasons before I move on to just link-spamming, posting this, and going to sleep. It's not even 6pm. I'm done with today.

• Our job positions are changing at work and I had to spend time training. It was godawful.
• Somehow nothing I did was good enough and my boss (dad) was treating me like an idiot.
  
• I have the worst period cramps ever. No amount of painkiller will help. I also have a ginormous headache that just won't go away.
  
• I just got my tattoo re-inked on Monday, so that is also swollen, painful and itchy.
• I swapped desks with someone, and in the process I started to smell real bad. I didn't take any deoderant to work.
• I had to spend hours going back over a convoluted spreadsheet because I wasn't given the correct information the first time.
• Around the end of the day I received a phone call from my doctor's surgery to say that my pap smear test had come back with an abnormal reading. I didn't even listen at the time, just booked another appointment. It wasn't until I started walking home that I realised what that means. Bit of a shock.

AND NOW, TO DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION ELSEWHERE, SOME LINKS!

If you're in Brisbane and free on Saturday 20th June you should definitely come to the Dead of Winter Festival at the Jubilee Hotel in the Valley because it will be a full day of bands, booze, burlesque, market stalls and horror movies. Dude. That rules. Check out their myspace page if you dare.

You can read the first chapter of author S.G. Browne's zombie romantic comedy called Breathers here. I read it and it wins my seal of approval - perhaps I may even buy the book. It seems in Browne's zombie world, when you turn into a zombie it's like turning into a "lower class" of people. You can still talk and think and love - you're just filthy cause you eat brains.

The Black Cherry Bombshells is an awesome comic about chicks who kill zombies. Are you guys sensing a theme here too? It's available to read online.

Oh, holy crap, THIS one rules - It's a company called MotoArt who create wicked furniture out of used airplane parts. Yeah. Dude. I'm not saying anyone reading this will be able to afford any of that furniture, but you should click on that link just so you can drool over the thought of having a wing-table. Or an engine-desk.

Inner City Snail. It's awesome.

The trailer for the film adaption of Cormac McCarthy's awesome book The Road. It has sweet sweet Viggo Mortensen *drool*.



Also one last one from Shakesville's Feminism 101 to shut you up if you were thinking of telling me maybe I'm only having a bad day cause I'm on the rag. Cause I already had one person tell me that today, and the only thing their mother has left to bury is a skin-sack.

Goodnight!