I figured that cover needed a bigger image.
You know, it's cold today. Fucking cold. I don't usually complain about this, but fuck, it's cold. I imagine Icelandic girls and boys would be wearing shorts and trying to get a tan, but not being from there I am, of course, freezing and complaining like the Australian born wuss I am. I am also discovering what an absolute bitch filling in the selection criteria for jobs is. I mean, really, they're like a miniature essay. Why bother even interviewing me afterward? Just give me the job or don't.