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// Filed under: Life on Tuesday April 03rd 2007, 10:13 pm So hey, somebody graduated on Monday night. Was it you, Tim? Why, yes it was! I may now officially refer to myself as Tim Colwill, BSc. (Games Technology), which I think we can all agree has a much better ring to it than Tim Colwill, Undergraduate Machineslave. Of course, being a graduate of the presitigious Murdoch University comes with several rights and responsibilities, not the least of which is to sit through about twenty solid minutes of Discoverers Welcome advertisements for the university we just graduated from. Yes, Murdoch, we all know you’ve just paid a couple million dollars for some designers to develop a new corporate image for you - and frankly, it was about time you got rid of the “Brilliant!” slogan that it must have taken all of 10 minutes to cook up in your smoke-heavy multimedia rooms - but, hey, and this may come as a surprise - we just graduated from you. Reminding us again of exactly how great our former university is, is probably a slightly less than worthless procedure. But that aside, it was a most excellent night. We retired to the Moon Cafe to try our hand at consuming an entire Moon Burger - each. Not a small feat, and definitely one to cull the weak from the strong. Needless to say, I was the only victor, the others complaining of intestinal bleeding and “Jesus, Tim, you’ll fucking die, just stop, man, you’ve proved your point”. And I had. It’s definitely a weird feeling, this graduated-thing. I mean, I understand that it is, on a theoretical level - very important. But… I don’t feel as if anything has changed, pretty much at all. I still talk to the same lecturers, I still go to the same university - albeit for work, instead of study… hell, I spend all weekend at the GO3 Expo staffing the Murdoch University stand there. The only thing that’s changed is that none of us are screaming about incoming deadlines and impossible game requirements. So basically, I don’t really know what to think. Of course, one of my first acts as a graduate was to receive a rejection letter from Interzone Games, the new company setting up shop in Perth. While they are hiring, it’s only for people with years of industry experience under their belt. Of course, this might be a somewhat difficult proposition given the fact that Perth has absolutely no games industry from which to draw this experience, but at any rate I am left with two options, one distinctly desperate, and the other distinctly frightening. I can either sit around and wait for the inevitable lowering of standards, or emigrate Eastwards towards the sort of bustling metropoli that I, a small-town Perth boy, finds innately terrifying. So, it looks like I’ll be moving interstate, then. I don’t know when, or where, but from this point on, it’s pretty inevitable, and that frightens me a bit. I still live with my parents, as I have for the past 21 - nearly 22 years. The idea of both moving out AND moving interstate in one fell swoop is one that will need a lot of serious thinking about, and all I really want to do is play video games and spend time with my girlfriend. Bah, it’s all too hard. // 8 Comments
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Kitta says:
April 4, 2007 at 12:22 am
Tim says:
April 4, 2007 at 7:05 am
Robert Spencer says:
April 4, 2007 at 12:34 pm
azza-bazoo says:
April 4, 2007 at 5:13 pm
Tom says:
April 8, 2007 at 8:13 pm
Monkeycitto says:
April 11, 2007 at 6:49 am
Jim(i) says:
April 11, 2007 at 11:48 am
Max Radical says:
April 27, 2007 at 8:36 pm