Captin Nod is still living under a desk, and now works in the VFX industry. He sometimes wears a hat, and can occasionally be found gibbering and giggling in a corner for no readily apparent reason.
As Brionyalluded to, the final, not-going-to-tweak-this-bugger-any-more version of my thesis is printed, handed in, and forgotten about. Four copies had to be printed - doublespaced, ring bound, and sprayed with special pheromones to make the PhD assessors think they are poultry.
So I went on down to the graduate research school at UNSW, and I uprooted my thesis from its moorings, and hurled it across the desk into the willing arms of the PhD review machine. I filled in a little survey on my postgraduate life (What was your best experience? Worst? Discuss, with examples), and was promptly rewarded.
I received a box and a little congratulatory letter, wrapped up in a ribbon:
Inside the box, a little slice of flavoursome UNSW bling:
You see, back in the halcyon days of being an undergraduate, we had this thing with exams. Our loosely knit group of friends (think of it more as a cardigan than a jumper), we'd turn up to an exam, and variously nervously twitch, scribble and fluster our way through it. About halfway though the exam, one of us would leave. This would prompt the rest of us to follow shortly thereafter, where we would congregate at the biggest dive that was nearby - in our case, invariably Mickey D's on Barker Street.
I exchanged some cash for a greasy apple pie from the equally greasy, spotty teenager behind the counter, and I wondered what he was going to write his PhD dissertation on. I munched on down on it, and realised the apple pies tasted better when they were made from chokos.
We're going to be moving in a few weeks, so now it's back to the unenviable task of re-packing all of our stuff into a small, small space. Luckily, I think I'll try to get a machine to do some of the work :P
Looks like another cherished 80's cartoon is in for the Hollywood treatment. Thundercats is making its way to the big screen via Warner Bros. Could this be one of the titles that may well be produced in Australia by Animal Logic? Avid celebrity spotters should keep an eye out around Fox Studios looking for a man in a spandex suit with a clown face and red hair (link is scary, open with caution) that looks a little like a cat.
Snarf. Snarf.
Still on the production front, looks like Battlestar Galactica is actually going to wrap up at the end of season 4, on "their own terms", so to speak. Its pretty cool to see that they're not going to try to drag it out till its painfully overdue for an ending.
