I was going to do a day-by-day account of how I was getting my life together down here, instead I think I’ll just not and then tell you when I’ve made actual progress after the fact.

Like I’ll find out on Tuesday if I have a job trial working at HYPE which I’m pretty excited about.  I was second guessing the opportunity thinking that I should be getting something full-time and more design-based.  But working in sneakers is something I’ve always wanted to do, so I’m not going to pass it up.  Maybe I’ll miss some opportunites for design work in the meantime, but this is an opportunity in itself.  It’ll be a great way to meet people…questionmark?

I’m super pumped, I can’t wait to find out how it goes.

I’m packing my computer and stuff away and then heading out for the rest of the day, eventually arriving at the airport to depart for Melbourne, for keeps.  To the handful of people who read this, thanks for everything.  Next time we talk I’ll be moved.

So I started a fight via email at work last week that Benny finished.

ZAC:

Btw Benny, your rhymes are getting old like the times:

It’s not a font I want but I’ll leave you dead like Caesar.

My beats are a sure thing.  A real crowd pleaser.

BENNY:

My “rhymes are old like the times”?

Who is this upstart, this little hop-hop minion?

Who’s this rhymedictionary.com troll with the store-bought opinion?

Your vocabulary diminutive while mine straight up eloquent

Your influence extends to your kitchen; I’m existentially preeminent.

ZAC:

Sorry dude, my reference was too deep, I didn’t mean to confuse you,

But I have appeared to really upset you; to straight-up abuse you.

I mixed some history with subtle font hooks.

I’ll bake some more lines, you stick to your books.

BENNY:

Oh! Call the Louvre because fonts are now high culture!

Let’s sit back while Zac builds his own lyrical sepulchre!

You want to rap history with me? I’m diamond! You’re opal!

This’ll be the biggest massacre since the sack of Constantinople!

ZAC:

What?  Who?  Oh.  Hi.

Jeez Ben, I thought you’d crawled off to die.

It’s just been so long, my attention was gone, mostly

You know, seeing as you’d gotten all ghostly.

I know my rhymes are a bit flaky

But I’m rollin it quick, putting together a beat pastry.

I hope you enjoy it, the red stains comin’ through the bread

Don’t let it hit your shirt or else it’ll still seem you’re dead.

BENNY:

Your lines poorly constructed, their content mere nonsense

You criticise my gospel but resent my brief silence?

If I seem distracted; please forgive me; I was gone, now I’m back.

It only takes a fraction of my attention to serve you anyway, Zac.

ZAC:

Forget any gospel, it’s just you and me,

Why talk about God?  I’m sure Jake & Dick will agree.

I like all your rhymes, they’re just so juicy,

But my raps about food are better than you.

See?

BENNY:

OHHHH

Even if my email client can’t process a new paragraph,

Each of my communiqués is worth a novel and a half

Don’t pander to Jake, pop atheist references don’t make you look smart!

You spittin’ like L. Ron, I’m straight up Descartes.

Talk about god? I roll with Ms Rand and John Galt

Objectivism leaves no room for god, idol or cult

You’re all smug with your stopwatch laughing about my reply time

B1tch, I’m fixin’ corporate networks while I sit you down with rhyme!

ZAC:

Sif b!tch, I be standin

Ain’t my fault all this cream not be landin

What I’ve been putting into your face are rhythms of gold

But you can’t hear it because your archaic (means you’re old).

I dunno, I guess I feel bad,

Your rhymes are historical

You’re living in the past, dear lad.

Sorry – I’m being condescending

Jake’s got props he be lending

Me so I got nothing to prove

So yeah, I don’t bust out as much bookery as you’ve.

BENNY:

“Cease your wise rappin!” Cries Zac, “My head hurts!”

“instead of atlas shrugged lets discuss semen spurts!”

“Forget social notions, what about the cream of mens hips?”

The mere thought, I’m sure, has you licking your lips

Instead, then, of poets and great philosophers dead

Lets all picture me danglin’ my dice on your forehead

ZAC:

Quite the burn my friend,

But let’s be serious.

Don’t pretend.

Face it, you can’t wait to see me

Your books in the trash, you’re all about Zac

Not philosophy.

I talk dirty and atheist and smack about fonts

Hell, I talk about me I talk about sex

It’s what the audience wants.

Things I should point out:

1 – I don’t care how old this meme is

2 – I don’t care if he turns out to be a comedian

3 – I am not kidding when I say I legitimately LOVE this stuff.

When I see this, I actually hear Blind Guardian covering it.  To one day cover Mark Gormley in a metal band is my dream.  Watch some, I dare you.

I spent 2 hours this morning going through 30 resumes, applications, CVs and folios for replacements for my position.  I was pretty appalled by the amount of applicants that though a word document was an acceptable way to apply for a design job.  Overall it was a wide range of people with various skills and styles, but most were over-qualified.  We’re probably giving the position to an entry-level applicant.  There are three people out of the thirty we’re getting in for interviews in a few days, I am excited at the prospect of doing the interviews.

I have quit this job with no solid prospects on the horizon.  I want to move into illustration, I think I should at least give it a go because I think I have a chance at getting into it.  It’s just that it seems like a hard industry to break into.  Can anyone help me by suggesting places to look?  I am going to approach gaming companies and book publishers, but I feel really lost.  Does anyone have any advice?  As of tomorrow I’m starting the big search and putting my work and name out there.