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GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com

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consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, September 02, 2000

Pop quiz, hotshot: There's only odd socks left in the drawer. Whaddya do? What do you do?

7:25 PM - link to this - (0) comments

More spam than thou.

More bizarre spam than thou as well: "NON-SURGICAL LIPOSUCTION RESULTS GUARENTEED IN 48 HOURS"

Liposome, online wills, pregnancy tests and all major credit cards. I've got it all right here, baby.

7:09 PM - link to this - (0) comments

New additions to the life-montage that is my door:
- A flyer that reads: "Invite A BUNCH OF POSERS to all your special occasions!" It goes on to elucidate that the aforementioned posers are, in fact, a group of musicians willing to dress in costume and ponce about playing music of your choice.
- An Optus ad that has three bovines grazing on a snowy slope. The caption reads: "Yak, yak, yak."

6:40 PM - link to this - (0) comments

"That's not as mad as it sounds."
"It's fucking deranged!"
"What I'm saying is that what I held in my hand may in fact have been a galosh."
..."Galoshes are ridiculous. An anarchist wouldn't be seen dead in one!"
"Precisely!"

Last night I went to see a mildly amusing amateur rendition of Accidental Death of an Anarchist. It was, as mentioned, mildly amusing. It didn't hold a candle to the side-splittingly funny BBC version A has on tape, but then again, those people were professionals. And it is a very difficult play to pull off. Much requisite good timing. Abundant expression of outlandish personalities. Over-acting, if you please. Hard for self-conscious university students unaccustomed to public speaking and all.

The Maniac was played by a woman. A expressed scorn for the concept before we went it, but even he had to admit she was the high point of the play, and in fact managed her part with aplomb (inasmuch as a raving lunatic can have aplomb). The patches of additional modern information (as Dario Fo requested be inserted) were actually the most interesting parts, and led both A and myself to conclude that maybe they should have taken a more original slant on the rest of the performance, instead of upholding tradition so rigidly. It is, after all, a politically fluid play.

I now have a hankering to see the movie again.

"I could be very useful to you. I know how to make a nitro-glycerine suppository!"

11:36 AM - link to this - (0) comments

*sigh* Honestly, don't you people have anything better to do than copy each other's blogs? Was the hidden list of URLs really so amusing that it had to be put up in ten different places? It might have been even slightly amusing the ninth time if you hadn't all copied each others' actual post as well. There's only so many times one can read: "Look deeper" without getting quite exasperated.

9:33 AM - link to this - (0) comments

Friday, September 01, 2000

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

7:10 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Look, it was funny the first time. Now I'm starting to wonder...

6:21 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Shit. A is unwell. As in the non-natural secretion of blood unwell. The trapdoor has fallen out of the bottom of my stomach but my lunch is still sitting there like lead. I've got the fidgets. I've got the chills. But there's nothing I can do but sit here and think about how I can live without him, but I don't want to. I want to hold him and make it all better.

If you want me, I'll be somewhere else.

1:46 PM - link to this - (0) comments

I am in agony here. I definitely slept on my neck the wrong way last night. I have to keep it perfectly straight, or pain ensues. I spent an amusing five minutes in Arabic imagining what would happen if someone came up behind me and yanked on my hair. Most likely situation: I go down in a screaming, writhing heap at their feet. Fun for the whole family. I need a massage. I go in search.

12:52 PM - link to this - (0) comments

Oh good grief.

Go away, I am not here for this and I did just lose every scrap of respect I still had for you. IASBM and I'm tired of it.

12:35 PM - link to this - (0) comments

It is an indication of the sad state of the Australian education system that just about everything I know about English grammar I learned from my mother and/or learning other languages. But honestly, how are teachers supposed to instruct us in the convoluted paths of English grammar when they barely know it anyway? And the next person to (in)correct my grammar will be glared at. "Give the book to Linda and me" is perfectly correct.

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