putting the guts back in

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
SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
archives here

Saturday, September 16, 2000

The mass exodus away from webring.org to the delightfully Yahoo!-free ringsurf.com is a joy to behold. There's only a few people holding out with the old system. Let's see everyone buckle! Go on! I dares ya!!

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Well, that was an interesting opening ceremony, wasn't it? I nearly died laughing when they handed the torch to Dawn Fraser. All that nonsense about her being out of the running because she was with What's-his-face, and then I noticed that he was stepping up to do his formal bit... and where was she? It was a stunning lighting ceremony. And a good ceremony all in all. You did us proud, folks. Well done; your execution has been stayed indefinitely.

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Thursday, September 14, 2000

/me blows a large raspberry to the world at large and especially at those people who say she uses IRC too much.

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I just had a conversation with my mother about religion. I get an inkling that maybe she finally understands how I feel about the whole thing. That's something at least.

She prays for me, for my conversion. That makes me feel... degraded. Like my opinion, my desires are nothing. Like it doesn't matter that I have found my way, my path, something through which I can feel the Divine (something I could never do through church). She says she loves me and will continue to pray that I be saved.

I don't quite say that if I prayed, I would pray for her to have more compassion, a wider mind, and more belief in my abilities to look after my own soul and relationship with the Divine.

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Wednesday, September 13, 2000

Anyone who is accessing this page using a modem anywhere near as slow as mine (33.6, apparently), I sincerely beg your pardon and thank you graciously for bearing with me. This monstrosity takes so long to load!

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My dear girl, I love your design as well. Always have, always will. It's simply gorgeous. Don't change unless there's something inside your creative gullet clawing its way out. (What a particularly gagging metaphor...)

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Tick, tock, tick, tock... the connection really is appalling from here. 2.4 KB/sec. It would rust shut if it went any slower...

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The great games search has started. Last holidays I spent all my time downloading freeware or abandonware games from the internet, playing them, getting bored with them, and downloading more.

I admit, though, having received two phonecalls for my parents since they left half an hour ago might have something to do with my desire to stay online for as long as possible. I feel like a secretary.

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Is flipping through every book on my shelf (100+) looking for the sex scenes a sign of sexual frustration?

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Tuesday, September 12, 2000

Speaking of being a corrupted university student (which, if you've just joined us, I do below...) I didn't have time to relate an amusing incident from college before I left. Sitting in J²'s room, with him picking bits of burnt basil out of last night's empty pizza box. He'd been whinging for the past half hour about how bad he felt, and he hadn't even had anything to drink the night before. A hangunder had been suggested. Pick, pick, pick... choke, hack, gasp.

"That's pot!" he finally managed to say.

Evidence was gathered, second opinions sought. All was revealed and explained, except how the marijuana came to be on the pizza in the first place. And that, my friends, will remain a mystery forever more, I imagine.

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During my online ramblings tonight:

My dear Lizz ever since I read that excerpt somewhere it has stuck in my head and I have longed to quote it so many times, and now I can. Bless you a dozen times over. And once more for good measure.

And Shauna, you're making me all nostalgic for the delights of Supabarn. I have to say that my first thoughts upon hearing the phrase "Crocodile Uppers" were... 'So crocodiles like to get high too? I wonder what sort of hallucinations they have. (There's nothing more depraved than a crocodile on an ether bender.)' Maybe I'm just a corrupted university student. Hang on, check that. I am a corrupted university student. Mystery solved. (PS: I adore the new design. It made me giggle. (Beat me with a wet noodle - I just used the word 'layout'. Don't worry, I quickly removed the evidence.))

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The first story on the news tonight was about the S11 protestors. I watched the entire thing, and then laughed out loud for one very simple reason.

The reason for the protest was not mentioned even once. Not even eluded to.

They mentioned the brutality of the police, the violence and complaints of the protestors, but not the reason for the whole thing.

I imagine the protest organisers (gung-ho students... I probably go to university with them) sitting back tonight going: "Number one story! All right!!" But their protest is getting the publicity, not their cause.

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He called me last night and my heart melted to hear his voice from so far away. I miss A very much and I've barely been here 24 hours. His absence is like a gap. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I wish...

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The most sweetly, quietly delightful thing I have heard in the past week: Z saying: "I like my wife."

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Monday, September 11, 2000

I have arrived safely. I am back on terra firma. I hate flying. I am glad to see my cat again. I am only online briefly tonight. I am rediscovering the joys of modems and paying by the hour. I will be more eloquent tomorrow. I am going now.

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Sunday, September 10, 2000

This will be my last communication from Abraham Lincoln to the world in general. *sniff* I don't want to leave my poor little computer in boxes for a month. I mean, my parents have a much better computer (which they don't need, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, I guess) but it's not Abe. It's not mine. It just doesn't have the same feel, and I don't know all its little quirks, so they keep taking me by surprise.

In any case, that is a tangent along which we do not need to speculate at this time. Suffice it to say: I am away to sunnier climes, and will be back to dazzle with my wit and wisdom in about 48. Ciao, tutti.

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Soaring high in the sky,
he may be small, but only in size.
Astro boy, Astro boy,
he is brave and gentle and wise.

I can't remember any more. Isn't that sad?

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Oh, you evil, evil wench, Mallory! Now I have that song stuck in my head too!

It has a bit more of a history with me, though. An ex-ressie of our college used to play the piano at all our formal events. And always, at the end of the night, when the principal had left the hall and the wine had flowed far more freely than it ought, he would start up "Piano Man" and the entire hall would join him, swaying in time and singing with gay abandon, if not quite with technical accuracy.

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