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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, October 14, 2000

I am so incredibly drunk, this means a trip to IRC...

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Time for another one of those pesky college functions. This time the dress is: "Semi-formal, with a touch of sport or art". Yeah, thanks. After much mulling about it, and frequent decisions to boycot the entire event, I have eventually decided to go as a Bohemian-writer type. Clad in all black, I feel suitably the part. Look out, college, here I come...

PS: I'm still waiting for the dress to be: "Formal, with a touch of class". That'll be the day.

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I've suddenly become very interesting in MUDding again. If anyone shares this interest and can recommend come good ones, please do.

For me, this interest really started some time last year, when I found a MUD called Age of the Throne. It was set in Musketeer-time Paris, and it was a delightful combination of questing and role-playing. I had a tremendous amount of fun on it, and spent far too much time each day playing in Paris. However, then the bourgeois (oh, how ironically appropriate) people who ran it decided to make it pay-per-play, and no matter how much fun I was having, I wasn't going to pay for the pleasure. So I quit, and MUDding exited my life (stage left, pursured by a bear).

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So I went to Scream 3 expecting mindless entertainment, and was not disappointed. We nodded in sage approval at the return to the killer being beaten up all the time, always a good thing. Every time they started the "someone's going to be very dead in ten minutes" music, I looked at my watch and wondered why I was there. I don't like this sort of movie. But it was funny enough in the rest of it to make it vaguely worth my time (since I wasn't planning anything else anyway).

J2 and R screamed seven kinds of hell at the new 'fucked-up' version of Red Right Hand. They declared that Nick Cave has achieved the essence of selling out. I suspect he's laughing all the way to the bank. Maybe this is the same thing, and I'm just not alternative enough to appreciate the concept of selling out.

I was kind of disappointed that Randy missed one of the major and main points about trilogies, though. There must, MUST, be a huge showdown at the end between the good guy and the bad guy (it doesn't, no matter what J2 says, have to be with a once-undisclosed relative). Hence, the good guy must survive up until that point. Randy's "anyone can die including you, Sid" was a blatant attempt to increase the tension and, well, quite frankly... I think he sold out.

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Friday, October 13, 2000

Guaranteed way to freak out the parents with minimum effort #1: Wander into the kitchen and casually say: "Hey Mum, how do you know if you're pregnant?"

(Story explained: writing a storyline for this fantastic roleplay involving my character becoming pregnant (well, what did she expect, she'd been shagging the guy silly for a couple of months) and me now knowing anything about this, I needed the advice of someone who did. When I finally scraped my mother off the ceiling and explained the situation to her, she was extremely helpful and the storyline is still going strong. It's a damn good storyline, and a fantastic roleplay.)

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I am going to watch Scream 3. Why? Because my so-called friends talked me into it. This could be amusing...

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Thursday, October 12, 2000

You know you're in trouble when you type too fast for your computer keyboard to get all the key strokes. Dammit. Too many essays.

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I was just struck by a conundrum (I was also struck by the word that I couldn't remember yesterday, which was "diplobrats", but back to the conundrum). I have always had more male friends than female, but somehow on the internet I relate much better to women than men. Maybe it's because there are far more girls in this sordid little internet caper than there are guys. Probably not.

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What the hell? IASBM. Truly, madly, deeply.

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You know, it's possible that The Cure is the only group in the world that could write a song dissing this season's fashionable colours, have it do well in the charts, and still retain all their credibility. I am starting to appreciate Robert Smith more. At this rate, I'll be worshipping him properly by next Thursday.

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Why I love college, reason #27:
U: Who's going to hotwire my car?
J2: Me!
U: How?
J2: Through sheer force of personality.
R: With his nipples.
Me: Yeah, wire him up and he goes: "Graaaaagh!" and your car starts.
N: With his nipples?
R: Stanley and Denise.
U: His nipples are called Stanley and Denise?
Me: Which is which?
R: Stanley is the one that looks like a normal human nipple, and Denise is on his back and bright blue.
Me: J2, lift your shirt up.
J2: No, shan't. I'll show you my wound, though.
Me: I've already seen your wound.
J1: How did you get it?
J2: Rough sex. No, actually in a mosh pit.
N: You had sex in a mosh pit?
Me: And no one even noticed.

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Le sigh. Now I'm going to miss Mallory as well. But I'm glad she's taking a break. Recharge, Mallory. You know we all want the best for you.

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I just got this in the mail (not me, actually, but some random who will never receive it now, muahaha):

It is time to elect a new world leader, and your vote counts.
Here are the facts about the three leading candidates:
Candidate A: Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.
Candidate B: He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whisky every evening.
Candidate C: He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and hasn't had any extramarital affairs.
Which of these candidates would be your choice?
Decide first, no peeking, then scroll down for the answer.

One scrolls....

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt
Candidate B is Winston Churchill
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler

I'm not sure what the point of this was, but to me it just highlights the stupidity of choosing a political leader on his personal actions rather than his actual policies. Something which I should have thought was blatantly evident in any case, but you know these people that forward emails to everyone in their address book...

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I just saw the coolest mode of transportation I've ever witnessed. A little scooter, completely covered in plush ladybug print fabric. I was laughing so hard I almost got run over by the very uncool Holden coming the other way.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2000

A: fuck
A: i just broke my spatula
Me: Damn. That was careless of you.
A: it got bent one time too many
A: inevitable, given the work involved.
Me: So it's given up in disgust. Can't say I blame it.
A: you always take its side.
A: i have just found another spatula
Me: I feel a special bond with the spatula? (I could probably spout a suitable feminist diatribe here, but it's late and I'm tired)
Me: You fickle thing.
A: i think tnat thisone is made of tougher stuff
A: oooh
A: feel that raw power, extract.
Me: oooh?
Me: You show it who's boss.
A: i can feel it bending, but at least there is more resistance
Me: But the life of a spatula is a transient, fleeting thing, and all too soon it too will succumb to the desire to break itself apart to escape it's daily torment.
A: yeah

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At the end of our hallway someone has put up a huge cardboard poster of Mission: Impossible 2. It covers the entire wall, floor to ceiling. That much Tom Cruise is definitely a Good Thing.

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Everyone's going to the Powderfinger gig but me. I said I didn't want to go, but now I do. Aren't I a whinging little brat?

Oh well, I shall bear my soul in patience for the Cure next Thursday.

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I miss my Drew (Mallory's Drew too...). I miss Laura as well. (For the record, I called Drew "lyrical" and Laura "wickedly sly". Those descriptions still apply.)

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Now that I think about it, what is the female version of "lecher"? It's like "stud". As far as we can tell, the female version is "slut". Which is very unfair. And now I can't think of the female version of "lecher". It's really not fair at all. I can't have three boyfriends and I can't be an old woman who leers at young men. Well, I can be, but I'll be misrepresented by my own language. It's enough to make me become Chinese.

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The first incestuous blogging I did was a little post on the visage.cx blog going on about how this bunch of girls on some UBB somewhere found Tarsh, Atley and that riothero guy (Mark, is it?) to be really quite cute. Now, this was about four months ago, or something, so I'm sure the guys will really love me bringing this up again, but I just realised (while randomly having reached Tarsh's site again) that they're all too young for me.

Dammit. I feel like such an old lecher. Or something.

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You know, it wasn't so bad when I was just getting letters for other people. But now I'm getting e-cards for other people. This is a bit much.

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Why do women put up with men? Well, I may not be the most qualified person to answer this one, since I have more difficulty putting up with women, but I take it we're not really talking about a purely platonic sense, but in more of a sharing-your-life, till-death-or-legal-substitute-do-us-part sort of way. In which case the answer leaves the pragmatic and starts to meander through the ephemeral. Being desired is a tremendous high. Hands on bare skin. Feeling safe and comfortable in strong arms (I know it sounds like a paperback romance, but those books have to get at least a few things right). Being cherished. Because they have the ability to make us melt.

Or maybe that's just me.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2000

Nicci is the most incredibly splendiferous wench on the web! She won Survivorblog. Woohoo!!

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J2: What's wrong with me? Am I being genetically altered??
Me: Yes. They're programming you in your sleep.
J2: Cool. How do you explain the first quirk, though?
Me: That was the beta testing. It didn't work quite the way they expected.
J2: What, they said: "He'll never make a chef; hey, how about a serial killer!"?

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I was bombed by my first magpie ever this morning. How I managed to live in Australia for twenty years and never have a close encounter of the sharp-beaked black-and-white kind before, I really don't know, but I managed it.

Anyway, I was walking along a path I usually walk along, but for obvious reasons have not been frequenting in the last month. My thought process went something like: "There's a magpie over there looking at me, but that's all right because it's on the ground and oh look, there's another one here and it's sort of greyish and it's not flying away from me it's just hopping, that would probably be because it's just a young one and oh shit."

That's about when the magpie hit me.

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Monday, October 09, 2000

Continuing on about my friend with the olympic connexions (no, not Austen, Thackery, but it puts me in the mood, you know). His illustrious job was to lead the swimmers from the pool to the place where they had to pee into a bottle. This sparked a large conversation about whether it is more difficult as a man or a woman to pee into a bottle. The guys refused to believe it was harder for us. We refused to explain in detail with diagrams precisely why it was, indeed, so. Can you blame us?

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One of my friends was involved with the testing of athletes at the games. He just returned today, and is getting great mileage out of his "I met Grant Hackett/Ian Thorpe/Inge de Bruin" stories. The problem is that he's such a nice guy that you can't even muster up the desire to smack his smug face. And he has lots of truly amusing stories to recount. He's going to get plenty of bar space over this one.

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Dirty peanutbutter jokes? All right, I changed my mind, this is my favourite search query to lead to my site.

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Sunday, October 08, 2000

Good grief. I'm listening to some CD bought by J2 because he vaguely remembered the name and it was on the $5 rack by a group called Insurge (or, if you want to be poncy, iNsuRge). This could, without any exaggeration, be the soundtrack for the whole S11 movement. Good grief. The first four pages of the CD booklet are the sort of slightly misguided and terribly optimistic political rantings that make me wince, shake my head and laugh. Nastily. I don't like laughing at these sort of people, but I'm afraid it's the only thing I can do.

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Because I haven't said it before, I'll say it now: Drew has a magnificent voice and a talent. His music is fantastic. Thank you eternally Mallory for showing me.

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All right, I take that back. Abe is still sulking. Email keeps closing down every time I get a language warning (mail in Chinese/Japanese/Russian... I get more of it than you might imagine). I guess I need to lavish a little more attention on him. Though why I'm getting so much Chinese spam is indeed a mystery to me.

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I am back. I have been back for quite a while, but Abraham was languishing in the tender care of A, and was not retrieved until this afternoon. Then, Ky declared I wasn't allowed to turn it on. She thought I was addicted and should be weened off. Much she knows, I'm sure.

But finally, I could stand it no longer. It probably didn't help that the conversation I was spuriously involved in revolved around hairstyles, a subject I have next to no interest in. I caved, I ran to my room, and welcomed Abe back into my life. He sulked for a bit, but I reassured him that I loved him, so now, I think, we can continue with perfect equanimity.

Hello world, it's nice to be back in my little place.

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