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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

SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, October 21, 2000

So Drew is probably going to be disappointed at me about this, like he was about my gleeful Gladiator watching, but I just came back from watching Mission: Impossible 2 for the second time. Way back when I first saw it, I noted that John Woo was exceptionally cool, but that the movie was far less complicated than the first one.

I reiterate that statement. John Woo is the Master of Coolth. His humble origins show through in his flamboyant visuals, which I simply love. They also, unfortunately, show through in the depth of the storyline and character whatsit. John Woo makes simple, spectacular films.

I found it highly annoying that the Film Group audience continued their trend of laughing at anything possibly amusing. I wanted to bask in the over-the-top drama, but was denied that pleasure. They even laughed at the South African accent. Why?? I mean, I understand laughing at the overblown Aussies, because that was patently ridiculous, but since when was a South African accent occasion for mirth? See, the only reason I could come up with was that they thought it was a really bad attempt at an Aussie accent, and that just makes them even more twitful than I already considered them.

I think I'll go and look at the poster, and remember the glorious scene where Tom Cruise makes his entrance framed by fire and preceded by a white pigeon. Pure class. And no laughing morons.

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Honestly. Every time I think to myself, "Dee, you're surrounded by morons, what are you doing living in this place?" a little voice speaks up from the other shoulder and says: "It could be worse, Dee. You could be living next door."

This is true.

It just amazes me that people can be that stupid for that long without apparent pause for breath. It's awe-inspiring. Someone call the Guiness Book of World Records.

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The college next door is recovering again. I wish they wouldn't be so noisy. Or at least, not so drunken and tone-deaf in their noise.

PS: The substandard backyard band playing next door has a .com website? Good grief. (Not that there's anything wrong with that...)

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I like this mudding lark. At the moment I'm winning an obstacle course (we only just started, so early days yet), having a conversation with a vampire who's been shot, and hovering above the main street of Heaven.

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I appear to have inherited "The Host-plant in Relation to Insect Behaviour and Reproduction" from A. I'm sure it's going to do him much more good than me. I'm currently reading "Makers of Modern Strategy: from Machiavelli to the Nuclear Age" and a chapter or so of "Vanity Fair" each night before I go to sleep. Damn, I feel intellectual...

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Friday, October 20, 2000

Aaah, the return to childhood...
Little bunny Foofoo,
Bouncing through the forest,
Catching all the field mice
And bumping them on the head.

What I think is really amazing about this is that it has undeniable rhythm and ease of remembrance, and yet has no rhyme. Yes, it is late and I am reaching the culmination of my evening of religious social fasting and loud music listening.

Incidentally, I can't remember how the rest of that little non-rhyme goes. Anyone could help me would be a nice person.

Time for bed.

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Now I'm getting random email (three times) entitled "Your enquiry about scrum machines through Mr Dobson". No, this is not some subtle and euphemistic solicitation to a porn site. It may be the oddest spam I've ever got. Or it might be another of those poor lost souls whose email will never ever be found again.

Either way, it is a small spot of insanity in an otherwise (intentionally) mundane evening.

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Oh yeah, I was supposed to be telling you about the Cure, right? Robert Smith looked, to me, old and tired. I glimpsed him through the heads in front of me and felt a sympathetic connection. But he looked so at home, so complete, with his eyes closed and his voice resonating. He filled the space with his weary, but total satisfaction. He was kind, shy and giving to the fans, who buoyed him up on their loving, screaming adoration.

As for the music, it was good, it was loud (they played a last encore of "Killing An Arab" that was almost unrecognisable), it rocked. I wanted to hear "The 13th" but "Fascination Street" was good enough for me. And the lighting was so mind-blowingly fantastic. The overall visual design was just great. It was a good (if foot-weary) experience, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

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Since when is the top billing in LA Confidential given to Kevin Spacey? I mean... no, I won't say that, that might spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, and you should see it, because it's great. I guess that shows the regional variations, though. Needless to say, Russell Crowe and Guy Pearce got top billing in Oz, being the local boys and all. Kevin Spacey. Pah. (I mean, I like the guy and all, but no way did he have the major role in the movie. Not even close.)

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On my nightly rounds:
- Jonathan Brandis? Guilty as charged, your Honour! (But John Denver?? Go to your room!)
- Mallory gets self-conscious about her grand writing which she calls "high-flown". But I adore reading it. It is so easy on the ear. Never am I more sure (and I'm always sure) that she has talent than when I can wallow so decandently in her words.

Incidentally, I should be at Pol Sci drinks at the moment, but I don't feel like hauling myself all the way out to O'Connor (yeah, it's not far... if you've got a car) just to see how amusing my lecturer is while tipsy. I have no doubt he's highly entertaining, but I'm just so tired. And apathetic. Don't forget the apathetic.

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Yes, yes, I have redesigned. It was about time too, since the archives have been too wide for the right hand column for a couple of weeks now. This design probably looks awful if you're in 640x480, but since my stats tell me only 2% of my visitors uses that DOUG-forsaken resolution anyway, I figured it was a chance worth taking. Yes, this is highly simple. Tip: sometimes complicated isn't better. Sometimes it's just complicated. I like this. It lulls me. I do care what you think, so let me know.

PS: I'm also not going to rearchive, or change the images from the previous version. I plan to do this from now on. Which means my archives should be an interesting melange. If this doesn't work, of course, all plans are subject to change without notice.

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Oh yeah, baby!

Real updates to follow when I get back from shopping. I'm starving, I must eat, or I'll take a bite out of the keyboard.

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Thursday, October 19, 2000

It rained all over the place yesterday. It was cold and wet and horrible. I finished the essay and handed it in, gloriously triumphant. Do not mention the word "facilitate", especially not in conjunction with "communication".

I am going to the Cure tonight.

I have a tutorship interview tonight as well, which I'm feeling really quite apathetic about. All of a sudden. I don't know if I really want to be a tutor (RA, I think the Yanks call them) at college. I mean, putting up with people all the time and not being allowed to be nasty to them? Bah??

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Tuesday, October 17, 2000

This is strangely addictive. Want to train up your faeries to be the toughest mofo's on the block? Graaaaagh!!!

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Ladies and gentlemen of the United States: I am told this is highly amusing. Dial 1-800-888-3999. Listen to the menu system. Choose #7. Laugh. (Apparently. Being in Australia, I have to take other people's word for it. Tell me what you get, please. Inquiring minds want to know.)

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Why oh why am I getting a bi-monthly newsletter from the Sweetheart Nudist Dating Service?

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Monday, October 16, 2000

I need a few more hours in my life. Anyone got some they don't need? Please??

I really need to redesign in here as well, but until I get those few hours (or Wednesday... or Thursday if I don't get this essay in on time), it's not happening.

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I've progressed to a new level of essay wankerage: the inclusion of the original metaphor. Even as I wrote it, I was unwholesomely proud and also cringing. And then, then! I included an example. Only a very vague example, but one nonetheless.

I just used the word nonetheless.

No, hang on, that's just getting paranoid, Dee.

Could be worse. I could be using the phrase "thus engendered", like I did in the first paragraph of my essay.

Yes, it's essay time again. Thank goodness I only have one, and not three like the last time. Essays are like Jane Austen novels: they leave me talking like that for a while afterwards.

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She's seen through my little secret! Right, that's it, I'll just have to kill her.

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By our powers combined, we are Captain Domain? Hey, do I have to be the token girl, like the blue one from Vultron or whatever that thing with the five cats was? (Update: It is very definitely Voltron. Damn I loved this as a kid.) The only point in the Power Rangers' favour was that they had two token females. Apart from that they sucked major donkey. I mean honestly, why didn't they just turn into the big guy from the beginning and jump up and down on the little baddies?

PS: Bah? I follow a link declaring to have essays about "Transformers, Thundercats, Vultron" and I get Does pregnancy actually hurt???

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Actually, scratch that bit about In Excelsis. I have been thoroughly entrapped by a fantastic roleplaying MUSH called Firan. Absolutely brilliant. If you're interested, please do drop in. I play Dryopi.

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Sunday, October 15, 2000

Trembling, famished, headachy and fatigued. Why did I drink so much last night again?

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Meanwhile, I'm not the only one who's unimpressed by Miss Critic. (Although, take it from me, an argument with Stuy can be highly invigorating.)

PS: Thanks for the MUD recommendation, Stuy. I actually found one I so much like the look of at dale.limitless.org:8888. It's called In Excelsis and it's about war in heaven. Lots of politics, lots of scheming, and pure role-play. What can I say... I'm not a true bunny-killer.

PPS: And I think, that must be her sister. That must be her sister, right?

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Oh no, another whinging teenage girl with a penchant for insulting people doesn't like my site. Whatever shall I do?

Incidentally, I am including that permalink, even though I'm almost certain it won't work. Back to the old days of Dee bitching about permalinks that don't work? No, just a little trip down amnesia lane.

Personally, I don't see why there needs to be any 'useful' information on my site. I mean, maybe I slipped and some made it in there somewhere, but honestly, does my website have to have a point now? Will I be banned unless I'm deep and meaningful? It's about my life, it's about my writing, but most of all it's about me. I don't have a point. I am not useful information. And excuse me, but I refuse to be insulted by someone I have no respect for. But I guess being sixteen and having a webpage like six million others is not a crime. She'll grow out of it. One hopes.

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