dee - viscerate.com

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, January 20, 2001

Who the hell is Jessica Alba anyway? And why does anyone think I have nudie pictures of her? Go away. No nuns, no Jessica Alba!

No sir, we have no bananas... we have no bananas today...

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A drunken night better than any I have ever known, except for five minutes of pure angst in which my impure thoughts were burned away. I miss my A, and I feel sad knowing I have had this night without him, but I love the menfolk in my life. A and J2 who I hope is making up with Kr and J1 with whom I have spent so much time in the past few days and with whom I just played Nintendo for a few hours. And even Tom, though we have never spoken, and he ran away from me tonight. And I will never speak to him, and I will never make the attempt again.

Drunken blogging is never a good idea, but I will leave this one here. For Mallory, and a wonderful split conversation this afternoon, and John, and an attempt to throw my keys down my cleavage. Doomed to failure from the beginning, because I have no cleavage.

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Thursday, January 18, 2001

As over-the-top and highly illegal amusing situation, as constructed by a Little Red Car-ful of people last night and built on by yours truly:

Turning right where it's not allowed and crossing a double line to go the wrong way down a one way street while speeding in a car holding nineteen people, none of whom are wearing seatbelts, two of whom are minors having sex in the back seat. There's a poodle glued to the ceiling and a policeman's wife strapped naked to the roof of the car. The driver is talking on a mobile phone and conspiring to assassinate the president. In the middle of this, the car runs over an illegal immigrant who is jaywalking, carrying two kilos of cocaine, and has just robbed a bank.

Not only did our carful find this an interesting concept, but the mental image of a cloud of cocaine gently settling around the car until the evidence was thoughtfully destroyed by the Canberran junkies kept us in stitches.

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What does a peanut butter sandwich taste like without margarine? Let's find out!

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Fun with searches: If you search for "Tell me about it, stud" (yes, from Grease when Olivia tries terribly hard to be a slut and only barely scrapes in under the wire because she's wearing pants she can't breath in), you get horse stud farms. Somehow I just expected more, know what I mean?

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Quote of the day: "if it hasn't been shown to be fraudulent and corrupt, it is carcinogenic." ~ A, beginning a rant on why our generation is so known for being depressed, apathetic and cynical.

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Oh my DOUG. I just came back from seeing Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon for the second time. It just keeps on getting better. Another layer of significance and meaning. The ending nearly ripped my heart out this time. Another grin that wouldn't stay off my face for more than thirty seconds. This movie is spectacular. I promise I'll shut up about it one day. But expect a change of layout to something appropriately themed very shortly. I am officially obsessed.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2001

So I did it. I made a little Dee Trooper.
Hey Ma look, it's me!


I made a doll of my role-playing character as well. Have a look, if you're interested. In case you aren't aware of where you can play with these fun little things, the place is Stor.co.uk. Good fun.

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More fun with search engines: Did you know that if you search for no more mr nice weasel you get three links to the same Faith No More interview and two to something about Alice Cooper? I found this highly amusing.

Incidentally, the fascists at Google are going to be closing their affiliate program on Feb 1st. They'll pay up - if you've got over $15. Now, I'm only up to $12 and some spare change, so I would really truly and desperately appreciate anyone and everyone reading this to go and do at least one search. Please. In that box on the left. I'll be your best friend.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2001

So Gj's in Canada. Did I mention that? She is, and she's homesick, and she wants to come back. I think she just misses the college/instant-friends atmosphere. It's tougher out there in the real world, you know. But anyway, she's been 'rushed'. I think that's the right term. I'm not quite up to date on the correct expression, but in essence, she's been invited to join a sorority.

Now, as soon as we girls back here in Australia heard this, we immediately went nuts. Of course she had to join, we insisted. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! You just don't get it; we don't have these things in Australia. 'Going Greek' means ordering take-out from a restaurant of that nationality. Sigma Delta Epsilon means nothing more than something vague to do with maths. We have been living our whole lives hearing about these weird things, and now one of gets a chance to get on the inside? It's like being invited to the Mason's most secret inner rituals. Even if you're not interested, you just have to do it!

But Gj's skeptical. She thinks it would be like hanging out with the Belly-Button Brigade all the time. (For those not in the know, the BBB is the group of first-year girls on our floor who are all, like, normal and teeny and so... well, I hate to say it about anyone, but they're so Quinn.) She has a point. And we're loath to point out that it's her scientific duty to take this mission. After all, she's risking her life for us over there in Canada. We can hardly ask that she immerse herself in giggling culture as well.

Besides, some of them might be perfectly nice girls who don't deserve to be slaughtered horribly when she finally cracks under the strain and goes on a killing spree with her lip-liner. Maybe it's all for the best, really.

Incidentally, the sorority in question is Alpha Omicron Pi or something like that. Anyone with inside information, please let me know, because I'm obviously not going to get it from a first-hand source. We're particularly interested to know what the "Depinning and Inspiration" is in the events section. On the 22nd March. Just before this "Initiation" that we also have questions about. Does it involve goat's blood? If not, why not? (What's your favourite colour?) And why is a Mourner's Dinner held a week after it? Am I the only suspicious one around here?

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If they ever remake Gone With The Wind, I want to be involved, dammit. I want to make sure it gets a proper ending. I mean, sure, maybe Margaret Mitchell was going to write a sequel, but she didn't did she, and that damned piece of stupefying fluff by that Alexandra Ripley woman was so pathetically awful I move we strike it from existence and pretend it never happened. So, hence, the original needs to be given a better ending. And if I was writing it, there's be just one small, subtle change. It'd come after Rhett delivers his most famous of lines: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." And Scarlett would run down those stairs (cleverly not falling and breaking herself again) and grab him and say: "Well I do!" and give him a damn good kiss.

Because he's a man who should be kissed. Often, and by someone who knows how.

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Quote of the day: You blinked! Hah! You did it again! Face it, you're just incompetent. (Well, it made me laugh.)

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Monday, January 15, 2001

A catalogue of my Weekend War Wounds:
- One (1) long slice up the outside of my left index finger. Cause: the foil around the top of a bottle of wine as I unheedingly ripped out the cork to pour one of the numerous glasses of wine. I don't know which, because I didn't even notice it until I had time to breath, which was some ten minutes after it was done.
- Numerous (lots) of small cuts and tender spots all over my hands. Cause: Various bits of bar paraphenalia. Melbourne Bitter boxes, the bottle opener, plastic packaging, the edge of a syrup bag, you name it, I've scratched myself on it.
- One (1) great big bruise on my right shin. Cause: I have no sodding idea. It's a beauty, though. Found it because it was a raised lump. Now it's painted in glorious technicolour. Looks like I walked into something impressively hard.
- One (1) great big split in my bottom lip on the right hand side (mine) where I chewed through it at some stage. Cause: Insanity.

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Look people, just stop searching for pictures of nuns, all right? I don't have any. I don't want any. I'm slightly worried by thoughts of what you might want to do with them. I can't help wondering why on earth all these people keep coming here looking for them. Go away!

On the other hand, more searched of amusement value as high as Starcraft communism are very welcome.

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Sunday, January 14, 2001

I wish life could always be like this. Good music. Lots of water. Chocolate. In one window, I role play a character with claws threatening to rip a guy's through out. In another, I discuss with Mallory a list of drink metaphors for fantasy authors. Champagne for Eddings. Guinness for Donaldson. Mystery punch for Pratchett.

This is fun. And though J2 would shake his head and call me a nerd, I love it.

Now, if only email would come back up. My student account has been down since Saturday morning. When the email comes, it's going to be a flood.

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