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, May 12, 2001

Reality does not stupidity negate.

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I miss my Brute Squad; it has scattered to the four winds. J1 is languishing in the attentions of a female I and sundry others believe unworthy of him. J2 and Ry have escaped this tangled web, as have the others. I am a solitary queen.

C is fun to be around. Easy to interact with. On the surface, which is as far as we ever go. I am worshipped, but never known.

I can't decide whether this is a good thing, or a bad.

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Thursday, May 10, 2001

I just found my new favourite page. I'm going to be giggling about this one for a good thirty seconds yet.

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The washing machine has been broken for the past two weeks, leaving us with two washing machines in this wing to service some 100 people. I'm running out of clean underwear. I'd better not be hit by a bus any time soon.

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Today, I redesigned. You can't see it, though, because the fucking FTP still isn't fucking working because the fucking IT staff is too busy contemplating their own superficial cleverness to do something fucking useful and in their fucking job description.

Ahem. This has been the situation for some three or four months now. Hence the root of my annoyance.

Plus the IT guy gets on my nerves anyway. He's a smug, self-righteous bastard who thinks he's so terribly clever and well-informed. He might well be right about the latter parts, but while the former prevail, I will never admit it.

At the moment I'm contemplating how greatly he would be improved by, say, the surgical implantation of a flower pot where his head used to be.

He'd probably have better conversation then as well.

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Shauny, I so do this too. Lace I will live with. I actually like it, because then you can show it off through a thin shirt to add that touch of goth-type class to any conservative ensemble, but bows? They gotta go, man. Can't be having with none of that.

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Wednesday, May 09, 2001

Life is just so passe.

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Something that stood out from last night's movie (the visceral Thirteen Days): At a table in a cafe, the beginnings of a back-channel deal are hacked out between a Russian spy and an American journalist. The spy leaves to talk to his government, and we see two other men at another table, just having coffee. And it blew my mind to think that people could be conducting their everyday lives while at the next table the world might just have been saved.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2001

Oh. My. God.

I am rendered speechless. Incapable of coherent thought. For ten minutes after leaving the theatre, I could barely blink. As the credits rolled, and I came back to reality, I thought I was going to cry. Not because the ending was sad. Or that happy-make-me-cry sort. But because it had been so unbelievably gripping.

The movie - Thirteen Days - is the best piece of film I have ever seen.

If you don't know, the movie is about the Cuban missile crisis. I am a political science student. I know exactly what happened. And yet still I found myself wide-eyed, on the edge of my seat, praying that the most horrible thing of all - global nuclear war - could be averted. It was spot on the money. It was stunning. Exceptional Completely and utterly mind-blowing.

Why are you still reading? Go and watch it. Now!

This is history. This is what so very nearly happened. This is how close the world came to ceasing to exist. It should be compulsory viewing. For everyone who dares to study strategy or international relations or fucking deterrance theory. For everyone. Because we need to know. To stop it ever happening again.

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Monday, May 07, 2001

C: Are you going to go as Domino to the Black and White Ball? Come on, you've got the leather pants and the attitude, the shirt would be easy to improvise, and then you just need the black dot of make-up. And a hair cut.
Me: And a Glock. I'll do it if you get me a Glock.
C: Will a replica do?
Me: No, I want the real thing.
KL: What's a Glock?
Me: A gun.
The fear was palpable. KL: You're going to give her a gun??

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Three days before he was assassinated, Abraham Lincoln dreamt of his own funeral.

His press secretary had a bad feeling about the play outside which he was shot.

Kennedy's press secretary had a bad feeling about Dallas.

The moral of the story is: Listen to your press secretary.

Especially if you're a president elected in a year ending in 0. Because apparently all of them have been shot at. Look out Dubbya, you're next.

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"Don't Let's Start" by They Might Be Giants has the coolest film clip in the history of anything ever. Discuss.

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Sunday, May 06, 2001

One essay finished. One to go. Hell to be traversed wearing nothing but a fetching kimono and a pair of golf shoes. Nervous breakdown at 84 hours and counting. See you at the beach. (5 points because I'm going to be really impressed if anyone knows this one.)

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Random quote of the day: "That's the only time I died; when I was an echidna."

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Right, so, who the hell is this person, what is this program (I don't watch television, remember?) and why do I have referals from that page? It's all too much for this cynical little black duck, on the verge on a nervous breakdown from Confucius and neo-liberalism. Bugger it all.

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