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, August 18, 2001

I am definitely developing a Joaquin Phoenix 'thing'.

Saw Quills last night. Once again, poor Joaquin was playing second fiddle to an Australian. Once again, I thought his performance was stunning. Understated, brilliantly executed, and... well...

Abso-flogging-lutely gorgeous.

I didn't get that so much with his Commodus performance in Gladiator, but he was really very attractive as the Abbe in Quills. Nicer character, perhaps. (And I will not enter again into arguments regarding his performance in Gladiator. Suffice it to say that most of the population seems to think he was awful, while I think he was superb. Oh well.) The Abbe was a great character infused with a lot of energy. Such a kind, gentle, compassionate man, with such a coiled and intense capacity for violence. Intense. That's a very good word for it.

There was an instant, in one scene, that will, I think - I hope - stay with me forever. When he opens the door to Kate Winslet... A moment of startled wonder, of shock through his entire system. I want to capture it somehow, but it's so ephemeral.

Meanwhile, he's only six years older than me. I think that's very interesting, don't you?

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Friday, August 17, 2001

Oh my goodness, I totally have a new obsession. It's the jaw-droppingly, stupendously beautiful The Red Star and I covet like I ain't never coveted before. This looks so amazingly gorgeous, and it's so original and innovative. I love Image comics. They are my personal comic deities.

Meanwhile, the new Ultimate X-Men, which I picked up in the midst of lusting after this new comic, is also quite stunning. An amazing opening sequence that is giving me so much Cyke/Wolvie fanfic fodder. I'm just going to ride out the storm at this point and then try harnessing it. And the end sequence was... well, it rocked. A lot. Another great comic.

Plus I also looked at the Cyke Icons edition while I was there, and was quite disappointed. It's 70s-style, old-skool comics, and I hate that. All skanky drawing and noises. I particularly hate the noises. You know the sort. Explosions that go ka-boom or electrical charges that go Fshzzzk or whatever the bloody noise they've decided it makes is. They're silly. They're childish. They're one of those things that really annoys me. You will not find silly noises in any comics I collect seriously. Ultimate is for grown-ups: it doesn't have them

So that's my adventures today. No, I did nothing that did not involve comics.

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Thursday, August 16, 2001

"He's Lucifer with fuzzy hair."
"He's too goofy-looking to be Lucifer."

The things I overhear in the corridor.

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Call it Ham's evil influence.

TIME: 7:57pm
FULL NAME: Diana Elsie Evans
DOB: 25/5/80
SIGN: People underlining words in library books. That is *definitely* a sign of the apocalypse. (Gemini)
BIRTHPLACE: Gladstone, Queensland, Australia
HOMETOWN: See above, I guess. I am currently a nomad, but try telling the Electoral Commission that.
PARENTS TOGETHER/DIVORCED: Both divorced from other people and still happily married to each other.
CURRENT LOCATION: My college room, on the third floor, nears the stairs.
HOW OLD DO YOU LOOK: Old enough to drink, apparently.
SHOE SIZE: 7b
EYE COLOR: Grey. Mostly.
HAIR COLOR: Brown. Somewhere under the black and red dye.
CURLY OR STRAIGHT: Straight. I will never go curly ever again. Well, not in the next little while.
HEIGHT: About that. 5'7? I dunno.
WEIGHT: A little over 50kg
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Ears pierced. I am always considering an eyebrow, but will probably never get it done. Tattoos, never. I refuse to permanently marr my body with something that I may consider stupid and juvenile at the age of 45.
WHAT ARE YOU WEARING: My dominatrix outfit. Today, this comprises grey dress slacks and an orange long-sleeved T-shirt. NO shoes. Let my feet be free!
WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED: Pyjamas. Depends on the weather. I have fleece stuff for winter, but in summer it's my oversized Oktoberfest Muenchen 1994 T-shirt and Playboy bunny boxer shorts.
PETS: I have a cat. She is unfortunately a couple of thousand kilometres away.
BEEN TO CANADA: No. But I have been to Singapore, England, America, and Germany. I think I can be excused Canada.
BEEN IN A CAR CRASH: No. Not even close.
SHAMPOO/CONDITIONER: Yes. Oh, that wasn't a question. Whatever looks good when I'm buying. I like Pantene, and have recently returned to it.
EVER GIVEN MONEY TO A HOMELESS PERSON: No, because they haven't asked. It's a long story.
COLLECTIONS: I collect fantasy books, and interesting non-fiction books. And some comics. But no, I don't collect any useless knick-knacks or anything.
IF YOU COULD LIVE ANYWHERE: Here's good. For now. But maybe... somewhere on the beach, or near the beach, but a lonely beach. Somewhere warm, with good ventilation, and space for me and my imagination, but not space to sprawl. Yeah.
DREAM HOUSE: AAAAAAAgh!!! No houses. Houses BAD! You'll be suggesting suburbia next.
DREAM VEHICLE: One that goes. Red, perhaps. Fast? Sleek. I'll know it when I see it.
DREAM JOB: I don't like jobs. They're almost as bad as suburbia. Normalcy. Eeurgh. (I wanna be a writer. Or a firetruck.)
MOST ANNOYING THING: Only one? You're stunting me. Stupidity. That about sums it up.
FAVORITE NUMBER: 39 is good.
FAVORITE TV SHOW: I don't watch TV.
FAVORITE MOVIE: Thirteen Days.
FAVORITE TOOTHPASTE: Huh?? Whatever's cheapest. People worry about this sort of thing?
WHAT'S TO THE LEFT OF YOU: The open door to my room. It is always open, unless I am out, asleep, or naked.
WHAT'S TO THE RIGHT OF YOU: My stereo, complete with the Funk Soul Reindeer. That is also a long story.
CDS IN YOUR CD PLAYER: Let me check... Dope, Faith No More, and Poe.
WHAT DID YOU DO TONIGHT: Plotted, filled this out, talked to my friends, and soon I will go down to bar and start writing. I did not read Machiavelli, and that is a problem.
THINGS YOU DO ON THE WEEKEND: Sleep in a little more, and play Werewolf. I got to hit things last week. In fact, I got to throw a Mafia thug out a ninth floor window. I am a happy little warrior wolf.
THE THREE PEOPLE YOU'D TAKE ON A DESERT ISLAND: I wouldn't take three. In fact, I might not take anyone. Solitude... aaaaah.
TIME IT IS NOW: 8:16pm
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING: I try not to do dangerous things like think.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2001

So, did you do the reading?

Well, yes, sort of. See, I had a nervous breakdown on page 10, but I was right as rain again by page 15. I think I may have missed the main precept, though, and was unwilling to return and reread in case I suffered a relapse. I'm sure you understand.

(I am still here, by the way. Simmering back down to normal. Equilibrium is at least within shouting distance. But it doesn't like shouting...)

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