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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Friday, October 26, 2001

Bah diddly qua qua. (5 points, none if you're J2.)

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And now I discover that my leather pants, as well as being very cool and, obviously, leather, also spontaneously generate money. At least, that's the only explanation I have for the five bucks I just found in my pocket.

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Je, poised with eyeliner in hand: "So, what do you want?"
Ky: "I kinda want it to say 'Fuck you!' I'm in a fuck you mood tonight."
Je: "Ah, you'll want to use the blue then. Nothing says fuck you like thick blue eyeliner."
Ky: "Really?"
Je: "Oh yeah. It sorta says: 'Yes, I'm doing heroin, do you have a problem with that?"

(I love goth nites.)

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Thursday, October 25, 2001

Bah.

(I started writing fourteen times, and deleted it all. But since I've spent so long looking at this input screen, I feel like I really should hit 'post and publish' on something. It's been one of those days. Not one of those days, like poor old Puss had, just one of those nothing-days that I really could have lived without. I don't know if I have the energy to go out tonight.)

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Wednesday, October 24, 2001

Points of note:
  1. Redesign. I guess you've already noticed that. All sorts of things might still need fiddling. Please email if you find something abhorrently wrong, or even mildly fucked up. And also let me know if you like it.
  2. Name change. Yes, I threatened it, and now have carried it out. I wanted a name with which I felt a bit of connection, that actually had something to do with me, that wasn't sorta pretentious-wanky (not that there's anything wrong with that, of course) and that had a link to the domain name as well. So 'the world according to carp' no longer. Now 'guts and garters'. It has the right sort of tone of random collections of fashion and violence, both literal and figurative. I like it. I declare thou shallst too.
  3. Archives now not on the sidebar, but back on their own page. If you want to go rummaging through the archives, you can do it the old-fashioned way. And now I don't have to worry about being verbose enough to keep the main column longer than the sidebar. Not, of course, that I ever let that worry me previously.
  4. Things may still get tweaked. Especially the comments. Now that I don't have to have everything all .shtmlly, I might look at switching over to dotComments or something similar. Something wonderfully me-powered.

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Monday, October 22, 2001

I just killed a fly by dropping a book on it from a great height. Can't say I was very impressed with its reflexes.

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Book stores are, seriously, my Thieves' Maze. Yanno, like in every good/bad adventure flick? The hero has to go through a death-defying dungeon of doom, dodging this and avoiding that until he gets to the end. Well book stores are my Thieves' Maze.

It all starts with the bargain tables out the front. It's easy to underestimate this first obstacle. You think it's just the first one, so it'll be easy, and anyway there's never anything on these tables that's good anyway. And then, when it's lulled you into a false sense of security, you get hit by a low-flying 'Myths of the World' for $7.95. Vicious, I tell you.

I escaped, though, just barely managing to put the book back on the table and keep going inside. I made it to the back of the store (the fantasy/sci-fi section) in one piece; the next challenge. This is the big one, the standard, the point where most intrepid adventurers falter and are lost. Oooh... new KJ Parker. New Australian fantasy author I've never heard of. Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay! And shelves and shelves of Robin Hobb.

But I resist! I walk away, through the unappetising business and travel sections. I see the light ahead, the entrance to the shop, I'm nearly clear...

And then I hit the booby-trap. A huge pile of books, with enticing little $1.00 price tags on them. Dungeons and Dragons books, and Forbidden Realms, and other pulp fantasy fiction. All the bad fantasy you can stand for one buck a pop. My resolve turns to water, and runs gibbering. I am entranced, enthralled, gathering printed pages like the hero at the pile of gold, running it through his fingers and cackling maniacally.

Oh no! She's lost! Our intrepid adventurer has met her doom. But wait! What's this? She's putting down the busty-wench-encovered volumes! She's setting aside her sword-wielding barbarians. She's turning for the exit. She's walking out without a book!

Yeehah! Now all I have to do is kill the bad guy and rescue the love interest. Rock!

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According to my Lonely Planet desk calendar, present from my sister last Christmas, I'm supposed to be going to Iran this week.

Think I might give that one a miss.

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Sunday, October 21, 2001

Hey kids! Next time your teacher asks you for a word containing no vowels, don't pull out the boring old examples of 'try', 'cry' and 'fly' that everybody uses. Even 'rhythm' is dull and passe. Instead, try this one on for size:
syzygy: A pair of connected or correlative things; in Gnostic theology, a couple or pair of opposites, or of æons.
Your teachers won't know what's hit 'em.

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'Sect' is just a couple of small typos away from 'sexy'. Coincidence? I think not.

For some reason, everything in life is currently coming down to one little point: Life would be easier/better/cleaner/friendlier if I had a laptop. I suspect this is bollocks, and yet it increasingly appears to be the underlying theme of the universe.

I have little patience with history texts containing 14-line-long sentences. I dislike playing 'hunt-the-verb'. I hate having to look up four words in the one sentence. Academic historians annoy me. I hate the feeling of intellectual helplessness this essay is giving me. Not waving, drowning.

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