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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

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consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, November 10, 2001

Call me a silly little geek girl, but I just wasted far too much time at this gamer jargon site. I giggled. A lot.

I particularly liked this entry in the lexicon:
"...failing a random... encounter," phrase
to run into a person whom you dislike or try to avoid; Ex: (Mike enters room)"Oh no, we just failed a random Mike encounter!" (This refers to the practice of rolling in D&D to check if your party runs into wandering monsters.)

This phrase, my friends, is going into standard Dee-usage.

(I also like "Align your chakras" as an admonition to calm down.)

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Ridley (Justin Whalin) in the D&D movie is just so cute. Honestly, it should be illegal.

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I have a take-home exam to do. But I have chocolate. It's all good.

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My Viking name is Eðna Swiftbear. Or Dís if I put 'Dee' in as my name. I think I like Dís better.

"You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You have a thirst for battle -- unfortunately, you're not terribly good at it. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you're not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.
"You would have a very tough time making a long sea voyage in a Viking longboat. You possess some skills which other Vikings respect.
"You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. You sometimes come off as a bit of a snob. Vikings are not snobbish people -- they either like you, or they kill you. Try to be more like a Viking."

Hmm... I'll bear that in mind. (Thanks, Megsy.)

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Friday, November 09, 2001

Dungeons and Dragons. The movie I've always wanted. And now I own it on DivX. I rule!

Well, wanted since I saw it, and wanted without actually paying money for it because it's so bad I have to own it, but too bad to spend for. But still, the point stands.

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Don't fear the reaper.

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Thursday, November 08, 2001

Me: Did KL steal your pliers?
J1: Uh...
J1: No...
Me: Are you sure?
J1: Pretty damn sure.
Me: OK.
J1: My pliers are crap though. Not sure why anyone would want to steal them.
Me: KL wants to be a plumber when he grows up.
J1: He just wants to meet bored housewives.

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The world needs more gratuitous, random Shakespeare-quoting.

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"Unlike many of Blyton's female characters, Darrell is strong-willed, intelligent and charming, if unbearably pompous throughout. Darrell's many friends include Sally (nice), Alicia (sharp), Mary-Lou (sweet), Irene (mad) and Clarissa (ugly). Darrell's enemies include Moira (domineering), Catherine (sycophantic), Gwen (self-obsessed) and Maureen (wimp). Darrell's friends normally become Sports Captains, Head Girls or star in the school pantomime. Darrell's enemies either fail their exams or lose a close relative." - from a review of In The Fifth At Malory Towers.

After discussing childhood books with Je this afternoon (how did we get to that? Who knows) I was hit by a sudden, absolutely violent urge to read Enid Blyton's Malory Towers again. I loved these books. Loved. Adored. Worshipped. Of course, discussing them with Je I was struck by the conclusion that there must have been something kinky going on between Darrell and Sally. At the time I wouldn't have thought of it. I don't think I even knew what a lesbian was. And Alicia? With all those spanking threats? Vixen on the rampage!

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I have no time for people who do not get excited about new felt-tip pens in pretty colours.

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Wednesday, November 07, 2001

From Kurt Rudolph's Gnosis: "This means, it [Manicheism] shares a position with Buddhism, Christianity and Islam, but, in contrast to these, lies in the past."

As opposed to the other three, which lie in the present, future, and in fact every chance they get. Never trust a clergyman.

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po-lem-ic n :the art or practice of disputation -- usu. used in pl. -- po-lem-i-cal also po-lem-ic adj -- po-lem-i-cist n

Use it - or better yet, do it - three times today!

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I hate it when lecturers ask me how long an extension I think I need. I teeter between asking for lots of time, but being thought a slacker or something, or asking for only a little time, and then stressing myself out and probably not getting it done on time. It's much better when they say: "Right, you have three days." Then, when I'm facing the deadline and sweating every extra second, I can at least have a mantra like: "Fucking evil bastard" to get me through.

I think I'll bite the bullet, and ask for next Wednesday.

Meanwhile, the internet won't work. (Dee smacks it upside the head with a large trout.)

You disrepecting me? Take him out.

(Oh yeah, I'm old-skool.)

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Tuesday, November 06, 2001

This cough is progressing to the point where I wouldn't be surprised to hack up a toenail or three.

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Wow cool. It does know how to rain properly here. If it really puts its mind to it.

Grey and green, a blend of the same colours, outside my window, and beautiful cool air sweeping through my room, tinged with moisture even though the rain would have to go straight up to actually get in the window, but it was raining that hard.

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So, I hear there was a horse race today.

I also hear there was a horse called 'Freemason' who fell over and took everyone else out. See, the Illuminati are in control. How could you have doubted it for a second?

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I could handle being a magpie in my next life.

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Across from my windows, I see the college next door. On the top floor, all curtains are closed tight against the morning light and the sight of our college. Except one room, right at the end.

If I had a gun, I'd shoot out the windows. Just because.

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Monday, November 05, 2001

Je: "You're nuzzling me with a strange cat!"

(We just had a tea party in front convo. There was coffee (I finally broke my fast and partook again), there were gooey chocolate biscuits (Weston's Chocolate Addictions - on special at Supabarn now and full of yummy goodness!), there was a plethora of stuffed animals. We terrorised everyone who came past. We giggled. Bk sang 'The Greens' featuring Jeremiah as lead vocals, and the Danae-Bear on backup vocals.)

Overheard:
Guy 1: "What're you doing tonight?"
Guy 2: "Nothing much."
Guy 1: "Come up and watch television later."
Je: "Is this entire conversation a euphemism?"
Me, in best Mae West imitation mode: "Come up and see me some time."
Je: "We'll have 'coffee'. The line then, of course, is 'I don't drink coffee'."
Me: "Dang. Then we'll just have to cut straight to the sex."

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I have no voice. No voice. I have some weird little squeaky thing that sounds like this squirrel handpuppet I have which has a little squeaker box in his chest. His name was Bushy, and we bought him at a fair in Rochester in England in 1990. Well, the original one, anyway. He got left on an underground train in London during the World Cup game between England and Germany that year, while Mum rushed to get us back to the hotel before the soccer hooligans let out. I was inconsolable, so they sent away for another one. Imagine my delight. Anyway, Bushy the second occasionally had to get washed because he got really grotty, and then water would get into his squeaker box. You had to squeak it a lot to get all the water out, but for a little while there, he just sounded really sick.

Well, that's what my voice sounds like now.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to Cafe Je.

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To the person who read and got offended at me. You know who you are, if you're reading this.

Amazingly enough, this site isn't about you. It's about me. It's mine. It's my space and my thoughts and the place I put things I find amusing or noteworthy or things I just don't want to forget so I write them down. It's like some sort of pixellated think-space.

If you go trawlling through that, you're going to find things that I wouldn't necessarily say out loud. You're going to find things that you might not like. And I would have thought you were old enough and intelligent enough to figure that out for yourself. I didn't think I had to put a damn disclaimer on here: "If you know me in real life, don't read this. If you do read it, then I abrogate all responsibility from myself for any offense you may take."

I will not censor what I put in my personal, private space, in order to pander to you.

And that is all I'm going to say about this. I'm not going to rant futher. I'm not going to even mention your name, or give any futher indication as to who you might be. Because like I said, this isn't about you, and I don't care about letting the rest of the world know.

Now, back to the regularly scheduled mayhem.

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Sunday, November 04, 2001

Wow. Deja vu. Just sitting there, playing FreeCell, listening to my playlist go from the ethereal (hah!) sounds of Massive Attack's "Teardrop" to the slightly self-indulgent, slightly nasal sounds of Incubus' "I Miss You" (they're good, but you can't argue with my claims, you really can't). And all of a sudden I've been here before. Usually it's just sort of inexplicable. Yes, I've been here before. Weird, disorienting, but not known. This time, I could have named the moment.

Only problem is, I'm wrong. Because I remember what I was listening to the first time round, and while Massive Attack might have been on the playlist, Incubus certainly wasn't.

Weird.

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What she said: "Why is the world blessed with stupid people?"
What I said: "I believe the verb is 'cursed'."
What I realised ten minutes later I should have said: "Who pissed in your Cheerios now?"

She is starting continuing to annoy me.

Earlier:
Je: Hey, she called me nitwit, and she just called you incompetent. I think we've got our Dee back!

Look out world, here I come. These drugs are the funky shit, man.

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I got a sudden, intense, inexplicable desire to watch Clueless last night. Unfortunately, that appears to be the one movie that Hm doesn't have in his collection. I borrowed Final Fantasy instead, but it didn't work. Eventually, I had to fall back on an old faithful: X-Men.

There's a guy down the corridor who thinks that just because I watch a lot of movies, I have the same taste in them that he does. This is bollocks, since his taste in movies extends only to ones where:
a) A lot of Asian guys do horrendously violent things to each other with guns;
b) A lot of Asian guys do horrendously violent things to eath other with their bare hands;
c) Someone has sex with an Asian woman, and lots of violent things happen in general;
d) The movie is dubbed or subtitled from an Asian language, preferably Chinese, but that's just a beginning point, because it's really only good if there's a lot of amusingly violent things happening.

He keeps offering to loan his movies to me. I keep turning him down politely. I'm sure it would broaden my horizons, but there's some directions I'd prefer them to be narrow, really. And Russel Crowe with schoolkid sideburns fucking an Asian chick and some guy shooting someone else by accident sounds just like one of those directions. Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to Clueless.

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