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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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Wednesday, January 30, 2002

Wedding preparations (What do you mean, what wedding? I've told you; my dear friend Nardia is getting married on the 2nd of February.) are getting down to the wire now, and things are starting to get hectic. Friends coming to stay, and nail appointments, and drunken piss-ups. So it might be a while until I have anything further to say. Or rather, it might be a while until I have any facility for saying it.

Meanwhile, because I am a good little girl, I am going to capitulate to pressure and give greetings to my webloggers webring neighbours:

To my left, a pretty site called Jayde Skies, run by a most interesting person called Himani, whose opinions on learning another language I certainly agree with. I liked German, but that didn't stop me falling asleep in the class, and just plain-old missing it whenever I had half a decent excuse.

And, to the right, Reflections, which isn't eminently legible, but has a purty little anime girly on it, is run by a girl whose name I could not figure out, but she has a nice turn of phrase and that requisite touch of madness. Can't have normalcy cluttering up the place, now can we?

I like this, and I'd continue to do it for my Aussie Blog neighbours too, but unfortunately I have to go and pick up an usher from the train station. Ciao, tutti. (And the cat might be away, but I've put down mousetraps, so just watch your whiskers, dig?)

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Tuesday, January 29, 2002

So Kevin Costner is actually mildly attractive, but I suppose that's not really his fault.

I just had to face the fact that in a week, I'll be back in Canberra and cleaning again. Suddenly, freedom seems so sweet. This has nothing to do with Kevin Costner.

Watching movies on television is a travesty. Even if they do have a good flow, nice rhythm, rarely is that beat enhanced by the insertion of commercials. Except for that Sovereign "It's all sport" ad. I like that one. But in general, commercial television ruins a perfectly good movie by breaking up the pace. And ineptly taking out the swearing. This does have something to do with Kevin Costner, but only obliquely.

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Me: I don't get the point of making rules about war. It's bizarre. Either you accept that war is something that does not follow or bend itself to rules, or you just codify the entire thing and rule out violence entirely. Why not just make it a sporting match?
Mum: Because then the Australians would win too often.

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Monday, January 28, 2002

The virus definitions finally downloaded. Only took eight tries. Woo. See, if virus programs were half as easy to get, install and run as the viruses (virii?) themselves, I wouldn't be sitting here randomly trying to make this an interesting post so I could justify all the time online.

There's a poster of Matthew Perry on the wall behind the computer which I put up in a fit of schoolgirl lust and still haven't taken down. I'm going to leave him there, grinning like a chimpanzee, for the sheer random value.

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The hair is back in black and I feel like myself again. Wearing Rammstein T-shirt and playing air guitar in the bathroom mirror, that sort of thing. It's cool to be me. Try it sometime. No, really.

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