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
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Saturday, April 27, 2002

Resident Evil. Rah! Oh yeah, that was fun. Go Milla, you rock. Nicely eerie opening; got to the point I was thinking this was going to be Event Horizon all over again and I was going to hate it. But just then, *bam*, Milla transcends, kicks a dog in the head, and it was on for young and old.

Plus, some semi-acceptable man-candy with a nice character appended who unfortunately really went downhill once he got his memory back. Damn. Oh well, there's always Milla kicking zombie ass.

How much of a teeny geek do I sound here? No, please, don't answer that. This is a movie designed to bring out that part of all of us. If you've mislaid yours, you probably won't enjoy it. Sorry.

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Picture this hypothetical situation. You're getting into a taxi, in which you will be the only occupant. Ignoring the environmental ramifications of that hideous waste of resources, where do you sit? In the front, with the driver, or alone in the back?

Admittedly, this is probably only an issue in places like Australia where it's an option. I mean, I gather that it's pretty much illegal to sit in the front in New York, and who'd want to pass up sitting in the back of a London Black Cab? However, it occurred to me as I just put the Male in a taxi to take him to the airport, and he leapt straight into the front. I always sit in the back. (And wear my sunglasses, and stare out the window, and pretend I'm in a movie or at least a filmclip, but I think that's really beside the point, don't you?) I just wondered who did which, and what sort of grand trends you can pick out of that, and the reasons.

Just idle curiosity, really. Not going to change my thesis topic, or anything. Although that might be easier than trying to wrestle one out of the mass of reading that is both acceptable to me and the supervisor. But at least I know he's back in the country now, since I saw him at the pub last night. At that stage, we were trying to get together enough of a kitty to get Mike to stand up and perform his Fat Bob impression, so I didn't think it would be quite right to go and say hi.

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Wednesday, April 24, 2002

I have a dozen red tulips, and they're beautiful. I have a Male, and he's wonderful. He's also graduating at the moment.

Do you know that there appears to not be a single Aragorn fansite out there? Six billion Frodo, Legolas, and Eowyn ones (Eowyn?? She hasn't even been in the movie yet!) but no Aragorn. What are people thinking?

Actually, they're probably thinking that they're fourteen years old, and Viggo Mortensen is an icky old man. Sometimes I feel so old. Shut up, gil.

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Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Friends read your essays. Real friends read your fanfic, even when it squicks them.

And tomorrow, I'm going to help J^e move a body.

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Monday, April 22, 2002

So, Dead Man. What the fuck was that about, then?

Actually, having gathered tidbits about this movie for the past four years, I could string together some sort of sense, but I still don't really understand. Weird. Very weird. Blink-twice bizarre.

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I took an etiquette quiz. Apparently, I rock - 90%. My mother would be so proud. But it's all business etiquette, and I personally think that my role in the world is to make the lives of boring business people more random and interesting. Shake their settled little worlds. Make them giggle in embarassing places. Stuff like that.

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Reading Nietzsche while listening to Marilyn Manson. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

"Thus spake Zarathustra, and issued forth from his cave, glowing and strong as the sun at dawn coming forth from dark mountains."

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How on earth does a vegan pizza happen? I mean... buh?

It is far too easy to MST3K Star Wars. Spent most of last night lolling on J^e's bed, eating dark peppermint cream chocolate and saying things like: "Yeah, now I'm big Mister Jedi you wanna my father."

Plus: tickets to midnight preview screening of Episode II. Rah. This movie needs to be good, to help me get through until Christmas and The Two Towers.

(I'm not a total film geek. Occasionally I'm a fantasy fiction geek as well.)

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