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

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viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Saturday, May 18, 2002

There's nothing quite as random as spam entitled: "Herpes: Good News!"

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Mum: "Well, it's not good but it could be worse."
Me: "How bad is not good?"
Mum: "They rate these things from 1 to 5, one being the best and five being the worst. He's a four."

My father is my hero.
My father is unstoppable.
My father could take on Superman one-handed.
My father has had cancerous cells discovered.
My father has to undertake a six-week course of radiation therapy.
My father is seventy and I'm still his little girl and I don't want him to die.
Ever.

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Friday, May 17, 2002

Notes from my Machaivelli class today: "Politics of difference" is just a polite, academic way of saying: "Fuck off; you don't get to decide what's best for me."

Which I thoroughly agree with, I just wish the term didn't sound like such an intellectual wank.

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Pay in my pocket and I hit Impact Records for my Ultimate X-Men fix. Latest issue is great, continuing what I think has been a fantastic story arc. Even if I really don't like what the stand-in artist has done to Cyclops. Everyone else looks cool. Possibly cooler, but probably not, but Cyke... argh! Make it stop!

Meandered on to Revolution, with the intention of purchasing either Placebo, or White Zombie, or maybe some NIN. Ended up coming out with Marilyn Manson's "Holy Wood", which makes it three MM albums now, and not a cent to the man himself.

I did, however, listen to some White Zombie, and also to some random German metal group called Steel Prophey. I almost killed myself laughing over that one. Pure late-80s big-hair old-skool heavy metal, complete with wailing contralto and biblical references.

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Stalking down the street in leather pants and flaring black overcoat: great.

Finding ten bucks in pocket of said pants when you're skint: even better.

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Thursday, May 16, 2002

Nerdiest joke I've ever made:
Bk: (reading Empire article about how maybe Anakin goes to the dark side because he can't get it on with Amidala) But they have to shag, don't they? To conceive Luke and Leia. Will they shag in this one or the next?
Me: I think this one. Because they'll have to end three with separating the twins, and if they're conceived and born in the same movie, that's a lot of stuff happening.
Bk: Maybe they don't shag at all, and Anakin gets pissed off about it and just impregnates her anyway. Use the Force! Hah!
Me: These aren't the sperm you're looking for?
Bk: What about: "These aren't the eggs you're looking for."?
Me: Jedi contraception!

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So, the Clones have Attacked.

And I, for one, am very happy about it.

Yes, the acting's wooden. It's supposed to be. It's a Star Wars movie. And boy is it. A good, solid, hefty, tongue-in-cheek, light-sabre-waving, ass-kicking, rollicking Star Wars movie. Which Ep I definitely wasn't.

All is forgiven, George Lucas. Now get to work on Episode III already.

(There'd been people waiting since 2pm. That's a little psycho, I thought. But the audience was great. Fantastic atmosphere. General applause for Yoda and his ass-kicking-ness. A wonderful feeling. And Hayden Christensen still reminds me of my cousin.)

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Wednesday, May 15, 2002

So, childer, should I dress up for the Star Wars Episode II preview screening tonight?

Actually, by the time most of you read this, it will be a case of "Should I have dressed up". Five hours, thirty minutes and counting until I get to see whether I have to dedicate my life to hunting down George Lucas and killing him in a painful fashion.

I'm thinking not. The previews, the articles, everything just looks so damn good. I am a giggling bundle of anticipation.

Who is probably not going to dress up, but only because I don't own enough white.

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Count of Monte Cristo: fucking fantabulous! So good! If you have any appreciation whatsoever for adventure, epic romance, dashing action, swashbuckling, delicious characters and dastardly scheming, get thee to a movie theatre right now and watch this baby.

If, on the other hand, you lack any sort of interesting personality whatsoever, feel free to give it a miss.

But seriously, wow. It's been a long time since I enjoyed a movie that much. I was constantly convinced that the character on screen was the coolest character ever, only to change my mind in two seconds when another character came on. Guy Pearce was so great he was only upstaged by the magnificent Count himself. There was not a character that was not beautifully realised and rendered. Even the chick was cool.

Sumptuous visually. And the action! Brisk, energised, filmed in a crisp, delineated way that made it that much better. It was all wonderful. A great package. Two hours of my life that I relished every second of.

And now I have twenty-four hours to get over that before I go into Episode II.

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Tuesday, May 14, 2002

Once more I do my "walk into room in the silence between songs" trick, and am slightly surprised when the music starts. But it's "Soylent Green" and that rocks. Sometimes I wish I still had long hair just so I could toss it around when I mosh.

Gee I'm posting some irrelevant shit these days.

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If I was as cold-blooded as evidence suggests, wouldn't I not be so chilled by this weather?

Or maybe I just wouldn't be able to move at all, so sluggish and lethargic. That idea has a certain appeal.

At least I get to wear the Big Black Coat and go all Matrix with the flapping and stuff. Pretentious? Silly? Childish? Me? Never!

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Hell yes.

That is all.

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Monday, May 13, 2002

People. Just... fucking people. Sometimes I am so far out beyond caring that it would amaze you. I simply do not give a flying fuck because it's all so fucking stupid and life would be so much easier if no one cared. No one cared about anything and life would be lubricated with apathy.

And then the moment passes, and I'm simply weary to the bone.

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A violin and a guitar and a handful of excited residents and there's a full-on jam session going on in convo. I love living in this place.

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I simply love cold, rainy weather when I can stay inside at the computer with all the fluro lights on or cuddled up in bed with the covers up to my ears and a good book. Love it.

But I hate cold, rainy weather when I have to put my boots on and go out in it, skirt trailing in the mud and frigid fingers clamped around an umbrella handle. Hate it.

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The lecturer I previously referred to as a well-dressed anarchist is also a vegetarian.

He's a South Australian, vegetarian, academic, well-dressed anarchist. For some reason, I find all this highly amusing.

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IASBM: How can someone vote for "Eomer" as best character in the Lord of the Rings movies? We haven't even seen the bugger yet!

And not just someone, but some 35, apparently. Gah. I hate silly people.

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Is it a sad indication of my apathy that even though my pyjama top buttons up the front, I just pull it on and off over my head?

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European History with Je; putting the 'fun' back into 'dysfunctional'.

("Are we there yet?"
"Be quiet, or I'll turn this war around and go straight back home.")

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Sunday, May 12, 2002

I spent last night dressed up in leather pants and fuck-off make-up, terrorising a poor innocent chap with the other wenches. We did this in the Pancake Parlour so, as you can imagine, we got quite a few strange looks as we were doing it. The staff were very helpful, though.

One of the lovely girls here at college was doing a character photography shoot, and we wenches were the 'characters'. Specifically, female gangsters out on the town for a little light entertainment.

It was far more fun than people our age should be having, I'm sure. Photos as soon as I get them. Promise. Early prints are in, and look fantabulous.

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