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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consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
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Friday, August 23, 2002

Just received in an email from the Male. Apparently, this is part of an actual contract:

10.4 - End of the World. Upon the occurrence of the end of the world before full payment and performance of the Notes and Drafts, the Notes and Drafts, at the option of the Required Banks, will become immediately due and payable in full and may be enforced against the Company by any available terrestrial, extra terrestrial or spiritual procedure. For remedial purposes and for purposes of determining the relative equities of the parties, the Company, by virtue of its attorneys, will be deemed to be aligned with the forces of light, and the Banks and their attorneys will be deemed to be aligned with the forces of darkness, regardless of actual ultimate terrestrial, extra terrestrial or spiritual destinations of the Company or the banks or any of their particular officers (including the Treasurer and the Vice President-Finance).

(I swear, weird shit happens every day. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it (2 points).)

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Thursday, August 22, 2002

There's always something that's the last straw, I suppose. On the back of everything that's happened today, the whole feeling awful, and blowing my nose once every five minutes, not being able to see Machine Gun Fellatio or play netball tonight, having lots of work, tramping all over Civic looking for movies... on top of all of that, some fucking JAFFY has to come gaily prancing into my room, touching my shit like he owns the fucking place. Would you be such a happy fucking fairy with your own detached fingers shoved up your nose??

Ahem. Sorry. Just had to vent.

But, on the bright side, new Ultimate X-Men tomorrow, and by the sounds of it, it's going to be delightful. Plus, I might finally get to see the Viggo interview on the DVD before I go to bed early tonight.

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Fun for hours, or at least five minutes: Wowbagger has something to say to you...

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Dammit. I wanted to NaNoWriMo so badly this year. And I was going to be able to, because thesis hand-in is around the beginning of November. But now I'm looking at getting an extension, which will effectively wipe out November. I could, of course, not get it. But I need it.

Bugger.

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You know, I get so more out this whole 'meeting people' thing when I'm completely in my body. And in summation, the only thing that needs to be said is that we 'Berra Bloggers are a fine, fine (mad, quirky, amusing) bunch of people.

Plus: Shauny! Email! Now!

I had a great time. What next?

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Wednesday, August 21, 2002

Just how much of a dozy bint do I become when I get sick? This much:

Thinking ahead, I realise that, since I am a total Snot Factory at the moment (ew! gross out! ewww!), I'm going to need tissues when I go out, so I carefully fold some, and put them in my pocket. Yes! I am Prepared!

Hmm, I then think. I might have to go straight from this appointment to work, so I should really change my pants. So I do.

Do I then put the tissues in the pockets of my new pants? Of course not!

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Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Blog Meetup. Why aren't you people coming? Jen and I aren't going to get drunk and hysterical by ourselves, yanno.

[Edit: Actually, we probably are. We have before. We have the technology. We're perfectly capable of it. However, it'd be more fun if there were other people present, too.]

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When I try to be friendly, people look at me like my head's on backwards. Maybe I should just bow to peer pressure, and be a vicious bitch all the time.

On the other hand, being pleasant now and then keeps them on their toes.

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How happy am I? How damn delirious with joy am I? Look at it! Look at it work!

Jen will be back up as soon as she wakes up and we get her set up again.

Glee. Motherfucking glee. Oh yes.

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Monday, August 19, 2002

My middle toe is itchy, horrible itchy and red and swollen in that chilblain way. The two smaller toes are almost black.

Circulation? What's that? (I need warmer weather.)

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Cleaning out my Outlook Express. Mervellous procrastination (yes, I noticed the typo myself, but I like it so much, I think I'll keep it).

Some of the more amusing subject lines in my sent box:
  • I *am* a cave troll
  • Tantric cyberspace
  • Goth with a sledgehammer
  • What was I doing with my youth?
  • Holy Sequel, Batman!
  • you, me and some latin git
  • 97% hobbit-free (unfortunately)
  • People who suck this week.
  • Non-pornalicious arty-farty fanfic
  • Re: I'm a wanker
  • Re: Advice - McGuffin
  • Not *gasp* a HAPPY ENDING!
  • Werewolves are scared of the dark
  • Orli's a bastard, so he is
  • If you don't like my walking, get off the sidewalk
  • Make a move and the Snoopy gets it.
  • all the things that are't good about scientology
  • KFC boys are easy.

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Sunday, August 18, 2002

In The Elements of International Strategy: a primer for the nuclear age, there is a diagram on page 27. It shows two dogs, labelled A and B, in a stand-off over a bone. The caption reads: "Call A 'NATO'; call B 'Warsaw Pact'; call the bone 'Berlin'." This diagram claims to be a serious depiction of deterrence theory.

Well, yes. Of course, if dog A gets too belligerent and dog B decides to take a little nip at it, the world doesn't cease to exist.

But you can't ask for too much in a diagram, I suppose.

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Provided all goes to plan, this should be visible in 48 hours. Or so.

Please, please, please, let it all go to plan.

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