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Ramen weekend

So I said I was going to have an all-ramen weekend and I damn well did. Above is the ramen that I spent about 7 hours making today. Why is that egg a funny color? Oh that's a seasoned soft-boiled egg, or ni tamago. Other toppings: spinach, green onion, toasted seaweed (nori), pickled bamboo, chasyu pork and kamaboko. Basically what I am trying to say is: in your face, humanity.

Other high point of the weekend: was in Fabric, one of the largest UK nightclubs and my vision of hell. I try to avoid at all costs, but when one of my pals from the Chicks on Speed was DJing there, I consented to grace the place with my presence. Alex clearly knew how much of an effort it was for me, because she played Spacer Woman and then says into the microphone "This is Italo disco! For Lina! She loves Italo!" Or something like that. Now Fabric isn't the sort of place where one would usually (or ever) hear dedications, so between that and the guy that followed us around trying to show us his abs, it was a pretty sweet night out.

By Lina on May 25, 2009 8:36 PM

I am a rock star.

I am sick. With the flu. And a cold. And something else like scabies, no doubt. The reason I am sick is because of a number of things. The first is that I have been moving, and because I have no friends I ended up moving 2 couches, 2 kitchen tables and a desk by myself. This was painful and I ended up wearing myself out. Then I decided to go to three rock shows in a week. This was very out of character for me, but goes to prove that I am really not the friendless wretch I portray myself to you as, I am actually very cool and very popular and all the rich kids want to take me to prom. People like Sheila are always calling me up and begging me to hang out and I have to say, "Sorry Sheila this is strictly an online friendship--for your own good." See, I don't want to make her all insecure in real life when she meets me are realizes that I am 100x cooler than online. And then she begs me for pictures of my feet and publishes them on Chickenlegs. But that is a whole other story.

So anyway, I went to a free Devo show last week--that was fun. And then this weekend I went to the Electroclash thing again this year, but this time at the Fillmore in San Fran and not in NYC where I was last year (this is to help out those of you who are lina-geographically-challenged). I thought I would commemorate the one year anniversary of this crappy domain by linking to my post from last year's show. Turns out I was just as amusing last year as I am today.


This is me and my gal pals at some bar getting hit on by weird guys. This picture is noteworthy primarily because we are all so incredibly sassy.


I posted this picture because Teresa is so cute and my earrings are cool.


This was backstage at Electroclash and I am just posting it to impress you.

So anyway, I saw Tracy and the Plastics, WIT, Chicks on Speed and Peaches. Chicks on Speed opened their set by calling for a class war and they made me tingle. I have seen them so many times and it makes me happy every single time. They always inspire me to go out and do things like wear blue eyeshadow and make art. Peaches was also fabulous, as usual. She tossed out vibrators to the crowd, simulated sex, threw herself into the crowd, and dressed like a Capp St whore. I love her. At one point she put the mike down her pants and sang into a dildo. If putting a microphone in your underwear and crooning into a dildo is wrong, I don't want to know what right is.

The whole thing made me depressed though. I got to hang out with my old friends who came to town, see some of my other old pals like good old Larry Tee, watch the show from backstage and make fun of the mere mortals, etc. But the thing is, it's over now. And my friends are gone. And I don't have designer clothes. All I want to do is shop. For expensive shoes. I think this must be the flu talking. Anyway, nothing I am typing or thinking is making sense so I had better stop soon.

I would also like to mention that I have gotten 2 more A's since my last grade update, so for those of you who question sending me money, think about it this way--you are investing in America's future. Smooches.

By Lina on October 30, 2002 12:30 AM

no computer!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I live in California, and I now have a tan. Well, not really, but I got like 5 extra freckles. My computer broken in transit, as I was confident that it would. I took the whole thing apart and back together again, and when I put the ram in a different slot and started it up it crackled and then emitted a foul odor. When your computer starts to stink, you know the situation is dire. The motherboard is also fried, and I am actually pleased that this bastard has actually died. This computer has been such a pain in the ass, I keep sinking more and more money into it and it keeps fucking up. I'm on the third hard drive for it, 2nd motherboard, etc. etc.

So the problem is, I have no access to a computer. Right now I am at the public library, and while it is fun to sit next to a fat, hairy man that is humming and trying to read what I am writing (hi dipshit!). I don't think it is going to be a long-term solution. I need to get a computer, and pretty damn fast or I might end up sleeping around. Well, maybe not, but without a TV or computer I might have to go out and search for real human interaction, which is never a good thing. I'm thinking about buying a computer from Dell, just because they have a one year warrenty and apparently I can't go for more than a month without breaking my computer anyway. I can get one for $779 with free shipping and all the things I need, sans monitor, which I will deal with later. Anywho, if you like me and want to help get me online, please feel free to drop me a few bucks to lina@shutitdown.net via paypal :D, email me a letter of support. I probably won't get to write back though, because I only get limited time here at the library. :(

Apart from my computer woes, all is well. I am becoming a normal person again, and I actually leave my house. I think it might be the seratonin or something. Dunno. I went crazy at Ikea a few days ago, and oddly enough, saw one of the CHICKS ON SPEED. Crazy, man.

I got this email from null over at DGNR8. Thank god someone is concerned about my well-being.

I've noticed your run in with random squirrels. And i cant help but think about how deadly, yet cute these squirrels are.

The saddest ground squirrels I'd ever seen were part of a gang, in Dallas. They always seemed brave, at first, but if you looked past the switchblades and macho posturing, you could see they just wanted a handful of roasted walnuts. I saw a squirrel kill a man once. There was no wasted energy, just a simple lazy end-over-end sommersault and the deft pull of a sharp blade. The squirrel moved with the lazy precision of a window washer. He hit near the top of the man's neck, and by the time he reached the ground again, he was smoking a cigarette, and the man was dead.

"The ground is our mother," a squirrel once said to me. "We were born on the ground, we live on the ground, and we'll die on the ground. Ain't no thing."

Ah, but you could tell it was. It was obvious that it was a thing, and an important thing at that. More important than nuts, even. These were no tree squirrels, with their techno raves and big stylish pants.

Dallas cops asked me about the killing, but there was little I could tell them.

"He was part of the Loco Posse," I said, "and he moved like a dancer."

The cops, however, were able to tell me about the man I saw die. He'd been a biker with the Rebel Riders, an Oklahoma-based motorcycle gang. He'd been selling cystal meth to the ground squirrel community. The squirrel that killed him had reportedly been unimpressed with the buzz, but the man's associates claimed he was selling the pure stuff.

The thing is, both the squirrel and the man might have been telling the truth. These squirrels were hard.

My intentions are not to frighten and alarm you, I just want you to be aware of what you could possibly be dealing with. And even tho' we don't talk on a daily, or even weekly basis, i still lay awake at nights wondering, if those damn dirty squirrels have harmed you....

Thanks, buddy.

By Lina on June 4, 2002 9:09 PM

god i love the chix

Hrm, it seems that Stile of the project, etc., has taken the pictures of my boyfriend and tried to pass them off as himself. He only wishes he was half the man that is now mine.

So I know I have said it before, but I am not ashamed to say it again. I LOVE THE CHICKS ON SPEED. They motivate me to put on mascara and leave my apartment on occasion.


New photo album from chix show tonight up here.

Hahah I had a double chin so I had to cut it out of this pic. HAHAHHAHAHAA. Don't tell internet gossip!

By Lina on March 22, 2002 4:08 AM

Chix-52

I just sold t-shirts at a Chicks on Speed with B-52s and it made me so happy! I love the Chicks! I want to marry them! A drunk guy gave me $100! I got to go backstage! I will post some pictures tomorrow even though no one cares! I was 'A' list tonight! I added some Chicks on Speed import singles to my wishlist! Please buy them for me! P.S.These cats hate you! P.P.S. I got into an art class at school! Finally! Things are getting better! P.P.P.S. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Lina on February 6, 2002 1:48 AM

Chicks on Speed!

I just went to see Chicks on Speed. I love them so much. I wish they were a piece of candy that I could keep in my pocket at all times. I am going to see them open for the B-52's tomorrow, and I can't wait!
By Lina on February 6, 2002 1:48 AM
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