self promo?

I did an interview with Cut From Steel (http://www.cutfromsteel.com) about my band's upcoming record release party, women in punk, and ghosts who play the bongos. Check it out! 

http://cutfromsteel.com/project/rackula-interview/

vaginas + guitars = love 4 evar

(It's a video day today. Deal, yo. If you read this blog, you like music.)




Lately I'm feeling empowered and dripping with hot, sweaty, oozing estrogen, in my own sort of lady-dude kind of way. Me and all my coyote-girls have been shredding our fingers on fresh guitar strings, slut-walking all over the world, pushing ahead, pushing through, keeping our heads above water, and raising fucking hell. This post is dedicated to all of them.

My tits are swollen, my pussy's roarin', my eyelashes will cut your throat and my lips are shouting for more more MORE, and sooooo:



✝ girlschool ✝ (motorhead's bffs <3)



✝ the cramps ✝
poison ivy has to be the biggest dreamboat on the planet. that sneer! that smarmy charm! that gum-smacking mouth! that couldn't-give-a-fuck way she plays!... I could write an entire entry about her. perhaps I will.



✝ jucifer ✝
One of the most brutal live bands i have ever seen in my life. I dare you not to wear earplugs to one of their gigs.



✝ x-ray spex ✝
rip poly, you rad fucking bitch.



✝ no joy ✝



✝ mares of thrace ✝



///FUCK beauty, KILL mediocrity, RISE to the occasion and always bare yr TEETH///

- LC ♃

three little pigs.

Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area, they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay, and creeper vines shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-determination.

But their idyll was soon shattered. One, day along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry, in both a physical and an ideological sense. When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture."

But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house of straw had stood, other wolves brought up the land and started a banana plantation.

At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"

At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He thought to himself: "They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to see them go, but progress cannot be stopped."

So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling, and dolphin shows.

At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.

By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view. So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods.

The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf. Their next step was to liberate the homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care, and affordable housing for everyone.

Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the writing of this story.

- Politically Correct Bedtime Stories: Modern Tales for Our Life & Times, James Finn Garner

U.S. abortion doctor shot dead.

I feel sick right now.


http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/8076253.stm

"A prominent US abortion doctor has been shot dead at a church in Wichita, in his home state of Kansas.

Sixty-seven year-old George Tiller was killed just after 1000 (1500 GMT) at the Reformation Lutheran Church. Police say the attacker, a white man, then fled in a car. Local media report that a suspect is now in custody.

Dr Tiller, one of the few US doctors who performed so-called late-term abortions, had been vilified by some anti-abortionists. His clinic had often been the site of demonstrations, and he was shot and wounded by an assailant 16 years ago. Dr Tiller's lawyer, Dan Monnat, said he was gunned down as he served as an usher during a morning service.

George Tiller had survived an attempt on his life 16 years ago.

The shooting comes two weeks after President Barack Obama made a major speech on abortion at one of the main Catholic universities in the US. Correspondents say the president is attempting to defuse the abortion issue - a highly emotive subject in US public life - by arguing that while it should remain legal, the government should do all it can to limit the number of unwanted pregnancies.
But members of the anti-abortion movement have been angered by the president's reversal of restrictions on federal funding for embryonic stem cell research and for family-planning groups which carry out or facilitate abortions outside the US.

Dr Tiller's killing, however, was swiftly denounced by anti-abortionists. "We denounce vigilantism and the cowardly act that took place this morning," anti-abortion group Operation Rescue said on its website.

A late-term abortion is the termination of a foetus beyond the 20th week of gestation, when it is potentially old enough to survive outside the womb. "




"PRO-LIFE" MY FUCKING ASS.
I want to break stuff right now.

happy monday.

My apartment building smells like somebody is baking a cake and boy do I want a piece.


Today has been just wretched. It's February. This always happens. I feel like utter shit and get all introverted and depressive and withdrawn and self conscious.
I just wish it didn't have to happen because it's so draining.
All I want to do is sleep my face off.

Or maybe I just have a case of the motherfucking Mondays.
Maybe my life is a permanent Monday.

There was a drunk woman on the bus today. She was screaming about "the indians" and "the germans" because some girls were naively discussing "1984" and I think the drunk woman overheard them and was set off. What indians and germans have to do with 1984 I'm not exactly sure.
Then she started singing "Build Me Up Buttercup," but believe me when I say that she took some artistic liberties with the lyrics.

I just want to move already. Get me the hell out of this city.



I ain't got no spirit left, baby. It's on vacation or stress leave or somethin'.

sewing the seeds of hate.

SEWING ZIPPERS INTO GARMENTS SUCKS ASS!!!


I just made a red mini-skirt to wear with my geisha kimono for work this week, and it was the first time I ever made something that had a zipper... and even though I wrassled with that stupid thing for like half an hour and didn't think it would pull through, I TRIUMPHED over that zipper bitch!

FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT EVERY MOMENT! EVERY MINUTE, EVERY DAYYYYY-YYYYY!


Ah my sewing machine. She's 1000 years old, weighs 1000 pounds, and likes to give me shit from time to time, but I love that fat bitch.