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Julicide

Dinosaur!

About Me


Total asshole.

"Julie, you knoooooow: Outside, you so cutie-pie . . . inside, so BLACK. Like color of your shirt." - former coworker from Tokyo, circa 1997

My Interests

Going to shows (what am I saying; I rarely go to shows anymore), writing, punk rock, performing minor surgery, making jewelry and other crafty crap, reading, doing it and doing it and doing it well, philosophizing on bar napkins, animals, psychology, biology, horror and gore, exploitation movies ... I am here sometimes now, but still don't read your "bulletins." I have a really horrible sense of humor that's often taken the wrong way. I'm pervy. I cuss like a sailor and drool in my sleep. No one reads these. You're not reading this. Send Valium. I punched a cop once and he just told me to shut up. I have a booty/ie. I have a headache. Once I ate a pine cone, and I'm double-jointed. Dog lover. Pretensions turn me off. You know who you are. I'm mostly a loner, but can spend massive amounts of time with a few rare people. If you're one of those, congratulations / I'm sorry. Obviously I don't take any of this shit seriously. Not morally bankrupt, just . . . overdrawn. Hedonistic when not lazy. Don't dare me. My motto has always been: When life hands you lemons, chuck them at people. I hope this has been informative and enlightening. Let's get burritos!

Some stuff: 12, 12/12, 3am grocery shopping, 45 grave, 999, abortions for the stupid, adam ant, alexander mcqueen, alphabetizing, ambrose bierce, amy winehouse (duh), angelic upstarts, anne sexton, anysploitation movies, arch enemy, archy and mehitabel, are you considering hurting yourself or others?, a tribe called quest, avoiding retardocausts, baby goats, bad brains, bad movies on lifetime, bad religion, battle royale, baudelaire, bauhaus, beastie boys, bernard malamud, black dahlia, black flag, black metal, black sabbath, blaming your gun, blatz, bpal, burritos, buzzcocks, bye bye doggie (not a band), canada, carson mccullers, cartoon bunnies, cashmere sweaters, chekhov, chick tracts, christian death, chrome and helios creed, clan of xymox, classic lit, cocteau twins, coffee!, collecting stupid shit, complaining about my uterus, conversation pits, crack bialys, crass, crime (the band), crispin glover, cryptozoology, cuddling, cussing like a sailor, dario argento, dead kennedys, deathrock, descendents, detroit cobras, devils, dia de los muertos, dichotomies, didjits, discharge (the band - don't be gross), dive bars, do as I say/not as I do, doggies, doing stuff, dorking out, drooling, dropping the f-bomb, dry weather, dsm-iv-tr, eater, eau d'hadrien, eazy-e, effexor xr which i cannot kick, electric eels, emile zola, epoxies, existentialism, experiencing increasingly rare moments of chivalry, extreme elvis, eyehategod, fang, fishnets, flannery o'connor, fondling your trigger, foreign cars, forensics, fracas, franz kafka, friends with and without major personality disorders, fuzzbox, gang of four, garage rock, gary numan, getting pajamafied, gg allin, giallo, girl gangs, give me money, glass eyes, glechlimkack, go-betweens, googlestalking, gore, grand guignol, grey goose, guadalupe day, h.p. lovecraft, hello kitty, herschell gordon lewis, hitchcock, horror, how does that make you feel?, how old books smell, hubert selby jr., i actually like my job, inflicting the dutch oven, iowaska, i'd be really bad if i didn't have to be the smart one all the time, j.g. ballard, japan/david sylvian, jayne mansfield, jean cocteau, jim goad, joan jett, joy division, karla homolka, katherine mansfield, ketel one, kinder surprise, kitschy doodads, klonopin, kraft dinner, lee hazlewood, les petites retardeaux (not a band), literature, little 60s dresses, looking 10 years younger, london, loners (don't) unite, lords of the new church, ludicra, macaroni and cheese, maggotroni and cheese, making interesting casseroles, making jewelry, making ugly collages, making up words and phrases, manowar, marc almond, march violets, mary bell, metal that's real, mid-century design, minor threat, mochi, most indie rock just bores me, mudhoney, muriel spark, my deformed knees have miraculously healed, myself, nitro, noir, not dating, not doing anything, now hiring personal hit-man, n.w.a. - r.i.p. eazy, ooh shiny!, oingo boingo, old dolls, orlando not florida, outdated architecture, outsourcing lovin', pajamafication, patsy cline, paul fussell, peaches, peacocks, phantom limbs, phony public arguments, pinheads, poison idea, praying for britney spears, pro offering incentives for voluntary sterility, psychology, public enemy, punk, quiet reading time, raymond carver, reading about serial killers, reading in general, red lipstick, reefer, remaking jewelry, ridiculously expensive sunscreen, rudimentary peni, samosas as big as your head!, sass, scott walker, scrabble, semicolons, sephora safaris, sex gang children, shirley jackson, shite, sigue sigue sputnik, siouxsie and the banshees, slayer, sleeping in, sneaky dees' nachos, sometimes cooking, space-age copolymers, spacemen 3, spending all day reading, stiff little fingers, subhumans, super duper lists, swans, swizzle sticks, talking serious shit, tattoos, the adicts, the avengers, the beach, the briefs, the business, the clash, the cliftons, the damned, the deep eynde, the dwarves, the fad gadget, the fall, the germs, the horrors (i know they look like douches), the misfits, the restarts, the runaways, the smiths, the sonics, the stooges, the supremes, the unretarded (not a band), tones on tail, tonight julie's gown was designed by edith head, toronto, tri-state killing sprees, tropical vacations and other fabulous prizes, tsol, tulips, turbonegro, twelve - the number, uno, useless trivia, valium, various artists, vegetarian, vintage clothing, virgin of guadalupe, virgin prunes, vitamin water xxx, vivienne westwood, vladimir nabokov, vodka-anything really, wanda jackson, warsaw (the band), washing down my hater tots with haterade, wearing a shirt, white teddy (not a band), writttting, x from los angeles, young adult novels, your poetry blows. My opinions are fucking important. Here they are.

I'd like to meet:

My list is mostly people I know personally, or have met. Also serial killers, porn stars and some cult leaders. Bands I know / like, which means not your shitty band.

I'd like to meet money slaves. And pinheads. Someone who thinks my bad attitude is hot. (Everyone thinks my bad attitude is hot.) And then I think I'll meet my mom at Disneyland in 1968.

And of course:

Not to mention this one , but the inevitable folie a deux would result in our life sentences and Ann Rule using lots of Chem. 101 metaphors in her book about us which would include over 16 pages of shocking photos.

Music:

All of the punk / deathrock / new wave stuff I grew up with in the 80s, metal that's real, oh - 60s, and much more that I'm too lazy to list. I have a bunch of guilty pleasures too, that I should list someday. There's stuff up there. Read that. That's the problem, no one reads anymore.

Movies:

Horror, old noir, foreign, cheesy teen movies and odd independent films do it for me. I almost never have the stomach for "blockbusters." Oh yeah, and documentaries. I looove documentaries. Especially ones about animals or fucked-up people. Lately I'm revisiting my old Herschell Gordon Lewis / horror / teensploitation obsession. Oh, and it seems like approximately 70% of the movies I watch have the "Tartan - Asia Extreme" seal of headfuckery. And oddly, I want to crawl into this one and live for a while:

Television:

Don't watch it anymore. I watch everything on DVD, mostly BBC shows and cable shows. MAD MEN is my current favorite. Nighty Night (RIP). The Mighty Boosh. Sopranos (RIP). Six Feet Under (RIP). Dexter. Weeds. Adult Swim shows. Peep Show. CSI. Law and Order. To Catch a Predator, of course. My guilty pleasure right now is Footballers' Wives (waiting for series 4). Shut up.

Books:


Hubert Selby Jr., J.G. Ballard, Shirley Jackson, Joyce Carol Oates, H.P. Lovecraft, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Eloise, Flannery O'Connor, Sartre, Jean Genet, Emile Zola, Jim Goad, Ambrose Bierce, Baudelaire, Anne Sexton, true crime, How to Good-Bye Depression - If you constrict anus 100 times everyday. Malarkey? or Effective way? by Hiroyuki Nishigaki, The Day of the Locust, Bernard Malamud, Katherine Mansfield, Carson McCullers, Vladimir Nabokov, I Like You by Amy Sedaris ... more more more - just kidding, I can't read.

Heroes:

Hello Kitty; Alan Smithee; Takeru Kobayashi , who will reign again; Julia Davis; Tatiana the tiger - may she rest in peace; and of course myself for TC of fuckin' B and not believing in regret.

My Blog

NYC

My photos are finally up, but you might find them boring because I like taking pictures of buildings and animals and weird shit more than people.  Funny, because I like VIEWING photos of people m...
Posted by Julicide on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 09:28:00 PST

DRAWER PARTY!

Just kidding.
Posted by Julicide on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 10:12:00 PST

Why I only go so far in this world - a quick explanation via IM

Kim O: i was silently cracking up when you were talking to Dan and matter-of-factly smashing a plastic baby under your shoeKim O: it kinda made my dayJulie C: I had to see what was inside it RIGHT TH...
Posted by Julicide on Tue, 06 May 2008 02:31:00 PST

Nailed me!

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Posted by Julicide on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 08:57:00 PST

Love

I had - dare I say - a magical weekend and past couple of weeks with my friends.  I love you guys more than anything.  Thanks Gaytha, Maria, Mel, Aaron, David, Jerme, Helios, Jenn, Jax and a...
Posted by Julicide on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:31:00 PST

Doe Eyed and Yummified

Cupcakes at work.  Camera lost my face....
Posted by Julicide on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:35:00 PST

D/S/D Saturday

Drinking / shopping / drinking with your gay boyfriend is danger.  Granted, he did more damage than I because of his Rag and Bone jacket and can't-stop-touching-it Prada shirt ($1K for both) at B...
Posted by Julicide on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:07:00 PST

Hearts!

Dude.  (You know when I start off with "Dude" it's going to be good.) What's better than a valentine?  Lots of things.  Including an ENTIRE SCRAPBOOK of vintage valentines from the 1930...
Posted by Julicide on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 04:04:00 PST

Web 2.0verdose

Are any of you fine people on goodreads.com?  I joined a while back, ignored it, and then started actually adding books that I've read last night.  I like keeping a list of books I mean to r...
Posted by Julicide on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:27:00 PST

N Judah will eat me.

See?  What’d I tell you?  Tuesday night, I had drinks with the lovely Jackie V.  (Love you, Jax.)  It was a cold, cold night.  I took BART to the N instead of ...
Posted by Julicide on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:58:00 PST