So sorry Antigraviteers, we’ve left you in the lurch these past few months without any sage words for your troubled souls, but this month our group therapy session is back with a vengeance, as we bring you the one and only Mike IX Williams to tell you how it is. As the singer for NOLA’s most legendary hardcore band Eyehategod, Williams has become an icon around the planet as he carries the torches for all the boundary-pushers of society, from GG Allin to William S. Burroughs, Nietzsche, the Marquis de Sade and all who worship at the altar of sickness, despair and chaos… and do it so eloquently. EHG will be performing their annual Mardi Gras show on February 10th at Siberia and Williams will be reading selections from his poetry on Thursday, February 23rd at the Ogden Museum as part of the “Rock-n-Reading” series, featuring musicians who also dabble in the printed word. You can find out more at mikeix.com. Now how about some shock treatment?
I’ve been out of college for a year or so, just dicking around, working in a restaurant and I was planning on applying for law school, but now I’m thinking maybe I should do something else, like get a masters in History, since I’m thinking law isn’t really my thing. But then I was thinking maybe I shouldn’t go back to school at all… ~sigh~ I’m a mess. What do you think about post-graduate studies in general? What’s something I can study that will actually land me a job?
You think you’re a mess… ~deep heavy painful mournful nauseous sigh~ The closest I’ve ever come to university is in the ‘80s when we would sneak onto the Tulane campus and find our way down to WTUL, aggressively force some poor, pitiful starving DJ to play my horridly recorded rehearsal cassette of my latest band and then end it all by throwing a whiskey bottle through the basement window when they didn’t agree with our obnoxious requests. Anyway, I digress. I firmly suggest you get back into law studies 100%. Lawyers have the legal right to be conniving, scheming, manipulative, corrupt and SUPER fucking rich. You gotta go where the cash is at; you don’t wanna end up teaching History at some community college do you? Also, depending on which side you take in the field of justice– prosecution or defense– I may need your personal phone number and ask you to accept a collect call or two for me in the future.
I broke up with my girlfriend about two months ago and she still hasn’t moved all of her shit out of my apartment (we were living together). It’s really annoying because it’s like a huge wall of junk that I and my new roommate have to look at every day, and it’s taking up a lot of room. She keeps putting it off and giving me the run-around. What can I do to make her get her stuff out? I’m running out of patience!
This sounds like some TV Judge Mathis stuff, but listen closely to Judge IX. Is your new roommate your new girlfriend? That tends to make a big difference I think, right? My process would be as follows: Number One- dig through every bit of her property and see what you can keep for yourselves and what you should give away to pals for storage and labor fees. Number Two- start up that eBay account and get to work selling off her most valuable stuff… remember ALL profit goes to you. Number Three- raging bonfire!!! Number Four- contact the soon-to-be-lawyer from the above advice question and ask for legal assistance after the fact…
At what point should someone of adult age move out of their parents’ house?
Hmmm, seems like such an easy question, however, there’s so many ever-changing variables to actually answer this correctly. If you are the freeloading punk that’s living off the never-ending parental bank account and neither one of them is as much as mumbling a word or complaining: milk that bastard golden goose til it’s dried, mummified and withered to the death. Nothing beats a free bed and wireless internet. On the other hand, if you’re the Mom and Pop grain & supply house, feeding your 43 year-old Selena Gomez fan pervert son-in-law scrambled eggs and Cheerios eight to ten days a week, it’s time to kick him and your lazy ass daughter that he’s married to OUT! Bottom line– benefits to the benefactor.
