A Little Something for the Fans

I get drunk, really fast. Enjoy this video. I'm unattractive and turn into a chauvinistic asshole.

Blog Protective Services

      I've been neglectful of this blog. I haven't been giving it the TLC it deserves. I've been busy with Uncharted and it takes up a lot of time. Honestly, nothing exciting has been happening to me. My life is pretty boring right now. I've moved away from Rockford, but I'm already moving back. I've had no luck with work and now I'm just going to kill some time before leaving to Mississippi in December.
      I was surprised to see that this month I got a whole bunch of views, despite not having any new posts. So I figured people are coming along, I've gotta give them something to read. So I'll probably be posting on weekends or something, at least. This is the first blog I ever started so I should stick with it for as long as I can. Hope this post wasn't a complete bore!
     

Vacation: All I Ever Needed

Wilderness Indoor Water Park

      Imagine chilling in an over-sized townhouse, extremely spacious, a fire place in the living room, one in the master bedroom, a nice kitchen and a working dishwasher(something I can appreciate). Now, imagine that in walking distance, there are 3 different indoor waterparks. This is what I did this weekend in Wisconsin Dells, where I stayed at the Wilderness Lodge resort for 2 nights with my parents, my brothers and some cousins.

      It was a blast, unfortunately, that meant that I had to leave Uncharted unattended. It didn't completely fall off the map, but I had a few bands ticked that I took so long to get back to them. The vacation was much needed. I spent a lot of time in the waterparks and had a really good time. I was much too stressed, I didn't realize how nice it was to do absolutely nothing productive.

Well... What can I say? 

      I did a few questionable things, well, I smoked a lot of pot, but it was just to enhance my relaxation and intensify the water slides. Also, I found out that unless you live in the Midwest, The Dells aren't all that well known. Nobody I spoke to who lived on the coast knew what The Dells were, which was surprising, but after a little more thought, it didn't seem so ridiculous. In the Midwest, we really have nothing else going on, but shows, Chicago and The Dells(apparently).

      I'm back home now and back to being (somewhat) productive. Uncharted is doing a lot better than I expected, getting at least 30 views a day and it's definitely growing a lot faster than I'm comfortable with and am still looking for guest posters and whatnot. So let me know if you'd like to do a general piece on local music or if you want to pick from a handful of the bands in the midwest and write your own article about them, that'd be awesome, too!

      I just wanted to make sure I kept this page updated and that's really all that's going on. Oh yeah! I'm going to be doing my first live coverage of a music event in town and that's looking pretty exciting. I'll be covering a hiphop event in hopes of getting more hiphop artists interested in my blog!

~joeEFFINGmayo

Uncharted Area Music News

      Music is probably the only thing I can count on in a world filled with uncertainties. Long ago, I decided I would never work a 'regular' job. I needed variety and something fresh. Not only do I spend several hours listening to anything from classic Beatles to underground local bands with only friends to support them, but I'm trying to create a local music community from scratch. I call it Uncharted. 

The Blog Logo
In search of a new design!

      It's definitely a huge task for a 19-year-old, unemployed, college dropout to take on. Fortunately for me, I have lots of faith in the project and don't have any plans on slowing down. I've already made a tiny impression on some people in the area, specifically some bigger local bands. I've written over 10 articles already in the last couple of weeks.

      Let me try and explain, remember 'handful of friends' band I mentioned before? My general plan is to unite all these tiny unknown bands via a music blog. I write about these bands that are virtually invisible, they send their friends to the article link, they post comments and talk.

      If I could create a community using these bands and their fans as a foundation, not only could I bring together the local music scene, but I could expand the blog to cover the entire midwest!

      I decided on the name Uncharted because it was definitely very fitting. This is my main focus, of course there are several other projects I'm working on(music projects, other blog projects, etc.). I really don't know why I'm writing all this, maybe to finally have it typed out. Perhaps, I could use this as a mission statement to myself. Having it visible and public might motivate me when things are looking down.

~joeEFFINGmayo

(Originally posted on Goodblog)

Puzzle

      Life's a puzzle. Just when you think you've figured everything out, you find a piece is missing. I've recently started pursuing an interesting venture. I'm writing a few articles for Rockford's local Examiner.com page. While doing that, I've been adding articles to my Uncharted blog, a blog revolving around local music news.

      I've gotten fairly good at the whole thing, I just wish I had a little more to show for it. In the last two weeks, this little side project has earned me no more than 5 dollars. Oh well, I've got to start somewhere. $5 is more than zero.

      I'm trying to figure what to do, I've been looking for work, but not as thoroughly as I could be. The idea of being stuck in a factory job really irks me. It's definitely not something I want to be stuck doing 8 hours a day.

      I thought I'd try and fill you guys in, if any of you still have interest. joeEFFINGmayo Presents Uncharted. Also, changed the twitter name from GenoCyDeClimax to joeEFFINGmayo! Follow!

~joeEFFINGmayo

Life's a bench in a park covered in bird poop.

    Hello? Anyone here? Didn't think so. If I had readers, they would know that I've been struggling a bit. I've recently been looking for some kind of income opportunities. Several failed ideas later, I've decided to start writing articles about local artists and musicians, as well as events and venues.

    I've gotten the hang of it, with 2 articles already below my belt. The best part is that I can even be payed for views. Which would be very helpful in this time of need;. Of course, I still need a real job, apart from this side project. It's just a few extra bucks on the side.

    So, if you're feeling curious, check out my articles about local upcoming event, Feckbawlz Fest 2011, and/or about local battle rapper, Souless. Maybe even like it? I could use the support.

    In other news, I've been cutting back on crazy and dangerous. I'm even considering a name change. GenoCyDe portrays too much hate and violence, and honestly I don't fit the description. I may or may not revert back to a name I've used before, joeEFFINGmayo. Joe GenoCyDe or joeEFFINGmayo?

I believe you can check up on my articles here and follow me on twitter here. Mucho Love-o to all of you-o.

~Joe Undecided

The Cyst

    Hello, readers! I attempted to update all of you on what was going on in my life, but I did so through boring blog posts. For a few days, I thought I had a blister on my ass. When it popped and bled out for 20 minutes, I decided I needed to see a doctor.

    I am uninsured, and I don't know how much money I currently owe. I know that I need $250 before a doctor will see me about removing the cyst. The cyst isn't dangerous, but I would rather have it removed before I have to deal with another few days of pain and another hospital visit caused by another infection.

    Unfortunately, for the time being, I'm going to start writing sponsored blog posts. I will try to do them infrequently and try to keep them as honest and real as possible. I need the money and I assure you it's only for the time being. If it isn't worth the time or the money, I won't bother.

    Again, I hope you understand and don't judge me for it. I feel like a sell-out blogger.

~Joe GenoCyDe

P.S. schadenfreude refreshes the parts other beers cannot reach

Alcohol VS. Marijuana

    Just a few weeks ago, I was getting drunk most nights and being pretty reckless. Now, I'm playing it safe, cleaning and looking for work. Granted, I am high for a large percentage for the time. My brothers are pretty heavy into marijuana, hence giving me access to it virtually whenever I want.

    Being high is not even comparable to alcohol. Both of the substances have completely different side effects from each other, each with their own pros and cons. With alcohol, you want to get crazy, loosen up. You get confident and friendly.

    Marijuana, on the other hand, leaves you relaxed and completely calm. You notice things, your sense are a bit off and you seemingly appreciate odd things. It's kind of a quirky drug to me. I feel almost like a cartoon character when I'm high.

    So, I can't say I could choose between the two. I can appreciate both vices for different reasons. So I think I'm going to continue to use both.

~Joe G.

Lessons I've Learned: Nothing Lasts Forever

    As a child, I always had a new toy or item that caught my interest. I grew attached to all the cheap bells and whistles that came with them. I used to drain their battery power faster than cowards run for cover. One thing I slowly learned to accept was that more often than not, I would never get my batteries replaced.

    There were simply too many toys to keep up with. Whether I got the full use of the toy or was just unlucky, leaving the toy on in the toy box to find it completely drained by the time it was rediscovered. A few exceptions would be the few toys I would grow especially fond of, including but not limited to Gameboys, keychain lasers, and walkie talkies.

    This inevitable cycle constantly reminded 6 year old Joe that no matter how awesome a toy might be, it was bound to run out of batteries. If I was lucky, I'd get them replaced once or even twice, but in the long run, these toys weren't going to last forever.

    Learning this lesson would become a crucial part of surviving my childhood. A home life that would be filled with empty promises and overflowing with disappointment. A household that even on the greatest of days was tainted by the thin layer of impending doom, but we learned to enjoy things while they lasted and accepted it when good things just ran out of batteries.

Thank You

    We'd like to thank you for making a donation. We are very grateful of your kindness and hope you continue donating to Hardcore Climax's Heartcore Gives Back. In the future, we intend to set up regular donations to music and crisis foundations. 

    Again, we can not thank you enough. Feel free to keep in touch via email with myself or our project in general. Please and thank you!

Joe "GenoCyDe" Maynez

Heartcore Climax Founder

HardcoreGenoCyDe@Gmail.com

Heartcore Gives Back

HeartcoreGivesBack@Gmail.com

Heartcore Relief

    On a whim, I set up a donation page to help people effected by the current crisis in Japan. I don't know the tragic details because I haven't been able to get through a news article or blog about it. I don't even want to see the videos.

    The tragedy was the first crisis in my lifetime to hit close to home. One of my very best friends has family in Japan. She has been unable to contact these relatives and it caused me to put myself in her shoes. Knowing loved ones were involved in something this big, and being unable to contact them is something I can't even begin to understand.

Make a donation!

    I hope everyone involved is able to get through this tough time and wish them all the best. Please consider making a donation. I'm straightening out all the financial stuff as I type this.

    Ignore my next post, it's just a blog post that will be linked to after a donation has been made. It's a text post thanking them for their support.

~Joe GenoCyDe

Culture Shock

    I didn't realize I had been gone from home that long. My brothers have really taken on a new view on the world. In a home where it was understood that Lil Wayne was played loudly, no ifs, ands or buts about it.. Now Wayne's a swagger jacker and it's all about freestyle rap.

    If you don't know what I'm talking about, Freestyle rapping has quite the fanbase. My brothers specifically watch "Grind Time" on youtube, which includes freestyle rappers Fresco, Illusion-Z, Soul Khan, and more duking it out in 1-on-1 and 2-on-2 rap battles. I had never really heard about much of this rap battle business, I just thought 8 mile was as relevant as it was going to be. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

    I definitely have respect for these freestyle rappers, it seems hard to do what they do. Some of these guys get really personal. It's almost as if they all hate each other but play it cool, until it's time to write rhymes. Props to all those guys. I'm def going to include a few of my favorite videos below.

Fresco Vs Paperwerks

Fresco Vs Moodswangz

Fresco Vs Soul Khan

    Enjoy the videos, I know I did :]

~Joe G.

Joe Moves Out!

    As sort of a split second decision, I asked my parents if I could move back home. They said yes. I've been here nearly 3 days. I feel like an ambassador for alcoholism sent to research the ways of "The Herb", but secretly, I come from the ways of "The Herb" so this is just fucking awesome.

    In two days, I've already had the wonders of "O.G. Kush" and "Afghan Kush". My mind has taken a vacation. I'm way too chill to be writing a blog right now. I guess I'll be blogging about some pot stories in the near future. Look forward to that!

~Joe

Things I've Learned Living in a Basement

    The title says it all, I've learned quite a few things these last 9 months. I've been living in the basement of an old run-down house. I'm going to share them with you, so that you can learn from them.

    Despite what one might think, depending on where you are in the basement, anyone directly above you can hear everything you're doing. This is awkward on several occasions. Also, there's a strange phenomenon amongst women in this type of environment. When you tell them to be quiet, they really only get louder. I'm flattered, but everyone is asleep.

    Don't fuck with the spiders, and they won't fuck with you. It's an unspoken truce that has been going 9 months strong. There was one incident, I was overzealous, but it has since been resolved. We no longer speak of it. Remember, they were here first.

    After suffering a poop flood, the floor has become tainted and unwell. Anything that falls to the carpet is also tainted with a horrid stench. Think of it as The Bog of Eternal Stench from the movie Labyrinth. I've set up fallen pillows in positions I can use to hop around the room, I have yet to come up with a solution for the smell. It may have lessened, or I may have gotten used to it.

    These are the most important tips I could think of and hope you have all learned something. I'm hungover and thought it'd be a good idea if I let you in on the secrets of survival. Hope you enjoyed.

~Joe GenoCyDe

Zombie Outbreak: Operation Failure

    Thanks to video games and movies, I come from a generation that is just itching for a simple zombie outbreak to spread worldwide(myself included). Everyone thinks they'd survive, it'd be a great way to just reset the world, and everyone has considered population control at some point (Ever been to the DMV?).

    So I've been very ill these last couple of days and yesterday was no exception. I could hardly move or breathe for that matter. When I woke up, I had to pee really bad. I tried to open my eyes and sit up for a moment, but it wasn't working out for me. Somehow, my vision was shot. Everything was sepia toned and blurry, like a dramatic lifetime movie where my dad dies in a fire. Everything was quiet, any sound that was made was delayed and muffled.

    I stumbled across the room and managed to get up the stairs. This is when my mind went kind of nuts. Something felt very wrong. Zombies. That was my thought process. Something. Bad. Zombies.

    Oh well, after I used the bathroom and went back to sleep, I realized it wasn't my brightest moment. Fortunately, I feel much better today. Quickly doing some laundry so I can wash away the sickness I sweated out. I know, I know, there's nothing sexier than a sweaty man. Ladies, contain yourselves.

    Thought that was a nice little story you guys could enjoy. Still trying to keep up the awesomeness of my blog. Open to suggestions about things to talk about. I will have it be known that I don't much care for pop culture AKA Bieber's Haircut.

~Joe GenoCyDe

Typically Relative

    This last week has been pretty dull. Just been doing typical stuff. Luckily for me, my idea of typical isn't exactly the norm. Drinking and going to the movie theater or out to eat, typical. Being drunk by noon, typical. Typical is a pretty relative term. I'm glad that my idea of typical is pretty fun on paper, makes me seem much more exciting.

    I watched The King's Speech this week, while absolutely hammered. That was quite the experience, it's definitely better than I imagined it would be. Still, Inception should win the Oscar for best picture. Also, I've never spoken much of it, but indian food is my all time favorite kind of food, and we got a little drunk and went to and indian buffet. That was amazing, no lie.

     Probably going to do some laundry today. I hope so, I've been switching off between jeans and basketball shorts. No bueno, I'm gonna catch a cold or something. We're all out of booze, which is insane, because we just bought a handle of Jose Cuervo two days ago. Pacing isn't our strong suit. and just before that, we had another cheap handle of tequila and a fifth of whiskey. I don't see how we can avoid liver damage at this point.

    I really wish I had more to talk about, this post has been pretty boring and uneventful. Typically, I have something exciting to say, I have some kind of story ready for you guys. No luck this time around, I'll try to get into more dangerous situations.

    I'm going to go grab some grub. Give me a few topics I could possibly talk about in the near future, I need things to write about.

~Joe GenoCyDe

Sappy Valentine's Day

    So, tomorrow's the big day. The day lovely couples spend their day swooning over each other, some of them even write each other lovely little poems. Get each other gifts and candy, go out for dinner, maybe go watch a movie. Romance fills the air with the scent of Love.

    Me? I'll probably spend it drinking tequila in the basement in my boxers.

    I remember a time when I spent Valentines Day like everyone else. For example, once, I took a girlfriend to see the Friday The 13th remake. This was before I had given up on the idea of "True Love". She lived a bit out of town, so we agreed to meet at the theater. I showed up holding a giant fucking bear and an equally giant heart shaped box of chocolate. I looked like a goof.

    I fumbled around with this giant bear and chocolates, waiting for her to show up. She walked into the theater lobby and was so excited to see me holding this shit. I'm not sure, but I think we even brought the fucking thing into the movies with us.

    So, even I have been sucked into the whole Vday thing. It's hard to avoid. I think my biggest problem with the holiday is that it's all based on a superficial idea of what Love is supposed to be. Any shmuck can write a poem and claim that's how he feels.

    When I'm with you, nothing else matter.

My heart pounds through my chest at the mere thought of us.

Together.

A river of love for you pumps through my veins.

Your touch sends warm, unexplainable sensations through my body.

And all I can think of is how lucky I am to have you.

    See? I bet I could recite this poem to any girl without a Valentine and send her into a swooning abyss. Feel feel to slap that poem onto a bouquet of flowers. I just got you laid. 

    Don't get me wrong, I believe in Love. I don't, however, believe in "True Love." For a definition that fits my age demographic, I turned to Urban Dictionary. Click the link to get an idea of what people think of "True Love." Link

    It's all Hallmark bullshit. I also don't like the implication that the word "True" gives to Love. It implies that you were meant to be together. I believe you can be completely happy with a HUGE demographic (or not so huge if you suck). My definition of Love is this: Love is being about 75% happy with someone and not wanting to correct the quarter of them that sucks. Happiness consists of the 4 C's(compatibility, comfortability, compassion and sex). At no point in time does my idea of Love require hearts and candy.

    So fuck Valentine's day, stay home and have a movie day. Get comfortable on the couch with your valentine, talk, reminisce, and fuck. That's a perfectly fine Valentine's day if you ask me. Shit, I'll even take a tequila shot for you guys!

~Joe GenoCyDe

Ballerina Bitch Loses Her Mind

    We've been drinking, a lot. Just a few days ago, we got trashed and went to see Black Swan. Prior to seeing this movie, I had heard about the big lesbian sex scene and I really don't like sex for the sake of sex in movies, so I wasn't looking forward to that. It actually wasn't so bad, you don't actually see much, and there's a reason for the scene. So that movie wasn't so bad, I enjoyed it.

    And yesterday was a great success. Me and Darco had some whiskey and got on cam with a handful of fans. It was pretty awesome. I also made 20 bucks by selling the entire first season of That 70's Show. Things have been good lately. Today we've gotta help Darco's mom move some shit, gonna get paid for that. We have to do some laundry at the laundromat. So I'm going to be pretty busy for some of today.

    There really isn't much more to tell you guys, I updated our Purevolume page and Facebook updated our page, but I'll probably post about that on the Hardcore Climax Update blog.

~Joe GenoCyDe

It Could Be Worse: A Heroin Story

    As I've already said before in my most recent post, I have a been sick. Then, shortly after my near death (Exaggeration) sickness, I spend 10 hours sweeping. Think about that for a moment. I spent 6 hours sweeping without stopping, then lunch, than 3 and a half more hours consisting of more sweeping. It's sounds easy, but upload a video of you doing it, and then smile for the camera as you cross that "oh-so-easy" finish line.

    Anyway, I'm getting paid for that. So that's something. The basement is no longer flooded, but in it's final moments, the flood made sure to leave it's legacy behind. The carpet reeks of freshly slain feces. I think the lingering smell of waste and death give the room some character. I'm tempted to name the stench. (SN: I forgot it was Saturday.) I'll name it Terry.

    Also, first comment, awesome personal achievement! (Thank You, Quincy)

    Since we're all caught up, I'll type up the story of a lifetime. The same weekend we almost got shanked and left for dead HERE, I had a run-in with some pretty interesting dudes. Caution, I feel as though I might not look so brave in the moments I am going to describe to you, but damn it, I tried.

    It was a peaceful drunken Saturday at my Uncle's motel room (In his defense, it's a roomy motel, almost hotel-ly). I had cigarettes, but no lighter. In my drunken state, I was hitting on the women at the front desk. She wasn't attractive in the traditional sense, but my beer goggles would argue that it was "good enough". After my failed attempt to woo the older woman, police entered the lobby and I quickly walked away.

    I bumped into some regular looking guys, one of them was very short and friendly, the other was tall, quiet and apparently as drunk as I was. I asked them for a lighter and they emptied out their pockets. No dice. They invited me up to their room where they assured me they had a lighter. I followed them across the entire motel and they led me into the room. It was a regular room, just like my Uncle's and they had the tv going.

    I was handed a lighter and I cracked open the window. I thanked them and got to know them. They told me they had a friend in the shower, who was also living with them. The shorter guy, Alec, started talking to me about his situation (He lives in a motel, of course there's an explanation). He told me his girlfriend got pregnant with someone else's baby, that his mother sent him to rehab for smoking pot, he talked about moving to harder drugs and eventually being admitted into a hospital.

    I want you to understand that the guy I was speaking to didn't look a day over 20. He looked young, youthful and full of energy. He was funny and down to earth. So naturally, I think he's full of shit. I don't believe a word he says. I laughed it off and they offered me some of their cheap plastic fifth of whiskey. Of course, I take a few shots. I was completely fine, until I noticed the tall guy, J-something, start spacing out while watching Superbad. I started feeling a little uncomfortable.

    That's when it happens, the bathroom door opened and this tall, strung out, eminem looking dude walked out half naked. He threw a shirt on and introduced himself. I don't remember his name, I just remember feeling fear. This is it, they spilled all their secrets, they're not gonna let me leave. I'm dead. I composed myself the best I could and continued talking to them. All the while, Alec kept talking about how he got clean and his plans for the future and Eminem started looking at the ceiling and stretching like he was ready for liftoff. I managed to ask, "Are you cool, man?"

    "Heroin, man. Heroin."

    Pardon my french, but I damn near shit myself. Between his soul-cleansing shower and meeting me, this guy shot himself up with heroin. Not very many normal people can say that everyday. So, Alec is talking about 'bitches, and how they suck', Spacehead is intrigued by Superbad and Captain Heroin is getting ready to enter Tron. Things are not looking good for me. All I need is a way out. There was a knock at the door and I was completely swallowed by darkness.

    It was pitch black, the junkies had shut off the lights in panic (You thought it was something more epic, didn't you?). All I could hear were these idiots talking about how the police were in the lobby and fighting over who needs to answer the door. At that point in time, I'm either going to jail for associating myself with these junkies or dying. Of course, they managed to get Captain Heroin to answer the door, great logic. I could hear him talking, but I couldn't hear who he was talking to. I heard him say, "Who? No, he's not here," and damn near ran to the door.

    The lady at the front desk was kind enough to let my uncle know some junkies lead me away and were ready to rape me (Not really). But alas, I was rescued. I went back to my uncles room and had myself some beer before passing out. Good times.

Scariest moment of your life? Do tell.

~JoeGenoCyDe

Apologies

    Hey everyone! I've been sick for the last week and I'm starting to get better. I really haven't been doing much apart from light drinking and hanging around moping. Wait! Our basement AKA my bedroom is slightly flooded, mostly wet with poop water. That's a whole other story. Also, I still have to tell you guys about my run in with heroin addicts. I'm falling behind!

~JoeGenoCyDe

A Man's Got To Eat

    I got hungry, it was at this point when I realized there was no food. I burrowed through the cabinets (Burrowed, sarcasm, they're empty). I found a bag of rice and whipped up what I could with that.

     I made the rice, added 2 squares of cheese, salted it, added pepper, and topped it off with hot sauce. I'm expecting a call from the food network soon. There's a new cook in town.(I really can cook, but I had nothing to work with, forgive me)

~JoeGenoCyDe

Night of the Living Deadbeats

    Two nights ago, we went out to a very interesting party. It was a multi birthday keggar. We were one of the first ones there and I had a rough time starting a conversation with the antisocial "out-of-towners" (They were from the next town over, that's hardly classified as being from out of town). And the party started pretty lame. We wish the party would have just been lame.

    All of a sudden, waves of people started showing up. Not nice, inviting people, God no, we wish they would have at least been civil. Basically, it was the kind of party that drug dealers go to. I don't have a problem with their lifestyle, but when you're in a house filled wall-to-wall with them, you find Jesus (I also found a handful of "Snooki"s and a Bubba Sparks).

    After repenting for my sins, I decided I needed to play it cool. I soon discovered that head nodding was an international greeting in these social settings. I got hundreds of "What's good"s "Sup, Fam"s and "Hey, dude"s. I was doing good. I got confident enough to make jokes at some points, things were going well for me. I was still very uncomfortable, but I wasn't afraid of possible death (as much).

    All of a sudden everyone was being shushed. The police had just knocked on the door. In the confusion people started losing their minds. People were panicking about the idea of going to jail, people started climbing out windows, and some of them just started smoking weed. Things were quiet down in the basement until a fight broke out. That's when people started rushing up the stairs.

    When I finally got upstairs, I found Darco. He was very unhappy with our current situation and we talked about leaving once the cops were gone. It turned out they were only there to tell people to move their cars from traffic (apparently parallel parking is too hard to do). That's when another fight broke out. People went nuts, there was screaming, yelling, crying, it was insane. We finally got out of the house and we realized Darco left his coat. We went back and grabbed his coat, than took off.

    We didn't get as drunk as we thought, but it was probably for the better. We went home and went to sleep.

~JoeGenoCyDe

Late Night Post!

    If you follow this blog (which you don't), you'd know that I don't typically write posts this late. It's nearly 8:30 PM, and although not technically late, it's late for a blog post. I just felt that I needed to record something before the rest of this night commences. Darco is currently showering and getting ready for tonight. We have each already had a few drinks (close to 10 shots of Whiskey for Darco, slightly more for me). We spent the day drinking at the mall again.

    So we got drunk at the mall again. Now, we're getting ready for a party. Not just any party. A HUGE party. 200+ guests may be showing up and it's a keggar (So I'm told). Tonight could possibly be the end of Hardcore Climax. Possible incarceration and legal fees could cause the downfall of a band that was unable to reach it's prime. Also a slight chance of death, in which case, we will become a postmortem multi-platinum selling rock band.

    Just thought I'd set up the next (possibly grim) blog post. Keep us in your prayers!

~JoeGenoCyDe

Things Happen. Shit Happens, too.

    Darco and I went to the mall yesterday with two 44oz gas station sodas with about ten shots of Jose Cuervo each. Naturally, I was a little nervous, it was only a few days after my 22 shots from hell. I get down about halfway through my drink when we finally get out of the car. We stop at every other bench to sit and talk while we sip on our drink (drank in some social circles). We drink, check out women, eat food, it's a good time.

    We get bored of the mall atmosphere and head towards the nearest Best Buy. Darco is interested in God knows what, and my mindset at the time just wanted to play 'Epic Mickey' on the wii so we seperate. I eventually realize I look ridiculous, getting pissed off at the game for not letting me win, so I venture out to search for Darco. While looking for my band mate, I'm distracted by a keyboard aisle. I dick around on the instruments, realizing I've forgotten half the songs I've claimed to have known. I start playing '7 Nation Army' very loudly. Darco soon emerges from the depths of the electronics after hearing my beautiful rendition of the song. We play with the keyboards a bit longer before venturing off to find new adventures.

    We get to the Apple area and I start messing around on the internet. I pull up the band Purevolume page and start playing it loudly. I call out to Darco and act as if I just discovered the band. "Wow, dude! This band is great don't you think?" That goes on for a bit longer. Halfway through, I though it'd be a great idea to record a video and place it onto the iMac's background. We email ourselves the video and keep our webpage open on the largest iMac there.Shameless, but funny. We record another video on an iTouch or something, again plugging ourselves. We leave Best Buy, refill our gas station cup and head back to the mall. We notice a familiar car and get excited as we realize my uncle is in the mall somewhere.

    Shortly after our sudden rush of excitement, we realize we are running dangerously low on tequila. We each have about 4 shots and the bottle is empty. We sing a few musicals and then come up with a plan to find my uncle and convince him to buy a few drinks for the rest of the evening. We don't have to look very long, we barely walk into the mall when there he is with his wife. It doesn't really take much convincing, so we race them home. My uncle lives in a motel, so while in the lobby, I see Brad, someone I used to know from school. We catch up really quick and I find out he's living with his current girlfriend and her baby (not his). He tells me he just lost his job and I wish him good luck. I get to my uncle's room and he's playing his PS3 with Darco and they have their beers in hand. I grab a beer and watch them play some weird PS3 arcade-type game. Maybe 20 minutes later, there's a knock on the door. It's Brad.

   Brad has a large dish of food. He and his girlfriend sent over some food that they weren't going to eat. At first, we're just really glad that there's some food and it tastes great! We give Brad a beer and he hangs out for a bit before dismissing himself. We thank him and tell him we'll return the dish once we're through. It wasn't until half hour later, while delivering the dish, that I realized how nice of them it was.

    A thin girl with dark hair answers the door. I smile and ask if I've got the right room. She laughs and invites me in. I hand her the dish and thank her again for the food, after telling her how good it was. Brad is on the bed playing with the baby. The baby is adorable, I immediately want to pick him up, so I ask if I can and snatch him up once they gave me permission. The dopey baby won't stop staring at me, but he seems to be fine. They assure me that if he was upset, he'd be crying.

    While holding the baby, I learn more about their situation and it's not good. They are staying in the motel for a couple days and have no idea what happens after that. They have both lost their jobs and are clueless as to what to do next. I put the baby down during the conversation and he seems to stop staring. They fill me in on what brought them to this point. The baby starts laughing at me so naturally, I pick him back up. I feel as if I have been there for a bit too long, and excuse myself. I thank them for the food and compliment them on their baby (Brad loves him as his own). As I leave I wish them good luck and give them my number.

    I return to my Uncle's room and we watch a movie. When I get home, I've got a text from Brad. He's invited me over for breakfast in the morning and I politely decline his offer, telling him I probably won't be up too early. I thank him again and wish him all the luck in the world.

    That family gives me hope for humanity. They are at their lowest point, but still remember to be polite and considerate of other people. They don't have much to give, but give anyway. They are good people and I truly hope they find a way out of their jam.

~JoeGenoCyDe

Yesterday's Antics

    So, things have been pretty dull around here. I've been stuck in a nostalgic kick recently, I've spent countless hours playing Smackdown! Shut Your Mouth on the PS2 (You should probably skip to the next paragraph if you're not familiar with the game). I've created myself and Darco in the Create-A-Superstar mode. I've been playing the season mode as opposed to playing exhibition matches. I'm already more than halfway through the second season. I have the Undisputed, European and the Tag Team belts. Lame, I know.

    That's the gist of all the excitement I've had in the past few days, until yesterday. We bought a handle of New Amsterdam Gin early last week. We decided we would watch the latest Coen Brothers' film, True Grit, whilst intoxicated. That went swell. Great movie. Anyway, the following days consisted of Darco drinking up all the gin himself for I was not 'feeling it'.

    Darco decided that I needed to 'catch up' to him, meaning I needed to drink as much as he did in the days prior. 22 shots. No biggie, right? I decided I should do it all in one day, make life exciting, you only live once. Unfortunately, you only get one liver. We decided to make things even more exciting. While drinking, I would get on webcam, record my progress and tell a story. We did this so that we could gradually watch my downfall.
Also, it'd be a great way to show my future offspring where daddy started.

    I bought a 52 oz. Big Bubba mug from the Mobil Gas Station down the street ($7.50, but you can refill it for 85 cents. Why does it seem that the cent symbol no longer exists?). I filled it with Mountain Dew Red, drank about half of it, and then filled it with 22 shots of Jose Cuervo. The original plan was to slowly drink my 50/50 mix drink through the course of the day. I did it in less than an hour.

    I'm no stranger to blacking out, but yesterday was the first time my memory has been hazy. I kinda remember doing the videos. I also kinda remember Darco coming home. I remember going down the stairs, and that's it. It's as if I walked down the stairs into my blackout. I don't remember what I did when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I remember nothing.

    I woke up at around 1AM. I was shirtless and miserable. I was in bed. I don't normally sleep shirtless, so I feared the worst. Did I make an ass of myself? Flashes of me dancing like Gibby from iCarly flashed through my mind, but I don't think it actually happened. I crawled out of bed, literally. I felt like Hasselhoff looking for a cheeseburger. I didn't have to crawl far to find my shirt, traces of vomit were apparent on it. Great. I threw up at some point.

    I have no idea what happened. My only clue is a FB wallpost from Darco which read:

Haha, you better be alive tomorrow. Because these videos are amazing.


      I will get to the bottom of this mystery. Perhaps Darco will help me fill the gaps.

~GenoCyDe