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.

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

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

GenoCyDe: An Introduction

      The first post. The post that never was. This is the post where I should probably introduce myself. Give you some information about what this blog will be about. This is where I introduce an obsession I have that may come up every few posts. The funny thing about this post is that nobody will read it. Chances are no one will see this blog until I have several more posts. So this post is redundancy at it's finest, but we need to start somewhere, right?

      I am GenoCyDe. I am in a band. I like movies and I like music. I suppose I will talk about all these things. I might even rant a little bit. This is my blog, and therefore I am free to talk about whatever it is my heart desires. I have no obsessions, only pet peeves. You'll figure that out soon enough. I smoke and I drink.  I am unhealthy and it'll stay this way until further notice. Although I use an apathetic tone, I am far from apathetic. I have opinions and beliefs, but I cannot say that I've found a cause. Perhaps one day, but as of now, I live my life for myself. Call it selfish, but I'm far too young to devote my life to anything other than myself.

      I suppose that concludes my invisible first post. If you read this, good for you. I suppose I appreciate it, that means that somehow, I've sparked an interest. I hope I continue to do so.

~ GenoCyDe

P.S. I like signing my name after every posts. It's just a habit I never grew out of.