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I was at the store today and found myself walking behind a male who was choosing to sag his jeans. I noticed something, he was walking weirdly. I can’t quite call it a duck-walk. But, I theorize, do to his sagged jeans, he was swinging his feet out further than what is a normal gait. It was like his knee was a ball-joint, rather than a hinge. It was strange. Then I went home a did a little research. It’s been theorized that “sagging” can lead to sexual disfunction and “improper gait”.

So, those who would sag, for your health and our sanity.. don’t. Just don’t.

~S

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Starting with the November 20th, 2012 post, readers will note that a new category has been added, which I like to call “Garibaldi-isms”.

So what exactly is a “Garibaldi-ism”? Well, it’s named after a character from Babylon 5, Michael Garibaldi, who had this notable scene during the 1st season of the show.

In short, a Garibaldi-ism is when I’m thinking weird stuff, off the wall stuff, thinking great thoughts… excuse me, lapsed into a little Zathras there. ;)

They aren’t meant to be taken seriously. It’s me musing things through. Usually they are humorous, but sometimes with a grain of something to make you ponder as well.

Usually I get great amusement from rereading my Garibaldi-isms, and I hope you will too.

~S

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Very aggravated right now. Can people NOT construct a sentence without using “fucking” within it!?! Ugh!

I mean, I’m not a prude or anything, but this crude language is getting to me. It makes me almost want to cry with how often it’s slung around. It makes me want to sleep, I just want to avoid having to hear every 5th word being “fuckin’ this” and “fuckin’ that”.

Please, Lord, save me from this place. Save me from bashing my skull against the wall, just to escape. Save me from myself. =(

Short today. Having trouble holding it together. Gonna try to read and take my mind out of here.

~S

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Finally we were able to get out to the “yard” today. The previous two days we were locked down for yard because of the “cherry picker” on the compound changing out light bulbs in the poles. Why they do this when the days are getting longer (vs winter and shorter) is anyone’s guess. Typical DoC thinking.

Speaking of DoC thinking, I’ve realized the entire system is set up against me, hoping I fail. This isn’t paranoia (and even if it was, I wouldn’t recognize it as such), but a designed effort to set us at odds with staff.

Instead of helping us respect authority, to live within the bounds proscribed, we are ordered around by caricatures of everything that would make us wish to rebel. “Eat now, taste it later!”, “Stand over here. Now over there!”, “No talking in line!”, “Stay to the right of the yellow line!”, “Pick up trash!”, and being yelled at by the most vocal voice in the chow-hall that there should be no talking in the chow-hall.

It teaches us to resent all authority, to look for ways to break the rules, to train us that rules are arbitrarily laid down without a governing reason behind them.

Can you think of anything more at odds with rehabilitation?

~S

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A thought occurred to me while watching “Jerry Springer”. (I know, such high-brow entertainment!)

Erina has chosen to estrange herself from myself and my parents. Myself I can somewhat understand, even if I don’t agree with it. But to cut off Mom & Dad is stupidity.

Not only have they done nothing to deserve it, but they are the last link she has to her father, besides myself. Sooner or later she’s going to want to learn of him. Her time is limited, as is all of ours. If she doesn’t want to speak to me, she NEEDS to talk to them. KFC was too young to really remember him, Karen is too loopy, I think, to be a credible source. Her mother is also a biased source.

If it was just her ass, so to speak, on the line, I would say she reaps what she sows. But Matthew deserved better than that. He deserves to be remembered. His children should know him. =/

~S

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“Super-Bowl Sauce” smells soooo good. :) Very garlic-y.

So, hopefully Scrabble set tomorrow. When I would play with Jennifer, I hated the game. She would trounce me every time, and it felt like she would belittle me. It’s strange. For someone with as large a vocabulary as I have, you would think I would do better at a game like Scrabble. =/

Been having this weird symptom over the past week. It’s only noticeable when I’m writing, but occasionally my eyes will rapidly go the entire range of motion left to right and left again at random. Actually, they run the range of motion two or three times. This is uncontrollable by myself. It barely disrupts my train of thought, but I would be lying if I said it didn’t at all. =/

I must keep tabs on it. =/ Hell, even if it gets worse, I don’t expect to get any help from Dr. Mayo. :(

~S

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Today is the one year anniversary of when I tried to kill myself. Spent a lot of the day reflecting. At 10am I was startled to think “one year ago, at this time, I was drinking my death drink.” It was kinda weird. Actually, no kinda about it, it was weird.

“The Church of Jesus Christ” service last night was a disappointment. I was really hoping it would have been an LDS service, but I guess I’ll have to wait until the New Year for that.

Brrrrr! It’s turned cold again. Yesterday was a pleasant night, now it’s chilly again. I wish the weather would make up it’s mind! Now I’m going to have to turn my mattress around again. =/

Ok. Enough for tonight. Time to turn my mattress around and read some scriptures.

~S

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Wow. Been a while since I’ve written. Fell off the wagon and started putting pen to paper for “Oroboros”. Feel dirty, but glad at the same time to get it out of my head. Didn’t finish it, but keeping it around in case it rears it’s head again.

Reading lots of scriptures, along with President Monson’s books, Kingdom and the Crown 2, and re-reading Atlas Shrugged. Trying to stay busy.

Oh, Happy Birthday to me!! Strange to think of myself as 38. :/

Nothing really major to report. Days are flowing by, some slow, some quickly. “Like sand through an hourglass… these are the days of our lives”. *eye roll*

Ok, off to burrow under the covers and try to stay warm. The weather has turned suddenly cold over the past week. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was December.. oh.. wait.. ;)

~S

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Laundry & sheet day today. Hopefully my damp sheets will have dried sufficiently before bed. =/

It was actually a pretty nice day today. It started out chilly, then turned beautiful, now it’s turning chilly again. If the sheets are wet, this does not bode will for our hero.

Two questions from today:

  1. Why is there a phrase “As drunk as a skunk”? How drunk are skunks exactly. Is there an epidemic of alcoholism and cirrhosis of the liver in skunks? Is the famous odor of skunk simply a fart from too much beer? Or do skunks prefer wine or liquor? It can’t be just because skunk and drunk rhyme, can it?
  2. Why do testicles hurt so much from glancing blows, let alone full impact? You would think placing such a sensitive, nerve packed organ in such an easily injured spot is either poor design or bad evolutionary practice. =/

~S

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Feeling a little better mentally this morning. I won’t be able to write much at the moment, this autobiography/memoir task is looming down my neck. Bringing back painful memories. =/

~S

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