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.



This “Baroque Four Seasons” is not what I expected. =/ I mean, granted, it IS relaxing… but I was expecting more standard classical music and less harpsichord. I only have myself to blame though. What did I really expect from Baroque music?

My back hurts, in the right shoulder-blade. Maybe writing at this time was a bad idea… =( Yeah, it was…

More tomorrow.



It was an ok day today. Very quiet for the most part. On the way back from dinner we were locked out for about 10 minutes while 2 inmates were arrested for cell phones.

Great. This is all we need, an excuse for them to raid us more. *eye roll* The main thing that keeps us from being sent back to B-Dorm is that we aren’t pulling the crap that they were pulling.. until now. =/

But, on the bright side, I was able to upgrade from a plastic covered mattress to cloth. Softer and better in the summer. Woot! :)

Anyway, off to read more Star Trek. Hopefully my books will come this Thursday or Friday.



Received lots of books today. :) Very happy about that. I had a 9:30 call-out at mental health, which didn’t actually see me until 10:30. Normally that wouldn’t be a big deal, but I had a property call-out at 10. :/

Luckily I was able to follow Ms. Peterson during 2nd yard and receive the books, but it fouled up my plan to mail the old books home. It looks like I’ll have to wait until Tuesday to do that. :/

Received my MP3 case and armband as well. Very happy about that.

A surprise was receiving my replacement electric razor. Ecstatic about that. :) :) :) Already did one pass, which removed quite a bit of stubble. I will do a 2nd pass tonight. So nice to be shaven, and I didn’t have to be scraped raw with clippers at the barber shop. :)

Anyway, looking forward to seeing Mom & Dad tomorrow. Off to shave.


P.S. – Pic figured out “Buck” was the one who ripped me off. “Buck” has checked in and will probably be sent to another camp. :(


Remembered two dreams I had last night. Weird how they came back to me in the middle of the day. =/

The first was set in our old Langhorne home. I was bringing a female friend home. Not for nookie or anything like that. She wasn’t a girlfriend, I know that. Just a friend who happened to be a girl.

Anyway, she met Elena, who was there for some reason. Then I have to leave the house for some reason. I’m not gone long, maybe 30 minutes. When I come back I find one girl straddling the others lap (I don’t remember who). They are kissing. Some might say lip locked.

I just stand in the doorway, frozen. When I can finally speak, I can just ask “Oh. So this is the way it’s gonna be, huh?” The girl on top breaks the kiss and says, unapologetically, “Yeah, it is.”

That woke me up in the night, I guess it was a nightmare. =/ Even in my dreams I pine for, but can never have, Elena. She’s always just outside my reach. =(

The second dream had me working for Geek Squad again, but Best Buy had gone out of business. So Geek Squad was acquired by Radio Shack, of all outfits.

So it was a busy time in the store, and I’m trying to keep ahead. Suddenly someone tells me the coffin cooler where the milk is stored has failed, and the milk is going to spoil. Yes, in the middle of Radio Shack was a coffin cooler with gallon jugs of milk in it. I feel the jugs and, sure enough, they are just below room temperature. The cooler failed a while ago. All I can think of is “I have no idea how to fix this!”. Yet I know I must, as Radio Shack now sells milk, and I don’t want to let my employer down.

Then I woke up. =/

It’s strange. I never used to remember my dreams. Now I am all of a sudden, and both deal with my being incapable of getting what I want. =(

On the other hand, today I really have an urge to learn how to solder. =/



MP3 player came!! :) Love this little device. Although Taylor Swift’s “We are never ever getting back together” is a little too catchy. ;)

Billy tried talking to me again today. I just ignored him. As I walked away I heard him mutter about “mother-fucking child molester”. Excuse me? Exactly who is it that stuck his dick in a 15-year-old? You know what they say about living in glass houses. >:(

Inspection of the room went flawlessly. :) Other people didn’t fare as well. Oh well.

Looking forward to Mom & Dad coming to visit tomorrow. Planning on gorging myself… well, slightly. ;)

Anyway, nothing else to really report. Write more tomorrow.



I would not was to be Billy right now. Swamp is plotting against him, Sin might be shortly after him, I’m pissed @ him, and a lot of my hallway (perhaps more) are upset with him. Oh! Pic is pissed at him too.

Who knew I had this many friends?

He borrowed my radio Friday evening, with instructions to return it Sunday morning. That didn’t happen. When I saw him at lunch he first tried to say it was stolen, then he sold it, then it was confiscated. I told him I didn’t care, he was responsible for it. He made some hint that there was nothing I could do, and that if I didn’t like it, I could fight him. I refused to be drawn into that.

Then he offered to take me to the officer who confiscated it. I tool him up on that offer. We walked back toward the chow hall, all the while him saying that since it was converted, it was contraband and we would go to confinement. I knew it was BS. Halfway to the chow hall he realized I had called his bluff. “Naw, I’m just fuckin’ with you dog.”

On the way back to A-dorm he kept saying how he knew people who wanted to kick my ass because of why I was here, and that he should just keep the radio.

I told him that both Swamp and Sin were looking out for me. To which he replied along the lines that it didn’t matter. I remember clearly him saying “Sin won’t do shit”.

I asked him to get the radio. He cautioned that the guards in the dorm would look at the radio and take it.

Damn, I’m too nice. :(

I said OK, bring it out 2nd yard. But, of course, we didn’t have a 2nd yard. =(

Pic grabbed the radio on the way back from dinner. Billy again tried to say he knew people who wanted to kick my ass. Pic replied “What business is that of yours? If they have a problem with Steve, tell them to see me.”

Bless Pic’s shiny bald head. :)

When I returned from dinner, Pic presented me with my radio on top of my locker.

It was at this time I knew something was wrong. The radio was in the case at a 90-degree angle. My name was not engraved on this unit, and another DC # was on it.

At first I thought Billy had traded out radios. Upon closer inspection, we saw that it was my unit, but Billy had sanded off my name and DC # from under the screen. He had scratched his DC # on to it, and had started to scratch “Zeismer” where my name used to be.

Obviously he had no intention of returning my radio. So he’s at the top of my shit-list.

The head phones were also broken, so I had to drop my selling price to Salazar from $20 to $15. =(

In the end, I’m glad that I got my radio back. But Billy tried to “play” me, and that will probably have to be answered eventually.

For the time being, I’m just going to avoid him. A ball has been set in motion where Billy will get his comeuppance soon enough. Mu-hahahahahaha! >:)



This is a game changer!

Needless to say, I preordered it. At $69.99 MSRP, who wouldn’t!?


Just letting everyone know I haven’t dropped off the face of the Earth. Lots of exciting developments have happened in my life over the last 2 months. More on those events tomorrow. Right now I’m tired, and desperately want to go to bed. =/

Stay tuned!



NOTE: I’d prefer to delete this, but you asked to see this. I’m fine right now. Really. :) 01/17/2012


How could I leave without saying goodbye to you?

Due to your situation, I didn’t want this part made public. Only you should be able to see it.

First, by the time you read this I should have made you a co-author on my blog. You will have access to see everything, and control on putting up any new posts, as well as taking down old ones. It’s up to you how you wish to use this. I will have deleted my password for this blog from my system, so my parents won’t be able to change anything. They will want their son’s suicide note to come down, but I believe it should remain a testament to the public on what the laws of protection are doing to un-convicted defendants.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t share this with you in life. The system is set up that if I wanted to protect my ass, the fewer people who knew the better. I couldn’t even talk to my parents about it. For almost three years I’ve suffered in silence. You have no comprehension the number of times I wanted to tell you, needed to tell you. But I couldn’t. Perhaps my greatest fear would be if you had been assigned to transcribe a deposition about my case. =/

I’m sorry that I was forced to take this path. I really didn’t want to. I held off as long as I could, but I felt the time had come when no other paths were left open to me.

I may have made some mistakes. Hell, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. Now you know why I was always beating myself up. My damned sense of morality and honor was kicking my teeth in every chance it could.

I’m sorry that I won’t get to hold you in my arms. That I won’t get to see the kids grow up. That we will never get the chance to sit on the porch swing and just enjoy the evening air. All that has been stolen from you. From us. I’m sorry.

I want you to know that I truly, fiercely, desperately love you. I’ve said it before, you loved me when I felt un-lovable. You loved me when I didn’t even love myself.

You were a single, shining, radiant point of light to me. To my last breath, I will thank whatever higher power there is that you came into my life.

I love you. Now. Forever.

“… comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.”


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