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 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.”



I’ve noticed a troubling trend on Facebook. Virtual boyfriends.

I’m really wondering if I should find it amusing or disturbing. I can accept Farmville, Puzzle Pirates, etc. But a virtual boyfriend?

I have a friend who updates her wall about she just had a hot date with him or he just bought her flowers/chocolate. Oh look! He just gave her a kiss!

At what point does this cross over into crazy-cat-lady territory??

I know this is the pot calling the kettle, but does this strike anyone else as a bit odd? Isn’t this one step from inventing a girlfriend/boyfriend????

I’m not sure why this works me up as much as it does. It also seems like she is resigning herself to being single, so she’s making up virtual boyfriends on Facebook. It’s in-your-face isolation. I’m pretty isolated myself, I’m man enough to admit it. But even I, the quintessential geek, won’t start broadcasting on Facebook that I’m not only single, but so starved for attention that I’ll start dating some pixels.

I leave that stuff for it’s proper place, my blog.


This blog was and is my therapy. I refuse to be bullied or scared away from my own safe haven. I won’t be posting as much public stuff, but I refuse to go through the rest of my life with my tail between my legs. >:(





This will be my final blog entry. I’ve found out that my ex-wife and mother are reading this.

This website was a place for me to put my thoughts.

It’s no longer safe anymore.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.




This is an indicator of how bad the education system is.


This is why the other countries are laughing at us.


Don’t even try. I have plugins that detect spam. Even if I didn’t, all comments are reviewed before anyone would be able to see them.

In short, stop fucking spamming this blog. It won’t do you any good.

Shorter-short: Fuck off!


So apparently this blog has attracted the notice of spammers. Just in the last 12 hours I’ve received over 35 new user registrations.

They are now deleted. I hate spammers. I’ve also killed the ability to register on the blog for AT LEAST 24 hours.

If I accidentally deleted you and you are NOT a spammer, please shoot me a message on Twitter.

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