Posts tagged with “Stories”.


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.



A little tired at the moment, but it might be food coma. ;)

Picked up “Ouroboros” yesterday. Wrote about a page, and even that took me/the story in an unexpected direction. Not bad, just didn’t see it coming. Don’t know if it’s good that I write with no definite purpose, just a general direction. But, then again, it shows my characters have their own voices. Strange.

I’m kinda slogging through a rough spot in the story. I know in general where the story should go, but to get there is where I’m having trouble. I don’t think I’ll have any issues moving the story along once I’m there. :/

Anyway, enough for now. Nose has started to drip like a faucet. :(



Didn’t journal yesterday. Mania was in full force.

Which also meant I didn’t talk about the great faceplant of February 2013. ;) Nose is still sensitive. Left palm is sore. Right edge of hand sore. Good thing I’ve given up jerking off while in prison. Hehehehe. Also, left pinky still complaining from the “bite” my locker gave it.

All-in-all, not a good day for Steve’s body. Yet I was still in an overjoyed mood.

On a more positive note, parents should be visiting me today! Yay! Hehehehehe. I’m sure their first reaction to my nose is to ask if it collided with a fist. ;)

Oh!, and I also “had my ears lowered”. Very drafty now. lol

Oh! x2, also received my colored pencils yesterday. Expensive, but worth it.

Anyway, gonna read and relax until called for “viso”.



So apparently Bubba “hates me & everything I stand for”. *eye roll* All because, during the walk to dinner chow tonight, he was saying how he was gonna die in prison and so was the person he was talking to. I turned to the guy next to me and said “I don’t plan to die in prison. Do you intend to die here?”

Yeah, oh well. He spoke to me in the small TV room and said if I ever butt into his conversation again, he’ll punch my face right then and there.

Most of me thinks it’s a bluff. I really wanted to tell him to take a swing, but I listened to the better angels of my nature.

Afterward, I prayed on how the Lord would want me to handle it if he keeps pressing. The whole “I told you not to bite, I didn’t say not to hiss“. But “Turn the other cheek” came to my mind very quickly. I questioned it to make sure it’s what Heavenly Father wanted me to do, and it wasn’t of my own mind. The message was repeated.

I prayed Bubba would find peace & comfort. I thanked Heavenly Father for keeping me safe.

More later? Four entries in one day??



Money came through. :) Paid Pic to be my maid for February. He wins, I win, everyone wins.

Hopefully song credits will show up in the next day or two. Looking forward to having more than 9 songs to listen to.

Had medical call out today. Pointless. TB check-up, but I had one 2 weeks ago. Also have one tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully that one will be my test results.

Have to “tighten up”. =/ Didn’t hear the officer call recall today. So I was happily watching “That 70’s Show” when he came in and asked what I was doing. “Just watching TV, sir”. “It’s recall”. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t hear you call it.”

That’s like what the other guy got sent to confinement for. =/

Gotta be more careful. I’ve had way too much excitement recently for my liking.

Gee.. when did I become an old man?



I had a very weird dream last night. Very weird, and very gay… involving Billy. Thankfully I didn’t dream of myself being a participant. It was some museum-ish place, where you could watch as much porn and live sex as you wanted, but the cost of admission was you had to watch the act at the end of the museum. It was Billy giving and receiving oral sex, then receiving a facial. Ewwwwww! :( Perhaps either Pic or Swamp referred to him as a “cock-sucker” before I fell asleep, and my mind went “Okay!”. *shudder*

That was a bad start to the morning, then, after breakfast, I decided to hook up my MP3 player to the kiosk to see if my ordered music was available. The good news is that it was. The bad news is that I wasn’t supposed to be at the canteen at that time. Oooops! The officer from A-Dorm placed me in handcuffs and wanted to send me to “the box”. Thankfully, Sgt. Campbell intervened and took me to Capt. Reed. After a brief chewing out, which I brown-nosed profusely during, I was released. Whew!

All in all, not a great morning. =/

More about the visit in tonight’s entry.



Soooo bored. We had a “fire drill” tonight. I think it was just an excuse for random pat-downs. *shrug*

Personally, I wouldn’t be opposed to fire drills whenever the officers notice smoking. Make it so much of a hassle… eh, who am I kidding? The inmates are going to smoke anyway.

I really think a lot of it is “Oooooh! Look what I’m getting away with!”. The “rips” barely have any tobacco in them. =/ So the smokers aren’t really getting a nicotine fix.

I must remember, when I get out, to add the whole wisk commercial shoot fiasco to my autobiography. Yeah, that was real smart on my part. A girl says I smell, and I say I’ll go away if she has sex with me. *eye roll*

God, I can be so stupid.



Nothing major to really report. Life continues on the same as ever. The above normal temperatures should abate, at least temporarily. A cold front is pushing through.

Billy tried to engage me in conversation yesterday on the way back from 2nd yard. I just held up my hand and said “I have nothing to say to you.”

That didn’t sit well with Billy, as I heard him muttering “M@ther F#cker” behind me. Oh well. I won’t try to harm him, but I’ll be damned if he thinks I’m going to be his friend after this.

Anyway, off to read Atlas Shrugged. I’m in the center of the John Galt monologue. 29 pages to go before Ayn Rand settles back into the story.

Hell, it’s my 4th reading of it. I knew it was coming, and it is a philosophy book after all. ;)



I was woken up around 2am (I think) by a guard who wanted me to come to the officers station. Once in there, they asked me to close the door and proceeded to ask if I had submitted an inmate request stating my room-mate (Pic) was going to harm a guard.

Ahhhh! So that’s how Billy was going to come at us. How…. ham-fisted.

Of course, it being true that Pic had made no such threats, I emphatically stated: No, that I never made such a request. The guard dialed on the phone and said into the receiver “That’s a no”. I was then dismissed to return to bed.

Now, who could sleep when a friend (and protector) is possibly being rail roaded? But should I wake up Pic? I thought about it for a good 20 minutes, and providence smiled upon me. Pic got up to pee.

Once he returned to bed, I grabbed his attention and filled him in on this recent development.

Note to future inmates: Trying to “jam-up” another inmates time is a REALLY┬ábad idea. ;)

So, after discussing it for a while, Pic and I went up to the officer’s station to let them know that this “request” was a retaliation by Billy because of the radio.

The guard pretty much said (if not exactly said) “Why are you telling me this? It’s over.”

Ok. If it’s over, it’s over. Good enough for Pic, good enough for me. We returned to our bunks.

Still, I wonder how Pic will handle this? Mu-hahahahahaha.

He’s promised me to not tell anyone, not even Swamp.



Dreamed about confronting Billy last night. Guess it’s to be expected, as his betrayal was on my mind.

Spoke w/ Adam today. He’s glad to be rid of Billy as well. I get the impression he only tolerated him for my sake. Hope he’s as good a friend as I suspect him to be. =/

One thing I learned from Adam was that Billy was saying he took the radio from “a baby raper with a 20 year sentence.” *eye roll*

I love how I’ve become more nefarious and twisted with each iteration on =/

I’m especially amused that this is coming from Billy, who is also a sex offender, having slept with a 15-year old girl.

Both Swamp and Sin are going to be assisting to ensure no harm comes to me. Swamp is especially spear-heading it with a frightening glee. Mu-hahahahaha.

Billy tried to grab my attention during lunch today. I just held up my hand and said I didn’t want to hear it. He tried several times, but I just kept cutting him off. He was in row 5, I in row 3. He’s obviously trying to back pedal. He has reason to be concerned. If only half of what I suspect is planned for him comes to fruition, he will be a very unhappy individual.

We originally thought he had stayed in A-dorm during 2nd yard, but then I saw him re-entering the dorm at the end of rec. So I guess he was hiding. Or plotting. *shrug*

Why do I suspect he’s going to check in soon? >:)