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So, I left my old place of residence, which at the time was just coming off a lockdown program. I packed up my stuff and moved here (you know how that went for me) and got here to my new residence, only to be placed on what is called orientation status. Basically I'm confined to my cell until I get cleared by the committee which makes sure I'm OK to be here, I don't have any enemies here, etc. That could last from a week to a month, depending on how long they take to get to you.

We spend a lot of time in the cell, which is way smaller than my last place. But I got lucky and after 8 days I got off orientation on Tuesday the 10th. I was cleared to go to dayroom, the yard, and programs. Wednesday rolls around and I get up and wait to go to breakfast. Here we have to walk to the chow hall, another annoyance. My last place brought us the food to our cells.

As I wait it gets later and later, and come to find out there was a stabbing in the chow hall before we were released....so we're on lockdown. I left a lockdown to be put on orientation, to get off of orientation to be put on lockdown the next morning. I swear, I can't win for losing.
But I will say there seem to be some Wiccan staff here, which is a plus.

There are two institutional movie channels and we get two movies a week that play on a rotating loop. The week I got here we had the same two movies I saw the week before at my old place, so that sucked. But this week we had "Red", a decent action movie with Bruce Willis, and it was funnier than I thought it would be. Then there is my new obsession movie, "The Romantics", with Katie Holmes and Josh Duhamel. I can't stop watching it! The dialog, the music, it's a great movie. It's one of the best movies artistically I've seen in years; the main drama between Josh Duhamel and Katie Holmes is spectacular. I had to write down half the movie lines so I wouldn't forget them. The back and forth mixed in with classical poetry...I mean you don't get lines like

"Forlorn, the very word is like a bell tolling me back from there to my soul self. Adieu. The fancy cannot chat so well as she is famed to do, deceiving Elf. Adieu, adieu.

The plaintiff anthem fades past the near meadows over the still stream up the hillside and now 'tis buried deep in the next valley glades. Was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music, do I wake or do I sleep?"


Mixed in with other lines like "Nights so fun they explain the evolutionary purpose of talking" delivered by Katie Holmes perfectly. If you haven't seen it, definitely worth a watch.
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My latest misadventures all started the night of the royal wedding. Having been too young to watch Diana's wedding, I wanted to catch this one. I knew I couldn't stay up, so I went to sleep around 11, and left it up to my internal clock to work. At 3am, for whatever reason, I woke up.

Now I'm on the west coast (for those who don't know), so Kate was still in the car, nobody had seen the dress, so I caught it at the right time. I watched the wedding (very old-testament, wasn't it) and ended up catching maybe an hour of sleep before breakfast. As you can imagine I was exhausted , then my door opens and I have to go to R&R (Receiving and Release) to inventory and pack my stuff for transferring (to Corcoran). I was not looking forward to this process.

I go up, pack all my worldly possessions into the 3 designated boxes (that's all you're allowed) and sent what wouldn't fit into those boxes home. Now because I packed on a Friday, and I left on a Monday, I spent the whole weekend stressing out. What kind of program are they going to have, what people will be there, what property will I lose, etc.

I couldn't sleep Sunday, so I stayed up all night. I left my cell around 4aam, sat in a holding tank until 6am, then took a 30 minute ride to my new prison. I sat in another holding tank until 1pm, when I finally got my property. Come to find out that after we inventoried and packed all my property the officers went back into my stuff and stole a bunch of my property.

They took my coffee mug, my books of stamps, almost $1,000 worth of "Rifts" (Role-playing books), personal letters, books, all kinds of stuff. No sheet saying why they took it....they just stole my stuff. On top of that, after they stole my stuff, they made a new inventory sheet, one I didn't sign like the procedure says, so it looked like all my stuff was there! They forged the paperwork and robbed me...and *I'm* considered the criminal!

Then I got here (in Corcoran). They took my gaming dice, scratched my TV, took a bunch more stuff (including incense used for religious ceremonies), and basically threw a fit I had hid incense in my property. So they took a bunch more of my stuff.

Now I sit, in a more screwed up place than I left, with most of my stuff stolen or confiscated. This sucks ass! It took years to build my book collection, now I have to start over. CDCr is nothing but organized crime.

So that was my royal wedding experience. The wedding was cool, the rest, not so much...

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