[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 9]
Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 19, 2021 9:42 PM
> She planted it in your young consciousness, knowing that someday you would get the reference, and wonder exactly what you are wondering.
Well, if she were THAT smart, she sure hid it very well.
Oh, I get it: she’s another bodhisattva, who very often DO plant the seed of a joke in your mind, that is not programmed to sprout until years later…maybe even up till moments before you croak on your death bed. They are superlative tricksters. Maybe that makes up for their being such lousy blow job “artistes,” but I beg to differ.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: That would be a terrible thing…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:32 AM
…if the pooches die from onion toxicity. But it’s not in the cards for that to happen. However, my informing Deek to keep a close watch on them (and if they get sick, rush them to the SPCA emergency clinic) may wake him up to how precious they are, and how DANGEROUS it is to keep these two, darling brindlekin on the streets. SO many dangers. Grapes and raisins are even MORE toxic…and there are CHICKEN BONES cast everywhere onto our streets and sidewalks! Not to mention all the OTHER unpredictable, potential horrors around every corner. I did NOT mention to him, that the SPCA offers very LIMITED services to homeless dogs, such as surgery…they just let them suffer or die. I’m pretty sure that includes emergency treatment for food poisoning, as regarding onion or garlic ingestion of a dangerous amount (a quarter cup for 20-pound pups) usually requires a blood transfusion.
I had to create a Gmail subscription for Deek, in order for his apps to automatically update, and other Android features to function properly. So I just emailed him a link to an article about onions being dangerous for canines. He doesn’t read very well, but he can have the smartphone recite it TO him. I’m not sure if it’s set up to do that yet, so I’ll make sure it’s working right, next time he hands me the phone for a recharge. He doesn’t even know how to do email, but the phone should automatically pop up a notice that he can simply tap on, in order to read my important message. I COULD just voice-call him, but that might freak him out if I further discuss the issue. Besides, sending an email will help him get a bit more familiar with a smartphone’s many capabilities beyond his present, simple usage.
I ALSO like the convenience of his calling me first, before dropping over. For that reason, I changed my DSL service from instantly routing calls to voicemail, to letting the phone ring four times before it does that. Keep your fingers crossed that he DOESN’T lose the phone any time soon! So many things to worry about, between him and his quadruped cherubs, I’d become a gibbering, nervous wreck if I didn’t just put my faith in a higher force, albeit reptilian. The scales on the back of my neck are standing up at the thought of such a startling revelation! Not because it scares me, but because my immense gratitude is a thrilling epiphany.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: [MCN-Announce]- Ode to a Doggy’s Paw
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:41 AM
> Thanks for the timely dispatch!
I AM the messenger.
> I’m glad to report that the Iron Empress has had her two vaccinations.
More importantly, iron is cheap and common, unlike your own noble self. Which is why you shall shortly be upgraded to OSMIUM Empress.
> It’s not going to change her behavior; she LIKES wearing a mask and not pressing the flesh of the rabble.
I like it, too, because it hides my rotten teeth when I speak, and my old-man wattle.
– Zeke K-Holmes, extraordinaire imm-poe-SEE-blay
Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 11:46 AM
> You inherited your brains from somebody up there in the ol’ family tree! Maybe not her, but somebody!
Most likely burned at the stake outside of Glasgow.
Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 1:29 PM
> Or Hackensack…
Nope…I’m way too gothic-romantic to be burned alive in or near a town with such a crass name. Or such a crass nation, for that matter.
> Seriously: had raisin bread with cream cheese for breakfast. Mmm-mmm good.
But was it Alvarez Street or Ezekiel 4:9 brand? Any other raisin bread is not Lizard-Kosher approved…not even fit for their human pets, as far as they’re concerned.
> Have the 20-min. YouTube just for me cued up; couldn’t get to it yesterday. Want to be able to watch it uninterrupted!
It’s a nice little piece of video vérité, (as Lisa Harwood kindly described my YT work, in a recent email) and will always be up there for your viewing pleasure, mon bon ami. Here’s my latest video I just uploaded a moment ago…’tis but a half-minute long and called “A New Ghost Haunts My Building.” Be sure to read the description, as it imparts so much more intrigue than just the video itself.
DESCRIPTION OF ABOVE VIDEO
On my way to the shared restroom to take a shower, I unexpectedly came across my 3-days-deceased neighbor Todd’s room being emptied of all his possessions, in preparation for the next hapless soul to occupy that accursed hovel. I imagine our newest ghost to haunt this spooky old apartment building will be a rather nasty one, possibly a poltergeist, as Todd himself was a most unpleasant sort. Barely a week after he moved in, back in 2004, he banged on the restroom door while I was inside, accusing me of doing something horrible. He never let me explain how wrong he was, and has never talked to me since, but did go out of his way to spread hateful gossip about me, to other residents. 11 friggin years I had to put up with this wicked, low-IQ pinhead! Well, good riddance is all I have to say to that…sharing the lavatory with him was an experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. Though now that he is a spirit and no longer flesh, it’s possible that, finally realizing how poorly he treated me, he will become a most helpful ally from beyond the veil! Though I wouldn’t bet so much as a ha’penny on that. Nor do I really believe in ghosts…just advanced reptilian guardians from a distant galaxy, who enjoy acting out the part. All glory to the hypno-lizard!
Re: Yes, he’s dead.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 2:11 PM
> Ezekiel.
Excellent! Named after moi of course. Oh the synchronicity! :D
Re: A Miracle on Market Street [chapter 8, book 3 of my Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 20, 2021 3:18 PM
> My main theory of reality is that there are no actual laws of physics, that Chaos is King, of uncaused realities, that the laws of physics are an illusion true only for a tiny subset of Infinite reality that comes in many forms and many laws.
And MY theory is that it’s all run by highly intelligent dinosaurs that create the illusion of chaos, while all is actually well ordered in a most artistic manner. And until humanity matures enough to make the ultimate breakthrough, NO scientist, mathematician, philosopher, or anyone else will be capable of discovering this unchanging truth. There are only a handful of people in this world who KNOW The Scaly Revelation at any given time, and only because our Reptilian Overlords have made it so. They have chosen moi to be one such incredibly fortunate anthropoid to number among these privileged entities…and have been my closest guardians since the day I was born in some dingy Brooklyn hospital, which burned down some months later, and destroyed all the birth records.
AND they have informed me CLEARLY that this breakthrough of our species will happen SOME time this year. They refuse to tell me exactly WHEN, but assure me that it will have all been accomplished shortly before the end of this year, though more likely sooner. So here’s what I get out of this:
World recognition for yours truly will arise sometime between April 1st and July 31st. During which time ALL my writing will be released across the globe as various books contained in the greater volume called “The Final Testament.” Beautifully decorated in Art Deco style illuminated manuscript, with many fairy-tale designs thrown in. The books will be FREE to all people, as money will be irrelevant by then. A NEW financial arrangement will be set up, where EVERYONE will live comfortably, happily, and fulfilled…minus capitalism.
After that, monumental changes will erupt across the globe, and the Reptilians will make themselves known. We will settle down into an entirely NEW reality well ahead of the holiday season, which will be renamed “Brindlefest,” and moved up from December 25th to the 30th (which is my Randolph’s birthday). That’s MY story, and I’m stickin’ to it.
Sincerely,
Ezekiel J. Krahlin
Re: A Miracle on Market Street [chapter 8, book 3 of my Brindlekin Tales]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: March 20, 2021 4:02 PM
> I should be very pleased if things transpire as you have described!
So would everyone else on the planet. The absolutely impossible suddenly becomes possible. I’ve done two hilarious parodies of this on two of my “recipe” videos (which are not cooking shows at all, but rather subversive):
Zeke’s EZ Toasted Raisin Bread Breakfast (less than 4 mins.)
Zeke’s EZ Wholesome Nut & Seed Oatmeal Breakfast (less than 17 mins.)
– Ezekiel
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Subject: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 7:25 PM
Deek just called to me a short while ago, asked me to watch the dogs tonight. Maybe he won’t return until tomorrow. He wants to ride his bike around and, in general, take a break from the pups. It was really a nice conversation, and he thanked me for watching over them so well, and I thanked him for trusting me…and off we went like the wind: me and the two brindlekin, their tails wagging like curly whips while straining on the leashes to rush back hovel. Then their joyful run up the stairs, up and down the hallway for a few rounds, then smashing into my door and scratching on it, begging to get inside. Their sweet playtime on the bed, my giving them a few ducky treats, and then they crashed out into doggy dreamland.
All this I thought I was capturing on video, eager to transfer it to my laptop, and go to work on them. Alas! The micro SD card was not embedded, it was sticking partway out…thus nothing was recorded. Those were some awesome moments, gone forever. (But I trust My Lizard Sentinels got it all on whatever passes for tape in their reality.) At any rate, it was a fantastic rapport between Deek and me, and SO glad to see how WELL things are improving…and that the pooches are staying overnight again! Puppy pajama party here we come!
He also had me charge a large, old-school speaker (lead acid battery), though it DOES have Bluetooth. And his new smartphone, of course. But that’s trivial to the pups’ care and Deek’s better attitude. He gave me his full trust, no griping, no stupid false allegations.
Attached is a pic of them snoozing.
Re: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 8:14 PM
> WONDERFUL!!!!!! Though too bad about the video. But you remember every moment!!
It was an INCREDIBLE visit, that SHOULD have been recorded for posterity. But my Reptilian Protectors have assured me they’ve got it all on record, and will be sure to incorporate it into my works, very soon. Seems that they have been putting together ALL my writings and ALL the important parts of my life, since the day I was born. NOTHING significant ever gets lost. In fact, they kindly informed me that today’s encounter with Deek has already been watched by over 300 septillian Lizard People, they enjoyed it immensely, and is all the talk in more than 53,000 galaxies. So I’m good.
– Zeke K-Holmes
P.S.: I have NEVER apologized for my keeping the pooches so long…and have REMINDED him several times, that I did the right thing. And he knows I’m right, though has yet to admit it. Somewhere down the near future, he will be profusely grateful for my friendship, as Flaco & Lucky would have been long gone from his world (and mine), had I not been here for them all. I went to HELL for the sake of three good souls, one of whom is human. Thus is the beautiful nature of a bodhisattva, and I am one, too. As are YOU, my extraordinary compatriot. For it is the SPIRIT that defines a person, and not the visible.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Wonderful Visit, but Video Lost!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 20, 2021 10:04 PM
> You galaxy hopper, you!
When I fly, I FLY!
Subject: I have it all figured out.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 11:28 AM
The doctor who delivered me was the REAL Josef Mengele a.k.a. “The Angel of Death.” Who died in 1979. I was born in 1950, so that made HIM 39 that year, seeing as he was born in 1911. (He received a doctorate in anthropology, BTW, which is also MY main field of interest: the study of humanity.) I don’t HAVE an original birth certificate, since my mother supposedly lost it…and in late 1950 there was a fire in that hospital where I was delivered, that destroyed many documents. So a replacement was impossible, thus I have only a baptismal certificate.
Mengele fled to Argentina in 1949, but apparently he snuck into the United States to deliver moi: Hitler’s dream come true of a psychically gifted soldier! However, the Nazis’ plan to genetically engineer telepathic platoons–now that the perfect prototype had been delivered in a Brooklyn maternity ward–had come to an abrupt halt. “And Why is that?” you may ask yourself, my dear Wattson.
Because, as a powerfully psychic infant, I had manifested my own protective aura that prevented ANYone from further experimentation upon myself, as well as upon any unborn, future replicas! For the Nazi cabal had NOT foreseen such an outcome: that, since none of THEM were psychic (at least, not to such an extraordinary extent as yours truly), I was alREADY more powerful than any of them…thus, the moment I was born, they lost the game.
Having failed their mission, the Nazis passed me off to Mr. and Mrs. Catalano of 821-A Monroe Street, Brooklyn, who already HAD one child four years earlier (born in Bethlehem of all places…Bethlehem, Pennsylvania that is), but longed for one more, though a second conception eluded them. Thus, they were very HAPPY to adopt me, without having to go though the usual paperwork and background check required by every OTHER parent, to acquire a baby not their own. No strings attached, but one: move to some rinky-dink suburb in Nassau County, and never tell anyone of my origin.
My parents wanted to name me “Arthur” after my paternal grandfather (also my father’s middle name), but Dr. Mengele insisted I be anointed “Eugene,” because it means “well born,” and is, of course, derived from the word “eugenics.” This also explains my desire of many years to CHANGE my name, which I finally did, back in 1996. Though it was more of a subconscious drive to do so, to DIVORCE myself from the Catalano tribe…as I had not an INKLING of my true history.
You remember I wrote to you, Wattson, of my Aunt Theresa and Uncle Erhard Krause some years ago. My aunts Theresa and Lydia Catalano (father’s side) sailed off to Germany in the late 30s to be dancers at cabarets and, I guess, related venues. Perhaps they sang, too, or performed in some other ways, I just don’t know. Wouldn’t it be fantastic, though, if there were film clips and audio recordings of them during that period? (I suspect My Reptilian Guardians have all that, to show me some time later…certainly a remarkable thing to contemplate!)
As war seemed imminent some years later, Lydia returned to the states, but Theresa remained…in fact, she stayed in Berlin throughout the entire travesty, but finally escaped through the Berlin Wall, husband and two children in tow.
Interesting that my ANTHROPOLOGY ADVISOR had the same surname as my Uncle Erhard: “Dr. Richard Krause.” In fact, his FULL name was Dr. Richard ERHARD Krause! Now, I’m searching for any information about him…turns out he taught at the University of Alabama, after his tenure at Missouri University in Columbia, where I knew him. From the following web page (no pics, just comments):
https://www.ratemyprofessors.com/ShowRatings.jsp?tid=494451
–quotes:
“He was director of the Archaeological Field School at the University of Missouri many years ago. When he was sober enough to speak, he ranted on about how to push brooms and the poor quality of American food. His grad students ran the place because he was too wasted most of the time.”
“This guy is amazing! He is so funny and knowledgeable. A great combination. I enjoyed his class very, very much.”
“Amazing experience. Dr. Krause is a well of knowledge, experience, and insight. wise, sharp, but also humble. his lectures are entrancing.”
–end
And here are (at least SOME of) his published works, from a site called “Alabama Authors.”
Says he was born in 1938, so may still be around…12 years my senior, so now 82! It also shows his name with the middle initial “A,” but I CLEARLY remember it as “Erhard.” Because when I first saw his full name on some paper he wrote, I immediately recalled my uncle, because he was the only Erhard I knew until then. Of course, the surname “Krause” really brought it home for me. Unfortunately, the faculty site page in his name at the Univ. of Alabama, no longer exists:
https://anthropology.ua.edu/people/richard-krause/
But there is the “Richard A. Krause Award,” at that same university!
https://anthropology.ua.edu/tag/krause-award/
Anyway, back to Theresa and Erhard Krause:
He was a famous trombone player by the time WWII broke out…and, like so many other popular entertainers, was forced to play for Nazi audiences. Especially some of the higher ups, because he was that good. They were very much in love, and that is (supposedly) why Theresa stayed behind, while her sister did not. They lived through the very worst of that war, as they remained in Berlin for the entire fiasco, bombs and all. By the time they fled East Berlin, she could speak fluid German…and she just LOVED the language! But my Uncle Erhard refused to discuss his life in Germany, so I learned very little of that. I do know that the then head of the CIA was instrumental in arranging their passage through the Berlin Wall…and, according to my aunt, they departed only with their little family, and a pillow!
So, how much of this is true I have NOT an idea! Did they collaborate with the Nazis, then fabricate a new tale, once safely out of their reach? They were a very nice couple, as I remember from childhood, over many family gatherings, mostly in Brooklyn, then, much later, one time in Naples, Florida, when I visited my parents’ retirement home in North Fort Myers…which was just a short drive away. That was in 1985, and I was by then 35 years old. I especially appreciated Uncle Erhard’s constant praise, saying that some day I will become very famous. And, if my visions are true, I’d say he was right on the money!
The reason I suspect collaboration, is because Aunt Terry once visited me here in San Franshitsco, after which we called each other up on the phone a few times each month, for about a year. And her point of view was very much to the political right, including when it comes to money. (She ADORED Gov. Schwarzenegger for both his politics and his entrepreneurial conquests.) One day, while I was showing her around Aquatic Park and Fisherman’s Wharf, she pointed at a billboard high up atop the Ghirardelli Chocolate factory, which displayed a male and female in sweet embrace, with their teeth clamped down upon a chocolate bar that bridged their mouths…reminiscent of that Disney film, “Lady and the Tramp.”
“See, that’s natural…why can’t you accept that?” remarked Aunt Terry, who was two sheets to the wind by that time of the afternoon.
I was glad to finally get rid of her, several days later when she took the Greyhound to visit another relative in Monterey. I DID try to get her to talk in some detail, about her adventures in Germany, but her lips were sealed. She ignored my queries, and just ordered another dry martini or scotch on the rocks as her only answer. They had two, very tall sons who were both born in Berlin, over 6-foot-5 each! One was named Otti, but I can’t recall the other’s. Uncle Erhard himself was “only” 6-foot-1…while Theresa was 5-foot-7 (like me). Oh, and when she finally got back to the states, she became a Rockette…and I have NO idea how Erhard earned a living. Possibly he collected royalties from his record albums and tapes, and replaying his pieces over radio and television, back there in East Germany and, I guess, some other nations. But I suspect a darker history behind his life there, with possibly Aunt Terry’s cooperation.
Now, back to my Nazi origins:
With such a recent and startling twist to my intergalactic Reptilian scenarios, I now ponder as to who they REALLY are. Possibly they are Nazis themselves, using hallucinatory images and scenes to seduce me into falling under their control. If such be the case, do you know where I can find some nice Nazi uniform online? Amazon and eBay don’t carry such stuff, AFAIK. In fact, I’m afraid to even SEARCH for anything Nazi related, as it may set off alarms across cyberspace, and cause me to wind up in some prison cell, where I’ll rot away. And I also wonder:
Does the unwelcome appearance of notorious Mike Sewers, our token raving Nazi lunatic on the MCN discussion list, have anything to do with my shocking revelation? I shudder to think so. Anyway, find out what you can about that uniform.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Gift video!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 8:20 PM
> Wonderful. I see you’re a lefty! I mighta known!
Of course I’m a lefty! Precisely why I was burned at the stake in MANY past lives! But my strong arm is my right arm (throwing stuff, swinging a racquet or bat, openimg/closing doors, masturbating, et cetera.) My lefthandedness is reserved exclusively for handwriting, lettering, painting and drawing. I very much enjoyed making that video, knowing how much you’d like my gift.
> And what a rare sunny day in SF.
Yes. We don’t often have miserable days like that, thank Cthulhu!
> Now to watch the other one, of Deek.
There are TWO recent Deek videos:
Deek & Pooches Come Back…yay! (part 1) – 11 mins.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_q9N1UfQdn0
Deek & Pooches Come Back…yay! (part 2) – 4 mins.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=livGdWKmLgQ
They are INCREDIBLE videos. I think he already KNOWS he’s being recorded. Which makes perfect sense if he is, indeed, one of my bodhisattvas. And this wonderful improvement in his attitude towards me is spot on with my theory about his being an actor to put me through changes, and make me the hero.
The pups stayed over last night, and remained my companions all day long until a short while ago. Deek again was most friendly and sensible…thanked me for watching over them. And even told me he’ll be across the street for awhile, at the usual spot. I asked why he told me that, and he replied, just thought you’d like to know. I think in that case, I’ll pay him and the mutts a visit about an hour from now. Hopefully, they’ll still be there…but if they’re not, that’s okay too.
The implications of his being a spirit guide are profound, and it looks like that’s certainly the case. He is just PLAYING a homeless person, and the pooches are well provided for in every way. I look FORWARD to meeting his bodhisattva compatriots, one of whom I’m SURE is Arwyn! Though I think Arwyn is higher up the Reptilian scale then he is.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: San Franshitsco is once again the murder capital of the world!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 9:23 PM
Here is a page that shows you a map of which spots in The City, vaccine appointments are available (you have to scroll down a bit, to view the map):
http://www.vaccinespotter.org/CA/?zip=94114&radius=5
THERE ARE NONE! So, even if I were on the eligibility list, I couldn’t get vaccinated! Unless I look at other counties, in which case you’d need a car, or pay for a taxi to take you for a long and VERY expensive ride. Which I see many people doing, on various social media discussions. I do NOT own a car. I am SEVENTY years old, and “retired,” yet I STILL am not eligible to get my shots! This is SO fucked up.
Even if SOME places were open, I still couldn’t go, unless one of them were within walking distance. I reFUSE to take public transit. What would be the sense of putting myself at high risk of contracting COVID-19, just to get the vaccination? I COULD take a long hike to get to one of these places, but it would have to be on a day the pups are not with me. But why even conjecture, when NOTHING is available? My conclusion:
I will probably be the LAST person in this wicked city, to finally get vaccinated! Or die before then.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Now My Room is Pupless Again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 22, 2021 10:58 PM
…but their sweet spirit illuminates everything in it, including myself. ESPECIALLY myself. I realize now that Deek mentioned he’d be across the street and around the corner for awhile, because HE HAS NO ONE. In a recent video where I featured him, he held up his new smartphone–to which he is actually subscribed and pays $40 a month to keep it going–and declared:
“I’m not gonna lose this because no one wants to be with me since I’m broke! So: no one to steal from me.”
He then embellished upon how friends are only your friends when you have money to blow, or something else they want (like “blow”). But when the chips are down and you’re without a penny to your name, it’s game over, man. So I told him that new, and better, friends will replace them. He said:
“But I don’t WANT any friends!”
I told him I understand, but I am talking about REAL friends, those who truly love you, and will stand by you through thick and thin. Such as myself, but there will soon be others.
So he is alone on the streets with his darling mutts. And inviting me to see him a little later on, was his way of saying he appreciates my company. Unfortunately, when I stepped out an hour and a half later, I could not find them anywhere. I then strolled a few blocks, meditating and praying on his situation. Which seems to me, like a period of transition where he is taking stock of his life, and will very soon be on a MUCH better path. In fact, these past several days have shown me a vastly more stable, calm and HAPPY Deek! But what a touching picture:
A homeless, decent man alone in this world, but for two, beautiful little doggies, and myself! Doggies that might perish at any moment, due to the whims of the streets and the mean, crazy people who populate them. Or perhaps due to Deek’s own severe mood swings, one of which may cause him to thoughtlessly surrender them to some fucked up addict! Though I’m sure we’re out of the woods on that, and, with Hera’s protection, Flaco & Lucky will remain safe and in good health and spirits.
I would not be surprised at all, if Deek will soon ask me to take the pooches under my wing, for the duration of his remaining houseless. Under such an arrangement, I’d be glad to meet him in some nice location every day, where the four of us could spend a lovely hour or two in the light of our friendship and canine bliss. And I know the perfect spot: that “secret” place I discovered when walking the pups, just four blocks from here, where they can romp and explore without ANY disturbance by either humans or other dogs.
When he dropped by this eve to pick up the brindlekin, smartphone and speakers, I asked if he’d like these two doggy jackets that I recently laundered. He said okay without even a moment’s hesitation. And that truly gladdened my heart!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Such a glorious pic!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: March 23, 2021 10:36 AM
When you upload a Youtube video, their algorithm selects three screenshots out of it, for you to choose as the thumbnail image. (Or you can upload your own image, if you prefer.) So I chose what I thought was the best pic among three, for my video, “Down the Stairs & Out the Gate We Go!” Not thinking it was a particularly spectacular shot in its own right. But after viewing it later on, I was stunned! The luminosity, Flaco’s Yoda ears, the stairway and her gazing down towards the lobby…PERFECTION! (After my own slight enhancement in color contrast.) So, while the video itself is amazing, that particular still is likewise something else. Corny as this may sound, but: one picture is indeed worth a thousand words! See attachment.
Purchasing those spyglasses was one of the best investments I’ve ever made! No way would I be able to capture so many excellent scenes by imposing a smartphone or camcorder upon Deek or most anyone else. I originally got them for security reasons, as recorded witness to any further possible conflicts with the building manager, or nasty residents such as Myrtle and son. But these spyglasses turned out to ALSO be a remarkable new tool for my creative output. Not only do they provide countless opportunities for recording conversations, but people-watching as well…especially the homeless. They are also a boon for impromptu scenes of the doggies, or unexpected moments of any sort that are worth recording, which I would have otherwise missed. Not to mention my silly cooking videos, which are spontaneous and unrehearsed. Using a smartphone or camcorder instead, would be awkward and difficult.
FYI: those word clips (or whatever they should be called) I originally lettered by hand, then filmed. But it soon occurred to me to just type them out on my computer, using my large, second display screen to shoot them with my smartphone. The slight wobbling of my hand only plays in my favor! At first, I removed the audio before inserting them into a video. But then I realized this background ambience (mostly from the busy street noise coming from an open window, but sometimes from a podcast or radio show) adds a humorously amateurish ambience, that comes off so well! I use two different, freeware video editors for all my films…which are far less complicated and cumbersome than their full-blown cousins, such as Microsoft’s own.
So now, just as I predicted, Brindlekin Tales is on the upswing after a series of tragedies in Book 2, that ended sadly as a result. It does not look like any more punches will be pulled in the remaining chapters that compose Book 3, which will unfold with many beatific events…culminating in a spectacular and joyful end. When all is told, Deek will gain much of the credit in weaving these tales, using real life for his canvas…being the gifted bodhisattva he is!
So how is your OWN writing getting along these days, good physician Wattson? I like to think you are absolutely DRENCHED in creative juices! You DO have an umbrella handy, do you not?
– Ezekiel J. Krahlin-Holmes
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