[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 6: Chapter 5]
Re: The idiot got another dog.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 5, 2022 at 9:55 PM
> Very, very disturbing. Wish I could rescue them.
That’s not in the cards, unfortunately. I have NO choice but to have faith he’ll do the right thing and return the new dog to whoever gave it to him. I could SEE that Flaco & Lucky feel neglected…he’s hugging and petting the new dog all the time, and ignoring two, darling half-dachshunds that should make him the happiest man on the planet. This is just plain SICKENING.
He adopted a third dog twice before: one, another silver pit, the other a bullmastiff…each time he had to return it. BECAUSE THEY’RE TOO AGGRESSIVE SINCE THEY HAVEN’T BEEN NEUTERED.
Who the fuk even GIVES a homeless person a gorgeous, pedigree canine that OBVIOUSLY should not be condemned to live on the streets? I have NO idea what’s really going on with that.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: The idiot got another dog.
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 5, 2022 at 10:44 PM
> He’s like some Muslim man who exercises his option to get a new young wife and neglects the old ones. Disgusting.
He even removed the nice leash I bought for Lucky (and for Flaco; they match) and put it on the pitbull’s collar. Now, Lucky just has a cheap clothesline for a leash. He justified it by claiming Lucky doesn’t need that strong a leash because he’s a smaller dog. He had the nerve to tell me to bring another leash down, but I told him, no, I’m not gonna spend even MORE money because of a third dog. So Lucky has to do without a handsome leash. Now what, Wattson:
Whenever he loses the pitbull’s leash, he’ll take it from one of the brindlekin, so then they’ll BOTH wind up with shabby tethers! And if I give new leashes for Flaco & Lucky, he’ll just remove one for dog #3.
He’ll be asking me for even more food–in addition to what he claims gets lost or stolen–but I’ll have to turn him down for that, too! Then what: he’ll STARVE the little doggies by giving them less than their fair share?
HE NEEDS TO GIVE UP THE PITBULL!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Just got this email from my attorney:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 10:37 AM
“I am sorry I was out sick yesterday but back in the office today. The July 7 deadline is still on. We have to respond by this date with a demurrer. I will file the demurrer for you tomorrow and I don’t need your signature for that. You are more than welcome to put the payments in our trust account but it is only needed if you are concerned that you will otherwise spend the money. The purpose for the trust account is that you are sure to save the money and not spend it. It is not beneficial to the case in any other way.”
So I replied:
“Excellent. I will forego escrow. Muito obrigado…and I hope you are feeling well today.”
Re: Just got this email from my attorney:
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 11:16 AM
> I’m vastly relieved!!!
As am I of course.
> I had a feeling she was sick and not just “ghosting” you.
That thought also passed my mind, and if she hadn’t contacted me today, I’d’ve marched straight to their office tomorrow, as early as possible. For if she WAS still stick, my reply to the summons MUST be carried out by SOMEONE there. As for your Internet woes:
Harvey Winston posted to the announcement list yesterday about the collapse of MCN’s DSL service, entitled “Train Wreck at MCN ???” with a link to Reddit’s “Mendocino” sub, explaining all.
I presume you have his post, which includes the entire text from that Reddit page. Quite an eye opener! You may have to purchase extra data from Tracfone, to keep connected until the issue gets resolved one way or the other. This is nerve-racking…like so many other things in life. Gird those loins, all shall turn out well in the long run.
– Zeke K-Holmes
P.S.: I didn’t know they had a Mendocino sub, though it should’ve occurred to me long ago, to see if they did. I am now subscribed to it.
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 12:28 PM
Perhaps you should attend the MUSD K-8 board meeting tomorrow evening, which will discuss the future of MCN. You might also check out the Comptche Broadband Committee, here.
Oh Jebus, I just got to the bottom of that page to discover Mr. Filthy McFilcher is a member of that committee. What the fuk else could go wrong today? Meanwhile:
I’m the picture of pathos today, what with, in the middle of my eviction brouhaha, pups no longer allowed to stay with me for frequent sanctuary, Deek acquiring a third canine, and my greatest (human) friend-and-confidant’s sudden loss of reliable Internet access, I am now defrosting my fridge after putting it off for way too long, thanks to the exhausting challenges I’m up against.
Yesterday evening I discovered I can no longer fully shut the refrigerator door due to the accumulation of rock-hard ice nodes along the outer edge of the freezer. It was then I realized I have NO choice but to get on top of it soon after I wake up the next morning. So I filled up three, empty half-gallon plastic milk containers with water, and shoved them into the freezer in preparation for tomorrow’s quasi-Sisyphean task. For you see, Wattson, I keep those three containers to use as ice packs for just this purpose…dropping them into a large, Tupperware-like box with a lid on it, in which I place all perishable goods FROM the fridge, as a makeshift icebox while defrosting the monster.
Not that my milk or other quickly perishable stuff won’t spoil, considering the length of time this delayed chore will take, and the minimal cooling my jury-rigged icebox provides (especially since the milk containers are only PARTIALLY frozen; I usually give ’em TWO days, not one night, but this was urgent)…but so far spoilage has never occurred in all the years I’ve been doing this. Clever me, though:
After I deposited those chunks of ice into a large bowl (see pic), it occurred to me they can serve to keep the provisional icebox cool for a longer time than the milk jugs alone. So I dumped the discarded ice into a plastic trash bag (kitchen size), tied it up with a double knot and dropped it into the slapdash cooler. Voila!
Today’s already a better day, though still with bumps and warts albeit fewer.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 1:18 PM
> I’d poke out my eyes sooner than I’d go to a meeting…
Or perhaps relieve that angst by going there anyway, and when you raise a hand to speak your mind, dash to the front of the room and poke the board members’ eyes out instead. With a stainless steel fork, which tines you’ve sharpened in frenzied anticipation. The drama would be priceless! On a tad more serious note:
I’d go there just for the amusing distraction…and enjoy the free water.
> my internet problem is solved, BTW.
Now how did THAT happen, since MCN is still a train wreck? Though I’m very HAPPY for you…for both of us, as you are the aorta to my psyche.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 3:14 PM
> I’d sterilize my instruments first, of course!
Why? This is not a Dexter episode, I just don’t get the “point” (ha-ha). It is neither the “tine” nor the place for such fastidious machinations. Besides which, botulism of the eye sockets seems a most fitting fate for these board members…for which I recommend undercooked brisket pierced by forks left unwiped and unwashed for no shorter than two weeks! Or longer: their next meeting isn’t until August 24th. Mad cow disease would be a bonus, for which I recommend ordering from a disreputable slaughterhouse located somewhere deep in the dales of jolly old England.
> I’ll send Erwyn. He has a higher tolerance for meetings than I do. And the school is a five-minute walk from here.
Just five minutes? Perfect! The deed can be done swiftly and with minimal fuss. He’ll be back home and the evidence cleaned up in a jiffy, neatly returned to their antique, velvet-lined tray once owned by Queen Victoria herself…which you pilfered on a lark during a tour of Her Royal Majesty’s chambers on your only visit to Limeyland. No one will be the wiser, since he will be virtuously covid-MASKED at the scene of the crime. I DO recommend, however, that Erwyn wear elevator shoes to obscure his true height. And dress in clothing atypical of his style…then, shortly after the dastardly deed has been accomplished, burn it somewhere deep in the woods, shoes and all.
> I was getting spotty internet and constant “timed out” messages. I assumed it was MCN’s fault because of upheaval, but I called, they ran a check, said the problem was not at their end. My computer is in a separate building from the wifi modem, and the signal is not reliable out there. So I augment it with a long, long ethernet cable. Experiments showed that it’s the cable, old and faulty. So: I’m either going to get a new 50-foot length of ethernet cable, or a wifi booster. I have the computer indoors at the moment, nice strong wireless signal.
I recommend the cable, as it’s inexpensive (50 feet = $15 on average), and you won’t have any potential interference from intruding airwave disruptions, plus cannot be intercepted by HUMAN intruders, unlike wifi. I’m gonna get a USB ethernet adapter for my Chromebook next month, just for those reasons. Besides which, these so-called “boosters” often don’t cut the mustard.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 6, 2022 at 3:43 PM
> Excellent advice, from the botulism to the Ethernet cable! Maybe I’ll go, after all; need to practice my trans-orbital lobotomy skills, which will soon be in great demand!
I’m PROUD of you, Oh Sister That I’ve Never Had, Her Celestial Eminence and Queen of All She Surveys Both on Earth and in the Heavens: Osmium Empress! IOW:
You go, girl!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: GOOD NEWS: he got rid of the pitbull
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2022 at 9:19 PM
I have more to report from yesterday, but Deek just dropped by with Lucky & Flaco and no OTHER dog. So I thought I’d let you know right away…and a more extensive missive will arrive later.
Re: GOOD NEWS: he got rid of the pitbull
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2022 at 12:27 PM
> Whew. Hope the other dog is okay.
I’m sure he is, though Deek didn’t mention anything about the pitbull, nor did I ask. I think he felt embarrassed about the whole faux pas. This is a result of his bipolar manic swing…he’ll get this wild idea to do something that is impossible to achieve or maintain, then when he comes down to earth some days later, he does what he can to make things right again. Very scary when two little doggies I love dearly are in the middle of all this, because he could decide to pawn them off on someone before he comes back to his senses.
I’m sure he greatly appreciates my not bringing up his mistake, when he’s done his best to correct it. So I just acted like it never happened. Lucky still had that clothesline leash on, so I went back upstairs to get him yet aNOTHER new leash (I have a stash of several): the THIRD new leash in less than a month, dammit!
Now here’s my bodhisattva spin on this horrid crisis that finally subsided, thank deity:
It was a scripted setup, he got the pitbull from a fellow bodhisattva to create yet another nerve-racking scenario to aid me in further releasing what residual anxiety remains in my psyche. The pitbull is now back home, and is well loved and HOUSED.
> Heard from your lawyer???
Yes, she emailed me this morning, apologized for telling me I don’t need to sign anything for this demurral. But it turned out she DOES need my signature to waive all court fees, due to my low income. So I posted back that I’ll drop by in 20 minutes. This was around 10 AM. Deek was outside, waiting for his devices to charge, and I had JUST sat down to break fast. When I told him I had to rush off to see my attorney, he said to just bring the stuff downstairs, and good luck.
I told him her office is only four blocks away, and I’ll be back less than an hour from now, so why not leave the gizmos plugged in until my return? He decided against it and was in all other ways MOST accommodating. So I brought him his electronics, hugged the doggies, told them how much I love them, then took off…calling back to Deek as I approached the crossing:
“Best lawyer in the city, and just four blocks away! Now how convenient is that?” He smiled and waved a friendly adieu.
I think she was waiting till the last day I could register my reply in order to buy more time. Ablablah’s attorney needs to deliver the summons again, because he didn’t serve it properly the first time around. Though it seems logical at this point, for them to just drop the case entirely. This demurral delay opens a convenient window for them to do exactly that. I just don’t get it:
I could’ve claimed their attorney NEVER delivered those papers, and it would be his word against mine, as there was no witness, it wasn’t video recorded BY him, and I wasn’t required to sign anything to PROVE I received it. Nor did the so-called “lawyer” state his name, or deliver the papers in some professional manner, rather than hand a bunch of sloppily photocopied pages attached with a staple.
Which is yet one more reason I believe this is all a bodhisattva ruse, and even Ms. Elvensborn is in on it. As are Deek, the building manager, et al. I just assumed then, that the day of the Pride March would be perfect for my “surprise victory party,” but obviously they have OTHER plans in store, schedule-wise.
Another reason why I suspect a ruse: my attorney is just a hop, skip and a jump away from my hovel.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2022 at 4:26 PM
> Do I need Cat 6? Or is Cat 5 adequate? The old one was Cat 5.
I know how much you love cats, but this is way outta orbit! Anyway:
I have Cat6 ethernet, which is probably overkill. Forget Cat5. You should get either Cat5e or 6. To help you decide, check out this link and this.
The technology is now up to Cat7, FYI. Two more integers to go and Cats will have 9 lives again! Quoting from the first link:
“If you’re a residential user, Cat5E Cable is going to be more than capable of meeting any need that you would have. In fact, the speeds supported by this type of cable are likely faster than what your residential Internet connection can provide anyway – at least for the next few years. When the time does come to upgrade it won’t necessarily be difficult or even expensive to do so, which means that for the time being Cat5E is going to be just fine.”
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Just got this email from my attorney: ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 7, 2022 at 5:21 PM
> Tanks.
Mit vergnügen.
> Did you git ‘er done with the attorney?? Enquiring minds, etc.
Oh, yeah, took only a minute to sign two sheets of paper to inform the court I’m the rare pauper who for some astounding twist of fate in spite of abject poverty, still manages to keep a roof over his head in billionaire-playground San Franshitsco…so of course legal fees are beyond my ability to cover. But thanks for asking, and a warm bowl of porridge would be nice if I have to appear before a judge to present my case.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: My latest comment to Cyberdemon531 (a.k.a. “Andrea”)…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2022 at 1:32 PM
…in one of their recent videos, part of which includes discussion of the possible fates of America:
–begin:
Looks to me like this nation will COLLAPSE into numerous sovereign entities, which is one of the options you've considered. And I believe it will happen very SOON, like before the end of this year, thanks to draconic mandates rapidly overtaking all the red states: PURE FASCISM. This will cause such a schism as to COERCE blue states to secede, in order to preserve a democratic gov't and protect their citizens. In sum: WE WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SECEDE. I hereby propose we name the new province of California/Oregon/Washington/bottom 3rd of British Columbia/and possibly a big chunk of western Nevada, "Athenia," and that it become the world's first LGBT nation, much like Israel is for Jewish people, minus the persecution of their neighbors or anyone else for that matter. There will soon be a massive flood of queer people fleeing red states for sanctuary in California, and we brave citizens of the Golden Bear State need to prepare for this, to welcome them with open arms and REFUSE to deport anyone back to their home state. Paraphrasing a line from the plaque on the Statue of Liberty: "Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden GATE!" And you're correct: we have NEVER been a democracy, these disUnited States have ALWAYS been severely chistianized, thus the concept of separation of church and state has been a vulgar RUSE all along. And while I, myself, believe in a creator (in the sense of "universal mind" or "great spirit," for I am an animist) I agree that the BEST, KINDEST and SANEST way to run a society is via the atheist route, as this avoids religious conflicts of ideology in gov't and politics. It is also the best way to perform scientific research, for the same reason. One's spiritual or religious beliefs should ALWAYS be a strictly PRIVATE matter. And any churches, mosques or temples that continue to preach hatred towards LGBTs and any other minority (and women, who are NOT a minority) should be declared a CULT and shut down immediately. There should also be NO gov't funding for religious groups, and NO tax breaks whatsoever. That's my rant, and I'm sticking to it!
–end
The video is an hour-and-a-half long, so I don’t expect you to watch it. But for the record, here’s the link.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Erwyn made some EXCELLENT points at the board meeting…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2022 at 5:32 PM
…regarding keeping the MCN service within the community, as it’s so much part of the Mendoland fabric and has provided excellent service for decades, at a reasonable cost. Nonetheless:
I’d rather he have employed the sharpened forks to better effect. I watched the entire spectacle: it was riveting for what it was, which I haven’t yet figured out.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Erwyn made some EXCELLENT points at the board meeting…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2022 at 7:00 PM
> Well, considering that he went there knowing zilch about it, and extemporized on the spot, he did pretty well.
He had me weeping for the death of small-town America by the second sentence…a 2-hanky melodrama for sure! Tell him Zeke was impressed by his inspiring elocution, reminiscent of James Stewart’s famous speech in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. That’ll make his day.
If you need to refresh your memory about that speech, here ’tis.
> I haven’t watched the whole thing yet…
It was a pretty good 1-act play all around, though not enough cowbell for my taste. No dramatic outburst occurred, much to my disappointment, though SOME actors were appropriately outraged in a geriatric kind of gentility. No one fell asleep either, while watching the meeting on Zoom from the comfort of their nursing home, so no ZZzzZzzz’s to disturb the proceedings. Which woulda been hilarious, but oh well. One last thought:
The six-frame format was a refreshing diversion from the conventional single-frame layout per scene that has dominated the movie industry for too many decades. I hope it takes off.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: Last Wednesday I had another talk with Micah…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 9, 2022 at 10:20 PM
Enclosed pic shows him hanging out almost right below my window. But I also spoke with Deek before that, same day, so let’s deal with Asshole first:
He dropped by with his three dogs, and when I stepped out I saw Flaco & Lucky huddled down in the far corner of the ATM alcove, fifteen feet away from where their master sat by his shopping cart, with the pitbull resting partly on his lap. I immediately approached my brindlekin with kind words, hugs and kisses…upon which the stink of urine pierced my nostrils. Their master didn’t even bother to set down an old jacket or sweater between the pups and the filthy concrete. They looked like a couple of abandoned, lost pooches, gazing out at the world with their golden dachshund eyes from a dark corner.
Exhausted, forlorn and obviously uncomfortable with their new family member, they kept their distance while the pitbull received all of Deek’s attention at their expense. I’m sure they also feel sad, wondering why I don’t bring them to my sanctuary any more. Neither hound greeted me with their customary glee and waggy tails, though gratefully accepted my fond affections and gave me a few thoughtful licks. For we ARE friends through thick and thin.
They both looked up at me for a few moments with heartfelt yearning and suppressed joy, especially Flaco who is SO sincere about her love, it breaks my heart. Her sparkly eyes peered right into my own…the sweet little dog who told me with her gentle touch of a paw and happy visage back on the eve of Halloween 2019 that everything will be fine, I have nothing to worry about, they’ll always be here for me. But now it’s come to this.
I wanted so badly to take them both upstairs and tuck them into the comforters and hug them all afternoon and into the night. Something which no doubt they miss with warm memories of a happier time. But as I said, they only showed their affection for a few moments, then slumped down with sleepy heads and closed their eyes to get some sorely needed rest, upon pee-stained cement.
So then I spoke with Deek and pet the pitbull who IS lovely and of a charming nature:
“He doesn’t deserve to be out here, Deek. He needs a home and a backyard to run around. You don’t have the CAPACITY to care for three, high-energy dogs, and Silver needs to eat three times what you feed Flaco & Lucky. I certainly can’t afford the extra expenses. You’ll drive yourself crazy with all the responsiblity, what were you thinking of?”
“La la la la la,” he placed his hands over his ears, “I don’t wanna HEAR this, I know what I’m doing, I’ve raised dogs most of my life! La la la la la!”
I pointed to Flaco & Lucky: “Look at them, Deek, they’re unhappy, you don’t love them anymore, you’re killing their spirit! Why aren’t you sitting beside them like you are now with the pitbull?”
“Well, they gotta learn to get along,” he blithely replied with a shrug of his scrawny shoulders, “If they don’t it’s their tough luck.”
“How can you say that, Deek?” I admonished. “They’re the sweetest, kindest dogs I’ve ever met. You should be the happiest man in the world to have their devotion, yet here you are fawning all over Silver and ignoring the best friends you’ve ever had!”
He ignored me at that point, doting on the pitbull with hugs and caresses and murmuring kind words.
“You’re headed in a bad direction, Deek,” I continued, “you need to RETURN that dog to wherever you got him! It’s a pedigree, they’re prone to more disease than mixed breeds like Lucky & Flaco especially if forced to live on the streets. You’re setting yourself up for a shit show!”
“Well get used to it,” he replied while petting Silver, then looked up at me with a belligerent expression. “I’ve only STARTED, I’m gonna mate THIS dog with Flaco and I’ll soon have SIX dogs, or more!” He then pointed to Lucky’s sweet sister, who was deep in dreamland:
“Look at her, she’s seven months pregnant!”
I did, then said, “Nonsense, she’s not pregnant. But PLEASE
don’t put her through that, she could die! Besides, people will see you on the street with so many dogs and call Animal Control, you’ll lose ALL of them, including Lucky and Flaco and I’LL never see them again, either! And if that happens I’d kick you outta my life for good, bye bye friendship, bye bye one hundred dollar a week allowance, bye bye The Castro ’cause I’ll drive you out!”
Deek had resumed showering affection upon Silver, so I didn’t know if he even paid attention to my additional words of caution. Nonetheless, I continued:
“You don’t get it, do you Deek? The more love and care you give those two pups, the better your OWN life becomes…more and more good things will HAPPEN to you! It’s actually an EEEEASY thing to do with such loving creatures, but you pointlessly rebel like a nasty brat, the playground bully!”
“Okay, okay!” he suddenly burst out, then gazed up at me with a sardonic grin. “I’ll bring him back. I was already planning to do that, but you go off on a CRAZY rant, when all I was doing was pressing your buttons!” Upon hearing that, my lungs deflated:
“Alright, I get it, and appreciate those words, but you DO realize don’t you, that I gotta be SURE Lucky and Flaco are well loved and taken care of, they mean EVERYTHING to me. They are GOOD dogs, they’re my FRIENDS! So I HAVE to act on what you say…and what you do, and I see you with a THIRD dog, my eyes don’t deceive!”
(To be continued in my next missive. Stay tuned.)
Re: Last Wednesday I had another talk with Micah…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 10, 2022 at 12:25 AM
> So terrible. And DID he return Silver?
Yes, I told you that already, three days ago.
> And what could he be thinking, talking about getting Flaco pregnant by a dog twice her size? The pregnancy would kill her. So, so upsetting and awful.
He was just pressing my buttons, thank god.
> Poor brokenhearted babies. And poor you, your hands tied so completely.
It’s a monstrous situation on one level, everything’s fine on another. He just showed up outside, after midnight, and is sitting with the pups by the bus stop. Didn’t call up to me, but I heard the dogs bark. I think he may just hang out there for awhile without seeing me till tomorrow morning. Possibly sleep nearby.
Just by looking out the window, I could tell that Flaco & Lucky are back to their cheerful, happy, energetic selves once more. BIG improvement.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Re: Last Wednesday I had another talk with Micah… ADDENDUM
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 10, 2022 at 1:30 AM
1:10 AM now, and I just got back from bringing Deek his advance payment for Thursday, and a large, thick, fluffy comforter I found on the back porch several nights ago, for the doggies. Deek was surprised to see me, he just wanted to hang out on the corner. Two other vagrants were hangin’ with him, one a bubbly, raspy voiced black woman around 43 years old.
I said it’s okay, dogs woke me up, I’d know their barks anywhere. I then embraced the sweet little hounds before returning hovel to also bring down some water and more dog food. Deek thanked me, he was quite mellow, said he was high on shrooms at the moment. The raspy lady was feeding the pups some snacks, so I said make sure there are no onions in that.
She said oh I know, I’ve raised dogs myself…and Deek said we’ve already talked about that: no onions. Relieved to hear their reassurances, I embraced and pet the mutts one more time before wishing them a lovely evening and god bless, and returning hovel. The lady said god bless you too, I love you!
Filipino Kai was nearby, crouched with his back against the wall, smokin’ whatever and smiling. We gave each other a fist bump, I told him Deek did the right thing, he returned dog #3. You’re a good man, Zeke, and I love you, he replied. I love you too, Kai, thanks for such great support when I needed it most.
And with that, I finally returned hovel. I wasn’t really in bed when Deek and pups arrived, but I just told him that so he won’t get the idea it’s okay to drop by past midnight. I’m GLAD he showed up tonight, for I got to see how JOYFUL my brindlekin are once more! Like night and day, compared to just several days back, when he still had the pitbull.
– Zeke K-Holmes
Subject: 5 snapshots
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: July 10, 2022 at 10:27 AM
9:30 AM I steeped back out to bring the pups water. Deek was kind of awake because a black homeless dude, young with red-dyed hair, was out there standing around and bartering for a pair of sneakers. I set the bowl of agua down near his feet, but Deek said “put it over here,” meaning the space between himself and the cart. Soon as I did that I turned to go back hovel, but the black fellow stopped me, commented:
“I like your hat!”
“Oh, thanks,” I said, lowering my head to give him a closer look. “It’s a dragon hat, I like it too…Deek gave it to me.”
Now, here are five snapshots I took earlier, on my way to Rosenberg’s:
1. This is the first pic I took downstairs…and when I realized another dude was sleeping with Deek…who does NOT have a round butt, or dress like that! Nor have I ever seen him sleep with shoes and socks off. You can see Lucky curled up without any cover, and Flaco is barely visible at 11 o’clock behind her brother:
2. View from another angle where you clearly see that neither pooch is covered:
3. This is a grungy pullover hoodie I found on the street when I crossed Noe to sit on a bench and enjoy a few sips of my morning brew. I figured to take it back to the dogs and cover them with it. However, both pockets were stuffed with small, sticky items, all of which I removed and placed on the bench. You can see them right above the hoodie. My left hand was now sticky, too, and covered with lint and other unknown debris, which I wiped off as best I could with a half-sheet of newspaper. The stickiness came from three open packets of fast-food jam. But the hoodie was dry and free of odor, and that’s what really mattered:
4. Here you can easily see two people under the comforter, by the three feet sticking out: two shod, the other naked. And the brindlekin, of course:
5. The hounds are finally blanketed, but not much good that does now that the day is warming up, when they would’ve been better off with a top cover through the somewhat chilly wee hours. Flaco remained curled up and with eyes closed when I placed the hoodie on them, but Lucky raised his darling face in a drowsy greet, whence I kissed him on the schnozzle…then he lowered his head back down as I tucked them both in:
I got a glimpse of Deek’s companion for the night: good looking, dark-haired fellow around 24 years old with soft, kind features in a slightly round face (perhaps vestigial baby fat). Never seen him before. I think Deek was boinking him last night RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY BUILDING, but they were quiet (no moaning or other erotic cacophony), because when I peered out the window around 2:30 AM just before hitting the sack, I saw him making suggestive body motions, though hard to tell since they both appeared mostly clothed, and the tree blocked a chunk of the view, that is: the waist-to-thigh portion. So much for my deciding to step back outside to be sure the pups had a share of the blanket!
– Zeke K-Holmes
Texting with Wattson: 7/10/22
Subject: The biggest trick the devil ever pulled…
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce, MCN discussion
Date: July 10, 2022 at 4:05 PM
Broadcasting anti-fascist memes is an important part of winning this global cyberwar, as our enemies are expert at using memes to poison minds. We of the noble opposition must invent our OWN anti-poison memes that are more persuasive and emotionally compulsive than what the enemy is coming up with. Start here, as a good example…invent your own, you may be surprised at how good you are at it:
Subject: How to be a successful meme creator!
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: MCN announce, MCN discussion
Date: July 10, 2022 at 4:41 PM
You can create a meme with just words, an image, or a combination thereof. Here are the rules for creating a successful meme:
1. Make it colorful in an appealing, eye-catching way, not clashing…bright but not TOO bright, colors should complement, not clash. There are the occasional exceptions, where clashing tones are best, for immediate shock value, depending on your message…just don’t overdo it.
2. The concept created by the image and/or words should be compelling, draw the viewer in, even hypnotically so, such that the beholder desires to gaze upon it for more than a few seonds, or think about it often, because the impact is striking.
3. The words you use must be as brief as possible, and catchy as possible, such that using rhyme is MOST effective, but not always. Be as witty and clever as possible. That often means taking an old saying and turning it into something new, which creates shock value and leaves a bold impression on the mind.
4. Your meme should be emotionally charged in one way or another…either to create ire and/or ego deflation for the enemy, or delight and/or righteousness for the ally. Or both.
5. You do not have to be an artist yourself to come up with a successful meme that could go viral. Just find a suitable image on the web and add or change the message you want to associate with it. Choose a solid, eye-catching font with colors that dazzle, or impresses the viewer in some other way.
6. To find an appropriate image, I recommend using a search engine that respects your privacy (Google doesn’t) like duckduckgo.com and startpage.com. Search for it by using an appropriate word or short phrase, then go through their “images” section to see what’s available.
7. Study the memes of our enemies, figure out just why they are successful, why they stick in people’s minds and inspire them to share it with their friends. Then figure out how to duplicate such appeal in your own anti-fascist meme, attempting to surpass your enemies’ talent in this department.
8. Let your dreams inspire you. Meditation is a powerful tool as well.
9. Besides sharing your memes with friends via email and chat, register with sites dedicated to memes, such as Memedroid and Imgur. There are many more, check this out:
Top 16 Meme Websites to Find Popular and Viral Memes
Join all of them, if possible, but even just one or two is fine. If your meme is catchy and dazzling enough, it WILL take wing. However, if you consider yourself a real TROOPER for the noble cause you will, of course, subscribe to at least FIVE of the most popular meme sites.
10. Believe in yourself, your ideals and your dreams. And know that you SHALL be victorious in the long run, for Goodness is unstoppable, just takes some love and elbow grease.
– Zeke Krahlin a.k.a. “Jehovah’s Queer Witness”
Fighting the good fight since becoming a zygote.
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