The Final Chapter (part 12)

June 2, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17l]

Subject: Totally Zonked Out
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 8:04 AM

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Re: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26 2021 11:32 AM

> I’m relieved! And I LOVE the pic of the dreaming doggies!!

Isn’t that a wonderful shot? They are SO happy to snooze away in cushy comfort.

I just looked into applying for the Snap program online. I was impressed by how convenient and efficient the process is, until it came time to upload a pic of my state ID. It seemed to take several minutes…but then it stopped, said “bad gateway.” So I tapped on the “x” in the upper left, and instead of taking me back to the previous page, the whole site was gone! Now, they got my social security number and probably my state ID. Whoever they are; I should’ve looked into things more closely, they said they’re not a gov’t agency, but an organization that helps you apply for assistance. Anyone can slap a page on the web, and make such a claim. They’re called “American Hope Resources,” and here’s what the BBB has on them (not good):

https://www.bbb.org/us/ca/westlake-village/profile/employment-contractors/american-hope-resources-1236-92013591/customer-reviews#0

For now on, I’ll make SURE to apply on OFFICIAL gov’t sites. What was I thinking? I hope nothing awful comes of it…that’s all I need, on top of everything else!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 27, 2021 10:05 AM

> You can tell how much they totally appreciate the comfort and security. That little exposed belly. They know they’re safe in a big, bad world.

They know when they’re with me, they’re 100% protected and loved. But Deek deserves SOME credit, for they are always clean and healthy looking when with him, and absolutely NO sign of doggie neuroses from mistreatment…which means there IS none. Something else is going on, that is not visible to me. Deek MUST be treating the pups better than I think, but intentionally acts otherwise, in my presence.

Which implies, once again, affirmation of my Bodhisattva Premise: that this is an act, whereby I am set up to be the hero of this movie. IOW: Deek is drawing out my noble spirit.

Speaking of Flaco’s belly: you can see there’s no suggestion of pregnancy. Her nips have completely shrunk down to normal size. God forbid Deek will ever admit I was correct about false pregnancy. Which lasts about three weeks, and that’s how it went with Flaco. But it served a vital purpose, in that I now KNOW Deek is not setting her up for a puppy mill venture, and HE knows for sure that I did NOT expose her to insemination, either intentionally or by accident.

> Aw, hell.

That site looks just like the gov’t one, totally legit. But it isn’t. My mistake was to not first check for the “.gov” extension. I think the worst that will happen is they’ll spam my mailbox with scads of flase promises to get rich quick, if only I send them a few hundred dollars, or give them access to my bank account. This is based on OTHER people’s experience with them, as posted to a BBB forum.

Had a wonderful sleep with darling Flaco in my arms, and Lucky at my feet. They love to press up against me, their fondness emanating like a fluffy comforter for the soul.

Well, it’s now 9:12 AM and I’m still waiting on a Comcast supervisor to show up. The previous two times before a techie would arrive, they called me ahead of time, anywhere from 20 to 10 minutes in advance. And they both showed up by 9 AM sharp. So I don’t know how this time around will play out. I already set up the alcove with three sleeping bags and a heavy coat, for when a Comcast rep. arrives. I will barricade it with one of my storage bins. See attached photo. Also see attached photo of the pups I just took a minute ago. Both shots were taken by my new smartphone.

Just got a text that a Comcast tech will soon arrive.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: Comcast Update
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 27, 2021 12:32 AM

Technician Saul (pronounces it “sah-ool”) did a thorough job figuring out what needs to be done, and has scheduled for a new cable installation to my hovel tomorrow morning, with the help of a second person. He said the reason why he needs assistance, is because radio antennas on our roof can cause harm if you’re up there for too long! So they’ll take turns getting everything set up. He ALSO made it clear that Comcast DOES service this building, in spit of what Lester said.

It surprised me to learn he was on the roof in the first place, as there’s supposed to be a lock on the door leading to it. A warning sign claims no one has permission to enter, and an alarm will go off if you try. Apparently, that’s not the case any more. I just went up there myself, to discover the door is not only unlocked, it’s open! Last time I was up there (about three years ago), it had a severe warning in red with lots of exclamation points, and heavy wires wrapped around to seal it off…just as it has been for more than two decades. See attachment.

I thought this exposure thing was a fake! Now, good Dr. Wattson, I’m wondering how it’s impacting all the residents, including yours truly. Maybe that explains the nastiness going on in our building…and why those on the 4th floor (including the building manager, ha-ha) seem a lot more anti-social than those who inhabit the 2nd and 3rd.

It’s just one thing after another! And I’m SO stressed out having strangers come in and out of my room, seeing what a wreck of a hovel I occupy. I can’t even eat breakfast until they leave. At any rate, the pups were so mellow, Saul didn’t mind they stay inside. The brindlemutts just lolled blissfully on the bed, not a single bark from either.

When I DID transport them to the alcove as a test run, Lucky was fine with it and went right back to sleep. Flaco, however, stared up at me with ears pinned back, like I had just tossed her out on the street. The forlorn look in those sparkly brown eyes was a soul-crusher! Next thing you know, she jumped atop the bin and clambered into my arms. Her alarm was easily resolved, however, once I sat down in the alcove WITH her. She was perplexed as to why she had to hang out just outSIDE the room, instead of in here with me! And I don’t blame her one bit; I’ve never done that before. And I HOPE I won’t ever have to do that again.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: The Howling [my latest video – 46 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 27, 2021 1:27 PM

When the sirens go off, so do the pups!


Subject: 26 Second Video of Myrtle Moving Her Last Things Out
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 27, 2021 7:45 PM

I just HAPPENED to peer out the window at the right moment. Thank you, Kismet!


Subject: Comcast Appointment Screw-up!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 8:09 AM

Affirmation of my next appointment for a tech to come out arrived in my emailbox, but instead of tomorrow between 9-11 AM, it said “6/1 starting between 7:30am – 8:30am!” So I clicked on the link to change the appointment to (hopefully) tomorrow, and a window popped up that said: “Looks like you don’t have any scheduled appointments. If you’ve recently scheduled an appointment, this information should be ready in a few minutes. Please check back soon.”

Now I don’t know if they’re coming out today at all! Even though Saul said he’ll be back this morning! And I don’t have his phone number.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Comcast ecare
Date: May 28, 2021 8:22 AM

The technician showed up yesterday on schedule (his name is Saul), checked out the cable box and my line, and said the cable needs to be replaced. So we arranged for him to come back tomorrow, with an assistant, to install a new cable line to my apartment. BUT:

Affirmation of my next appointment for a tech to come out arrived in my emailbox, but instead of tomorrow between 9-11 AM, it said “6/1 starting between 7:30-8:30 AM!” So I clicked on the link to change the appointment to (hopefully) tomorrow, and a window popped up that said: “Looks like you don’t have any scheduled appointments. If you’ve recently scheduled an appointment, this information should be ready in a few minutes. Please check back soon.”

Now I don’t know if they’re coming out today at all! Even though Saul said he’ll be back this morning!


Subject: Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Comcast ecare
Date: May 28, 2021 9:28 AM

It’s okay, Saul and assistant just showed up!


Subject:They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 9:41 AM

Comcast’s appointment “affirmation” gave me quite a scare, though! Saul and assistant are busy at work, preparing to get me a new cable line.


Subject: CONNECTED! <3 <3 <3
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 10:52 AM

Took them less than an hour to install the cable, and have me up and running! Delighted with my vastly improved DL and UL rates. See attachment.

I am a new “me:” smartphone and cable connection. Hooray!


Re: They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 2:16 PM

> Yay!

One “Yay!” Wattson, and a thousand “Huzzah’s!” Here they are at work (32 seconds):

But my cable outlet no longer has a cover plate.

No complaint here, though, I’m online, and FAST! I gave Saul and his assistant a profuse compliment for their excellent work, and kudos to Comcast for following up so quickly…on Xfinity’s “Send Tom Feedback” page.

Attached is also that video’s thumbnail, because it makes such a poignant statement all by itself. One might say I’m gazing into Xfinity!

I now have my Tracfone Moto and Android tablet connected to Xfinity, and have just disconnected/packed away my Chronic.net DSL gateway kit, ready to ship back to their Santa Roja headquarters ASAP.

Outside of all that, I DON’T WANT YOU TO MISS THIS VIDEO I posted yesterday to MCN, but might have eluded you. THE most adorable video yet, of Flaco & Lucky, and just 46 seconds.


Re: They just showed up, thank god!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 3:36 PM

> Quite a production!!

I can’t praise them enough. I just hope they don’t fire the second technician, who spewed all this BS about Comcast not serving my block. After all, he DOES know where I live!

> And the doggies–little coyote yips and songs, their intelligent little faces, pure love….

Lucky too lazy to sit up, and a big ol’ yawn between howls. While Flaco gazed at me with SINCERITY; you know whatever she was thinking was VERY important to convey. She has all my respect, and more. What a darling, sweet face she has.

Deek dropped by yesterday afternoon to pick them up. I was returning from their afternoon walk, when I saw him across the street, by my building. Once I came up to him, Flaco raised her face to flash the most incredible, bright smile in his direction. “Look how happy she is to see you!” I pointed out. He never greets them with hugs, but Flaco finds a way to touch his heart, no matter what. But get this, Wattson:

He was lugging about a NEW and even LARGER speaker, almost five feet tall! He was porting it on a dolly. I queried, “WHY do you burden yourself with such heavy stuff?” He didn’t reply, but seemed in a pleasant-enough mood. I was just concerned that he may not be giving enough attention to the pups, as he only had the dolly with a few, stuffed plastic bags drooping from the handles…no shopping cart in which to stash things like a blanket or old jackets to keep the dogs warm and comfortable at night. But he’s efficient when it comes to gathering up whatever he needs, in a pinch.

Neither of us spoke much. I just said, “Well, is that it?” after he handed me TWO smartphones to recharge (and put music on one), and told me to hold onto that 20-lb. speaker he gave me a couple of days ago. He didn’t ask for more doggy food…or money. Okay by me (especially the money part, the food I always have to spare)!

Finally, gettin’ rid of THIS old thing, my last remnant of AT&T:

After all, even though I dropped my AT&T phone service a year-and-a-half ago, when I switched over to Chronic’s DSL Internet w/telephone, they were piggybacking on THEIR lines for both features.

It’s a new world for me!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: And here’s the cable on the outside of the building:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 7:49 PM

I can only hope no one who moves in next door decides to play my enemy, as it would be so EASY for him to bend down a bit, out the adjacent window, and cut the line! Everything about my life is jury-rigged; this is just the latest. Well, I’m certainly not gonna lose sleep over it.

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Re: Would you recommend “auto-refill” for Tracfone?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 10:42 PM

> I use it for the phone I gave to Dan’s widow. No problem so far. For the one I use, I just do pay-as-you-go.

Okay, thanks. I don’t see on my account how many minutes I’ve talked, so far. I guess that’s because I’m on unlimited. But I need to know in order to figure out if I can go for a cheaper plan. I’ve been talking on the phone a lot, which is unusual…but getting things straightened out with Comcast changed all that for awhile. Once things simmer down, I doubt I’ll actually use my phone for more than ten calls a month, if even THAT!

So I’m gonna try out one of their limited plans for a month, to see how it goes. I can always add more minutes whenever. I am not one to be out and about very much, so wouldn’t find keeping the Moto on me at all times a godsend. I’d probably text a lot more, though it wouldn’t mount to much, either. I’d be texting to receive deliveries from Amazon, and I’d have to be hovel for that, anyway.

At any rate, $20/month is a great deal, especially since I won’t have to pay for Internet access for god knows HOW long. But once the EBB program ends, it’s still only gonna cost me $10/month…plus taxes and surcharges. Putting the kibosh on Chronic.net was the BEST thing to do, and I thank them for getting the ball rolling! But what a rocky transition…now that it’s come to a happy end, I’m already laughing.

There is also my prediction that I will soon leap to worldwide fame…at which point my unlimited plan WILL pay for itself many times over. So maybe I’ll just count my blessings, and settle into things as they now are. Which are all shockingly recent, I should note.

I got my second covid shot, a Tracfone account, and a new ISP up and running, all within the same week! Also, I applied for food stamps yesterday, via the official state government site. If eligible, I’ll be getting at LEAST $245/month, which is their lowest amount. This is NOT like the last time I got on it, about five years ago when they gave me a measly $16. So I just decided not to renew.

Based on how much money I save from all this, I will increase Deek’s allowance accordingly…that is, he’ll get HALF of what I save. He has NO idea about any of this, BTW…including my FREE Internet. I don’t need him sticking his nose around in my finances.

The brindlekin have been a stupendous uplift of my world, causing so many good changes! My room is now as lovely as it can possibly be, given the rundown condition it’s in, thanks to lousy housing laws. You’re not even supposed to HAVE a pet if you live in a single room. However, others have done that, so I guess Ablablah Realty chooses to be kind enough to turn a blind eye. In fact, I don’t think you’re supposed to just bring in a dog without first getting their official permission!

But when I met Lucky, and later, Flaco, I KNEW they deserved much better than what fucked-up Deek could provide (as well as NOT provide, even though he could). So I just took them under my wing come hell or high water, let the devil be damned. And look at how well it turned out! I was never so determined about ANYthing in my life, as I have with caring for these outstanding pooches! And it can only get better.

Well, signing for off the nonce, dear Wattson. For another amazing day has come to a close, that an equally amazing day will follow on Aurora’s heels.


Subject: Considering Striking a Deal with Deek…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 28, 2021 11:42 AM

…but since it revolves around money, I hesitate. With the savings on Internet fees, and (hopefully) getting food stamps, I can easily increase his weekly allowance from $60 to $100…and still have at least an extra hundred for myself. I’d pay him two lump sums per week, the first being $60 on Sunday, the second, $40 on either Wednesday or Thursday. With NO more “advance payment” requests ever again. But this raise comes with an iron-clad stipulation:

That he let the pups stay with me three nights per week. I will suggest four at first, because he’ll probably insist on lowering the number (meaning if I first ask for three days, he’ll demand only two).

I have been telling him for MONTHS now, that it’s just too cold to keep the dogs outdoors for such lengths of time. I’m NOT saying this for ME, but for the pooches. His loneliness when they don’t sleep with him should NEVER usurp consideration of this important aspect for the sake of their health.

He will probably resist in outrage with his little drama-queen scenario at first. But I believe he’ll come around shortly thereafter. Though since I hate using money to persuade him, because that’s treating the doggies like a profit machine, rather than living creatures who deserve 100% kindness and care. At any rate, I’ll have to wait on those food stamps before even considering this negotiation.

It is WRONG to keep them outdoors on ANY night, but I don’t see how he’d EVER agree to this, let alone my more limited proposal. BUT I’M FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES! So, what say you, good doctor? Your insight on this matter will be IMMENSELY appreciated, as it is on everything else you have advised me on.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Considering Striking a Deal with Deek…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 3:40 PM

> I’d say it’s a good plan, except for the fact that Deek has reneged before on monetary agreements. You gave him $300 not so long ago in exchange for him permanently relinquishing them. He went along with it for a while, then changed his mind, lied to the cops about it. And It’s not as if he gave you your money back!

He DID give me the money back, by my subtracting that $300 from his accumulated allowance that he never received while the pups were with me. We have an arrangement that, should he be gone for a longish time, I will hold onto the payments, letting them build up…not to extend beyond two months. So, after subtracting $300, I only owed him $160. Also, it was very painful for him to go through the hoops and deal with the police in any way, shape or form. It was a lesson burned into him like an iron brand. He’s now FULLY aware how far I will go to protect the brindlekin.

> So I fear he’ll find a way to twist this arrangement around. He KNOWS how much the pups mean to you, and that he can use them to blackmail you. He wants money, you want the pups.

Right. And if he rejects my proposal, he now knows that I have extra moolah to spend, so he’ll start whining for advancements more often, trying to squeeze extra cash from me. He is VERY clever when it comes to scamming, but I pretend to be clueless.

> But whatever it takes–even money–to make the pups safer and to bring them closer to being yours is worth the gamble.

The alternative is to use that surplus to keep them in sweaters and blankets…and whatever else I might deem necessary. He’ll think they’re coming from donations, and not my bank account. Frankly, his scammy nature makes me sick to my stomach, especially when two, adorable pups are in the middle of it all.

I’m amazed at how well I’m handling my expenses. I still have $127 in the bank, plus $41 cash at hand, plus $60 set aside for this Sunday, to give to Deek. My next Social Security deposit will arrive in just five days…so I’m sitting pretty! Next month will be even better, because no more Chronic.net expenses. And, get this:

I just learned that Google Voice does NOT require you to interface its app with a real phone number. So long as you’re on wifi, you can dial in and dial out with your smartphone even if it doesn’t have service. So I didn’t really need to purchase a cell plan, after all, if I’m will to do without texting and data! But the data option is useful, for times when my wifi goes down…as it did this morning for about 12 minutes. At any rate, it’s an excellent BACKUP in the event my Moto should break or disappear for whatever reason. I just tried it on my non-service LGE phone, and it worked like a charm. This is good stuff to know.

Finally: I found this big ol’ box on the back porch…the pups’ll love it! So much bigger than the last one, they’ll have a field day.

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It seems to be one of the many perks of Myrtle & son’s departure. “Thanks for the box you two; I hope to never see either of you again!” To date, one of my enemies has died, and two have just moved out. I’m already benefiting IMMENSELY from Todd’s recent, and timely, departure, by having much more frequent access to the shared toilet, rather than being forced to wait until the old coot gets off the pot a half hour later!

Now, who’s left on the enemy list? Kevin the building manage, Moe my quasi-fascist neighbor down the hallway, and a spanking new one, whose name I don’t even know…and would rather NOT, anyway. The nasty one with the two chihuahuas, who chooses to manifest ENMITY rather than friendship. I’ve always been ready to make peace with my adversaries, but it rarely works out that way. So they wind up being driven far from THIS quizzical pilgrim, by their own karma, while I remain as always. Let’s see what becomes of these ambulatory turds. And, hopefully, none of them will conjure up an additional enemy or two via their gossip, before they themselves depart or kick the proverbial bucket. I guess Deek’s on that enemy list, too, so long as he neglects the pooches.

But I know I’ll be perfectly fine through it all; thus I know Flaco & Lucky will be too, because we three are intertwined by a beautiful force that is both conscious and benevolent. And its name is Love.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Zach showed up for his $60 allowance today…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 6:45 PM

…which is pretty good, because it’s SUNDAY, and he didn’t try to squeeze an advance out of it by showing up on an earlier day. That’s a change for the better. He’s also been mostly impeccable in his appearance these past several weeks, including his shopping cart. But he only dropped by for a few minutes, was crabby, and asked for another supply of doggy food…meaning that he doesn’t want them to visit me.

I returned two, fully charged smartphones he gave me a couple nights back. One of them is thinly cracked all over, but still works fine. However, he started to gripe about how I removed the cellophane from it (which was already loose and shedding), which caused it to have many more cracks than when he gave it to me. I told him, that’s bullshit, YOU’RE cracked! Then he got upset that one of the two worn down headphones he gave me, was unpluggable, so couldn’t be charged…and blamed THAT on me, too: “You broke it!”

Meanwhile, I sat close by the pups, petting them as he droned on with hurtful nonsense. Then he caught Flaco licking the back of my hand and told her “Stop it!” She just looked at him, not sure WHAT he wanted, but ready to please him at the wag of a tail. I reiterated that what she was doing is harmless,just showing her affection; and he’s being stupid about it. This is just his childish frustration over how much both pups like me, so he invents whatever strikes him at the moment, to offend me.

But towards the last part of our meetup, we had a really GREAT conversation about dealing with crises and other difficult things in our lives. I gave him some very good advice, though he’s not the best listener…just kept talking over me, but I made sure he heard at least SOME of what I imparted. After listening to HIS difficulties, I then reminded him of all the crap I’VE been through in my building. Much to my chagrin, he played dumb: “What are you talking about?”

“I already told you,” I replied. “That black dude, for example.”

“Oh,” he retorted, “All I made out of that was you snitched on him, and he got angry.”

“Well, you read it all wrong then,” I corrected. “He threatened me, didn’t wear a mask in the hallway, nor did his friends, and they made a big nuisance of themselves right in the hallway near my door!”

“They were just chillin’, trying to have a nice time, and you got in their face,” he interjected.

“Nope, they forced me to stand up for myself, and put a stop to their craziness,” I further explained. “And they, and another dunce, got driven away from me, because of their wicked behavior. One of them even died.”

At any rate, Wattson, Deek showed ZILCH sympathy, even though I gave him mine. He loves to play the asshole. When he spoke about how difficult some people are, they’re drama queens, I mentioned how he, himself, acts like that from time to time. At that, he scrunched up his brow and queried: “What do you mean? When did I ever do that?” I said why bother, you’ll just get upset and deny everything. He actually just DID that only moments earlier, over a smartphone and a headset! But that was at the beginning of an otherwise excellent exchange of words.

Off they went then; we wished each other god’s blessing and a lovely night. Gave the pooches one last hug before I returned hovel, myself. I do want to point out, though, that his gripes are far less hyper, and he always keeps a soft voice through it all. Another good change that started some weeks ago. As for my tech adventures:

I got my Xfinity account locked down to be ultra private and secure, by blocking their offer to phone, text or snail-mail me with promotional material, including paying an occasional door-to-door visit to sell their wares! Who do they think they are: Jehovah’s Witnesses? I’ve never had ANY company do that…struck me as a rather strange selection in their opt-out list! See attachment.

I also registered my three smartphones and one tablet with my Xfinity account, for additional security. And put both my Moto and Google Voice numbers on the national do-not-call registry, and set up call screening for GV.

My laptop is now connected via ethernet, while all other devices use wifi, of course. Comcast encourages all their customers to just forgo ethernet entirely, as there’s really no point in using it. But something happened yesterday to prove otherwise. For about 12 minutes the wifi went down, right in the middle of installing an app on my Moto. So I checked the other two phones and my tablet: yep, they were all disconnected! My first thought was that it’s a Comcast outage in the region, so I started searching the ‘net for any reports coming in, on my laptop. Then it hit me: I can still get on the web with my main system! That told me right there, it probably was NOT an outage, but a glitch in the router. Had I not been using ethernet, I would’ve been at a loss, and without ANY Internet access at all!

Xfinity’s EBB approval arrived in the email yesterday. It’s right there on my billing page. So looks like I’m good in THAT department. You have to FIRST sign up with the gov’t’s Lifeline Support EBB program, and wait for them to send you a yea or nay. Which took all of two days in my case. THEN, and ONLY then, if it’s “yea,” should you go to your Xfinity accunt and register. They approved me just a day later. Others have had major glitches re. EBB, even though they’ve gone through registration and approval via the proper channels. Such as described in the following Reddit thread:

Others, like me, have been more fortunate. So now, I have great Internet access FOR FREE, though Boudica only knows how long THAT will last!

MAJOR learning curve re. Tracfone service, Moto E features, Android 10 and Xfinity. Spent three solid days getting through it all, but I’m there. Algernon never had it so good! But where are MY flowers?


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Subject: I just learned something new about the Dog Star!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 29, 2021 11:16 PM

…from this EarthSky article:

In India, Sirius is sometimes known as Svana, the dog of Prince Yudhisthira. The prince and his four brothers, along with Svana, set out on a long and arduous journey to find the kingdom of heaven. However, one by one the brothers all abandoned the search until only Yudhisthira and his dog, Svana, were left. At long last they came to the gates of heaven. The gatekeeper, Indra, welcomed the prince but denied Svana entrance. Yudhisthira was aghast and told Indra that he could not forsake his good and faithful servant and friend. His brothers, Yudhisthira said, had abandoned the journey to heaven to follow their hearts’ desires. But Svana, who had given his heart freely, chose to follow none but Yudhisthira. The prince said that, without his dog, he would forsake even heaven. This is what Indra had wanted to hear, and then he welcomed both the prince and the dog through the gates of heaven.


Subject: A bit more about Deek that I forgot to mention:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2021 10:43 PM

Remember, Wattson, I told you I’ll never bring up the false pregnancy issue to him? Well, HE brought it up himself when we last met up…much to my surprise. Remarked how he was befuddled that she looked ready to bust with puppies, but now she’s as normal looking as can be.

“Didn’t I tell you it was a false pregnancy, Deek?” I replied, while rubbing her once-again flat belly.

Also to my surprise, he did NOT play the drama queen by opposing or mocking me, but accepted what I said matter-of-factly. It did give us BOTH quite a scare, and made us think the other had not kept his word. But I’m glad it happened, as Deek now knows better, that false pregnancies are real, and that maybe Zeke knows a thing or two about dogs.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: A bit more about Deek that I forgot to mention:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 30, 2021 11:07 PM

> Oh, if only we could get her fixed…

Out of the realm of possibility. A pathological idiot stands in the way.


Subject: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 4:46 PM

I JUST fed and watered them, after our usual group hugs, kisses and all-around canine jubilation. Deek came by an hour ago, said he’d like to go bicycling, and can’t do that with the pups. He still had that HUGE speaker on a dolly, and asked me to bring the OTHER heavy speaker down! I questioned his decision, considering he’s already burdened with much weight, but he just brushed it away, he can handle it…while strapping down one speaker atop another, and hooking the dolly up to his bike. Well, at least you’ll get a lot of exercise, I acknowledged. In sum:

All was calm in his interactions, didn’t even bring up anything to annoy me, at all. Which makes me think of that dog star tale out of India, whereby the main character’s love was challenged w/o him even knowing…and he’d sooner stay with the pup than go to heaven without him. So he passed the test and they BOTH entered through Nirvana’s Gates.

In a similar manner, Deek’s been testing ME with the dogs, by presenting one difficulty after another. Till the point where almost ALL my anxieties over them have finally vanished. At any rate, I couldn’t POSSIBLY be more content, than with the brindlekin my most honored guests…not even if God’s Own Angels came to me with a bounty of gifts in exchange for the pooches. I would turn them all down. For a dog’s love is boundless.


Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 5:57 PM

> Every little thing they do is magic!

Their love and kindness radiate! Always a gift to gaze upon them, no matter what they’re doing, or not. As I said: a dog’s love is boundless. And God is love…so there ya have it. People go on these quests to find God, too foolish to realize they should just adopt a dog. Isn’t calling this divine creature “god” spelled backwards more than enough of a clue? It’s like hitting them over the head with it!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 7:34 PM

> Harming a dog should be a capital crime.

I adamantly agree. The fact that it isn’t, only shows what a barbaric society we live in.


Re: The Pups are Back!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 1, 2021 10:58 PM

> It’s even worse in other parts of the world. At least we don’t (as far as I know) have dog-meat farms, like China, Korea, the Philippines…

I’m all too aware of that. I’ve seen some videos, and they were horrific! Those sweet pups wagging their tails in friendly expectation, right up to the last moment when they are hung upside down and skinned alive. Beyond hearbreaking.

This is where my Bodhisattva Premise kicks in, in a most important way. And why it serves me so well, and can for everyone else. In that SUCH TRAGEDIES DON’T REALLY OCCUR. It is either a fake report, staged by the angels…or the dog’s consciousness has already departed to a friendly realm, while a dummy actor replaces it, to act out the throes of terror.

The PURPOSE of broadcasting these scenes is to teach us the virtues of compassion and long-suffering. And, since God is a loving God, she or he creates these false events, so that no REAL creature is persecuted. Once we’ve learned the lessons of virtue, the veil is lifted, and we finally see for ourselves: no harm, no foul. But if we come to this conclusion too soon–that these horrors never happened in the first place–we will never learn life’s most important lessons, which are the virtues. These lessons MUST be thoroughly drummed into our psyches before we are ready to cross over into a higher plane of existence.

I was given this remarkable epiphany years ago, over a vision I had of Randolph’s soldier buddies whom he lost to war in Vietnam…causing him GREAT grief and guilt, as did the hellish fate of that country’s innocent civilians. Which I wrote in my seminal work, “NeoPositivity: a Gay Religion.” It was a vision granted to me by Odin, of how Randolph’s misery shall be redeemed, along with that of every soldier who’s fought in battle. Odin then showed me how this revelation expands beyond the matter of war, and into all other aspects of existence, when it comes to terror, tragedy and crisis.

This new understanding that came to me is actually all there, in any religion or spiritual belief that counts. But you have to think for yourself, rather than listen to common interpretations, which sometimes are wrongly skewed. For when it comes to “sacred text,” what really IS literal, and what is figurative? I can cite from each of the major religion’s books, their most relevant passages which give clue to my Premise.

But why bother? I have already done that in various essays, but no one will comprehend until the time comes for their OWN veil to lift. Besides which, we are entering the era where ALL the world shall have this Golden Truth brought to light. Otherwise I would not know of it, myself…I’m just a bit ahead of the curve. So why bang my head against the wall, trying to get people to understand before their time? My writings on this matter shall one day be celebrated for the visionary screeds they truly are.

And I steadfastly believe that day is very soon, Wattson. It will mark the greatest transformation of humanity to ever occur. And it will be wonderful.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Well guess who’s back…Arwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 12:05 AM

Washing the dishes, getting ready for bed, which first means settling down with the pups to watch a couple of scary movies…when suddenly I heard that familiar “Whack!” of the parking sign out front. Now, since the Hohokum smoke shop opened, their workers hang outside most nights, and sometimes you’d hear one of them give their own slam on that sign. So I wasn’t expecting to see My Comely Chameleon when I stuck my head out the window a few moments ago. But yep, it was him!

He didn’t look back, and I didn’t call out…only because of that little smoke shop cabal that would love to stick their nose in my business…thus I didn’t want to draw their attention by hollering out the window. Nonetheless, it was a signal to let me know he’s back. Because all the many OTHER times I’ve heard that sign get pounded, not one of them proved to be He Who Found My Amethyst Crystal Under His Heel.

Things are gonna get interesting. Can’t wait to introduce him to the brindlekin! Maybe he’ll scare some sense into Deek, to surrender them to my care. He owes me at least THAT much.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: SF to spend $1,000,000,000 on the homeless for the next two years!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: June 2, 2021 10:10 AM

What you need to know about London Breed’s new budget proposal

This is good. BTW, Deek has been speaking to the Homeless Outreach Team (HOT) on a regular basis, for help in getting a roof over his head, including the pups. So far, they’ve turned him down, due to budget restraints. But I told Deek to keep up the search, something really good will eventually pan out for him. He has already turned down ONE offer for emergency shelter, where he’d live in a warehouse environment with dozens of others, and no privacy! “Good for you,” I commented, “don’t settle for the first thing that comes along.”

These emergency shelters are poorly run, noisy and with theft and violence problems…and an AWFUL place for little doggies. There’s also a curfew, which really rubs him the wrong way. Plus, he’d be separated from his network of street friends…and that kind of isolation CAN’T be good. The shelter they offered him is way out by the bay: not his usual hangout.

But he’s making excellent progress, and I believe the pups are a powerful stabilizer for his bipolar swings. I would not be surprised at all if he soon comes to realize how important it is to not expose them so much to these chilly nights…and decides to have them stay with me more often. Everything I told him regarding better care for his dogs seems to be sinking in. Thank Artemis!

So this morning I stepping out with the pups for their usual morning walk, only to see a group of homeless camped out on the corner, just thirty feet away. Flaco & Lucky’s attention was riveted upon them, and I hoped to avoid any barking or conflict by skirting around them via taking the curbside route, instead of the sidewalk. Which really gave little leeway, but I had no other option, except to turn right towards Castro Street…which is another can of worms.

Thankfully, the dogs did NOT bark, but I saw one of them (a short, scruffy blond-haired fellow) eyeing us with suspicion. I wanted to cross the street right then and there, but the traffic light was on red. Sure enough he hollered out to me:

“Hey, where’s Deek?”

I turned to him, shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know.”

Seeing as that response wasn’t gonna satisfy him, I elaborated: “I’m dog sitting for him, so he can take a break, ride his bike.”

“Oh, okay,” he replied. The light turned green at that moment and, as I crossed over, called back:

“You guys have an excellent morning!”

As we returned hovel, I thought: are they still parked on that corner, am I gonna have to deal with them again. But no, as I approached my residence, I saw they had already departed. What a relief!

Jeez, it’s like walking through a field of land mines sometimes, just to do good around here. Between the nasty residents in my building, and the dysfunctional meth heads on the streets seething with paranoia and Deek’s own gossip, it’s a wonder I haven’t been seriously threatened or beaten up by now! Or evicted.

But I’ve won every single battle thrust my way so far, and intend to beat the odds in any future conflict. I am nothing if not driven, for the sake of my brindlekin! No cause could be more righteous, AFAIC.

And maybe more street folks seeing me with the pooches will work in my favor, especially regarding Deek’s possible death, arrest or hospitalization. For more of them would know who to bring the dogs to, in such a crisis. They’ve seen me stepping through that front gate dozens of times by now…with the doggies. Both coming and going. I have no private life any more, either outdoors or inside! Thanks to Deek’s drama-queen bullshit, and the building manager’s extreme harassment. Flaco & Lucky & me against the world!


The Final Chapter (part 11)

May 26, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17k]

Subject: Broke down, got the Moto E from Amazon.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 8:04 AM

$49, locked into Tracfone, comes with a SIM card, arrives May 28th. But I SHOULD be able to use the card I already bought. So I’m out a hundred dollars, and I may probably squeak by with my remaining funds for the month (including two more $60 allowance payments to Deek). I’ll look over my bank account in the next few days, to see if I’ll need your assistance to get me through. Thanks, Wattson.

Enough with this unlocked phone crap, and US Mobile’s sketchy delivery. If I want a phone from them, I have to be home to sign for the delivery, including via USPS. That makes me nervous, because they don’t always deliver if you’re not reachable via smartphone…they don’t even bother to press the buzzer at the gate. I’m not about to hang around the building outside to catch them, or keep poking my head out the window every two minutes. Amazon has been very efficient with delivery, for the most part…they keep it simple.

THEN I gotta deal with Comcast, which I do NOT look forward to. i may wind up shipping everything back, and just use public wifi again. Which would put an end to my affair with Internet home service. So long as another PLAGUE doesn’t fuck up my plans.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Comcast has been VERY responsive!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 23, 2021 12:49 PM

I was gonna wait till tomorrow, Monday, to start calling their support, but decided what-the-heck-i’ll-do-it-now. And I’m sure glad I did! After just under an hour on the phone with a VERY nice woman named Brenda, I can now log into my account online, and they’re sending a technician over TOMORROW MORNING between 9-11 AM. The problem is exactly what I suspected: they have to activate my cable hookup somewhere in my building…probably in the basement, where all those cables and wires are. YIPPEE!

Glad that Deek didn’t show up while I was on the telephone. But he did, just minutes after I hung up! Wanted me to watch the dogs, as I just gave him $60, upon which he said “I gotta do some stuff.” Ha-ha, wonder what that “stuff” is.

Anyway, I told him if for some reason the pups wind up staying overnight, to PLEASE return next morning before 9. As I’m having a Comcast technician over, and all pets should be removed from his or her presence. And the next day I’m to get my second shot. You just watch, good doctor, he WON’T show up tommorow morning, and I’ll have to barricade Flaco & Lucky in the alcove right outside my door. I’ll dump a few sleeping bags down, and block it with one of my wide storage bins. Hopefully, the techie will be fine with that. The visit should be no more than two hours.

And, should Deek not show up the NEXT morning, either, I’ll be forced to take the pooches with me, for my Moderna booster. Which means if he drops by while I’m not there, he may panic…and it could be an hour or more before I return. HOW HE ALWAYS MAKES THINGS DIFFICULT FOR ME, no matter what!

Anyway, it’s GREAT to have these angels with me again…and they are so happy, too! I let them off their leashes a quarter way up the stairs, and they immediately dashed off to my hovel. As I caught up with them, Lucky pranced back out to make sure I was following. Flaco showered me with kisses, as I hugged her with much delight. She always makes a point of saying “thank you” in so many ways…her waggy tail no less spontaneous with gratitude.

Interesting timing, eh, Wattson: Deek showing up right AFTER I got off the phone with Comcast. Obviously, the ongoing script of Brindlekin Tales is moving along splendidly, towards a jubilant climax and final act.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Leaving Chronic.net on a Good Note
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 23, 2021 4:48 PM

Just posted this in their “General” forum:


Subject: Thank you, Chronic, for your excellent Internet service!

I am soon leaving your service due to my low income, and switching to an ISP that offers a great deal for those who are eligible, under a gov’t subsidy. So my last post here is to thank you immensely for your dedicated customer service, and efficient and friendly technical support. But once I make my first million on my almost-completed novel (bound to become a global, if not intergalactic, success) you can bet I’ll be back, and subscribe to your ultra-premium service. Until then, I’ll recommend Chronic to anyone looking for the best ISP in this little corner of the universe. All glory to the hypnotoad!

That should make them happy.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Leaving Chronic.net on a Good Note
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 23, 2021 7:16 PM

> They should be paying YOU!

Well, of course. I will send them my bill when they least expect it. Here’s “Flaco Under Cover,” 1.5 minutes:


RE: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 23, 2021 11:28 PM

On 2021-05-23 18:57, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> I think that to some degree, even with friends, human beings are still really to some degree islands never really fully connected to anything other than our own consciousness, which is the only thing which we can really, directly experience.

You can drive yourself INSANE by getting TOO philosophical about that kinda stuff! It is what it is, and the ego may rebel against it. But just do as much good as you can in life, and practice keeping a balance with your emotions, and all will be fine in the long run. Some say that life is meaningless, as does the existentialist…but you can CREATE your own meaning. So that’s what I’ve accomplished, only to conclude the only way I could get there is because life is actually NOT meaningless. And that’s one of the great messages in my Brindlekin Tales.

Speaking of islands, my friend John (who I thought had died, but just learned two days ago, did not) has become an island of Trump madness. While much relieved to discover he’s alive and kicking, I am also disgusted by his right-wing stupidity. Which seemed to have developed over the years, since his return to Philadelphia and old high-school chums. You may read his pathetic email to me, and my response, in my latest chapter.

I mulled over for a couple of days on how to respond, whether to just skirt around his obviously nasty ideology, address it with kindness, or just let him have it. I finally decided to let him have it, come hell or high water. If you want to get right to it, and just read those two emails, click on the chapter link, then search for “Chuck,” which is what I call him in my stories. Having read that, you can find my reply by searching for “let ‘er rip.”

> With the exception that occasionally with a life partner it does seem possible to literally share thoughts in a way that seems paranormal.

That is quite rare, but a tremendous blessing when it happens. I have never known that, but am now actually perfectly content any more, regardless. Because I have evolved in my awareness of what life is about, especially since two sweet little doggies have brought such joy and comfort into my life. So, there will come a time when I finally discover my life partner a.k.a. soulmate, in spite of my advanced age. And I know it will be WONDERFUL.

> I admit that if I had not been partnered, I might easily have become a hermit with little or no social life. That might not be so bad, if I were in a remote setting surrounded by nature – woods, streams, mountains, valleys. I don’t think that I’d need a lot of money, if I had Nature.

I could be quite happy with that kind of life, as well…and with a dog or two, or three, to keep me company, I’d be ecstatic!

> Sometimes, I would really like to just get away from the human race and lose myself in remote natural surroundings, but I cannot do that with a partner, since he would not adapt to isolation as well as I would. I think that I could like it, just fine, if it were just up to me.

EVERYthing has its pluses and minuses, though I’d say that acquiring a life partner is better than winning the lottery. Though wouldn’t it be stupendous if you had both?

> One friend who died recently, I had thought was very social and outgoing, but I learned from a another friend who had known him even longer, that before he was partnered, he was a homebody that never did much. It was his partner who brought him into an active social life (a bit like me).

True friendship can do that, whether it be a “life partner,” or a great “buddy.” Platonic friendships are also a blessing. Anyway, I got lotsa good news for ya, Carlyle:

– Relationship with Deek is markedly improved, which also creates a better, safer situation for the doggies. He trusts me more to watch over them, which means I’m having them visit more often.

– I’m switching my ISP to Comcast, thanks to their “Xfinity Essentials,” a gov’t subsidized program for the poor, where you get very cheap broadband, up to 50Mbps DL and 5Mbps UL, unlimited data, and tech troubleshooting/maintenance/repair at NO cost. I chose them over AT&T because I prefer to avoid what is by now “old school” DSL. Going the same route as dialup. Too many issues to deal with…including rainy days sometimes wreak havoc on the lines.

The cost is only $10/month plus taxes and surcharges. And all new customers get the first two months free. But now that the Fed gov’t has started the Emergency Broadband Benefit (EBB) program, which pays $50/month towards their Internet service, to all who are eligible, my Xfinity will be entirely FREE until that EBB program comes to an end. It’s temporary, but will probably go on for well over three months.

I ordered the self-install kit and got everything set up and working within an hour. But two problems arose: Comcast would let me sign up for an account online, claiming I’m not in their records! Which is ridiculous, because they APPROVED me for Xfinity Essentials just several days after I filled out all the forms and sent them proof of my eligibility (a pic of my Medi-Cal card, in my case). My conclusion is that they failed to transfer my info into their customer database.

The other problem was that my cable outlet was not active. It has NEVER been used since it was installed over 20 years ago! At least, that was my hunch, which turned out to be correct, after talking with a Comcast representative who was VERY nice, and got BOTH issues cleared up for me, just shy of an hour. That was earlier today. A cable guy is coming out tomorrow morning to get my line activated, and then I should be good to go!

– Losing my landline, because it was part of the bundle with my Sonic ADSL service. You could NOT get Internet alone, as their contract with AT&T to use their lines, required them to include phone service. I’m having some difficulty in finding a low-rate cell service that isn’t crap, so I broke down and ordered a Tracfone, and a month of unlimited text and talk (plus 3GB data). I know their service sucks, but I need to buy more time to settle into the RIGHT cell service for me. Which will probably be US Mobile, really good rates, you can build your own plan, top extra data you might need one month. For $12/month I can get unlimited talk and text, plus 1GB data. Or I can build my own, such as: 75 mins. call, 100 texts, and 50MB date for just $5.

I hardly make phone calls, and texting is zilch. But for Amazon delivery, that will come in handy…so maybe I’d use anywhere from 1 to 5 texts on any given month. I really don’t need data, but I can always adjust the plan anyway I want. I’m thinking maybe whenever Comcast is down, I could top up my data a few gigs, in order to stay on the ‘net. And I can do that immediately, via their app. If I want to go whole hog, the unlimited everything plan is just $35/month, which includes a whopping 30GB data.

But with FREE or just $10/month Internet, I can easily afford their highest-end plan, anyway. Which is GREAT! I will NOT be taking my phone outside, I’ll just leave it at home. So the only REASON I’d need a lot of data, is if Comcast goes down more than I’d like. My biggest data needs are uploading my videos, and watching videos, movies, TV shows. But the last two I don’t consider necessary, that is, I can live without ’em. So I’m gonna start on the low end re. my smartphone plan.

US Mobile has excellent customer service, unlike any of the Obama phone ones, which are REALLY crappy. The phones they give out for free are impressive, but it’s their service that stinks. That’s why I’m not bothering with that option…tons of customer complaints re. overcharges, wiping out your minutes, text or data, etc. I have not found ONE Obama service that is NOT poorly rated. Besides, I’d actually be spending LESS with US Mobile, than with Lifeline…assuming I’d build my own low-end package.

If I wind up needing to use so much data, I’ll need a larger screen. The only thing I could find on Amazon is an external device for around $20. It’s just a large, plastic lens on a stand…but that would work! There are possibly Bluetooth displays out there, but I haven’t found any so far. There are HDMI ones, but I won’t have a smartphone with that kind of port. With a larger screen and my Bluetooth keyboard and mouse, I’d be set. ALWAYS important to have a backup for those times when your ISP goes down.

But I also can access either of two public wifi spots just below my building, one on each side. The reception is very good from my room…that is, with a wifi extender. But I need to get the password for each place, so I think I’ll pop down to both of them, soon, and order a snack and sit down and use their online service. Small price to pay, to have their access from my hovel, in an emergency. Plus, I ALWAYS run a VPN with a kill switch.

– I have converted ALL my chapters thus far, into digital narrations. Took quite awhile, and hard work tweaking each chapter to be compatible with the software…59 chapters to get through! Since that radio host abruptly stopped reading my tales, I figured I’d have to do it myself. I WAS planning to download each chapter he read, and upload to my Youtube channel. Alas, that didn’t go very far. But after putting off reading them myself for several months (which would prove to be an exhausting venture that I shunned), it finally hit me: NARRATE THEM IN DIGITAL VOICE! So now I’m caught up with converting all chapters, and only need to turn each one into voice mode as I publish my latest. So I’m now up to my 63rd chapter, still with no end in sight. Looks like the third book of my trilogy may turn out to be three times larger than the first two books combined! I just can’t bear to have it go beyond a trilogy, and into a fourth and even fifth novel! I just love the idea of a trilogy, a.k.a. “trinity.”

You’ll see in my “Brindlekin Tales” section how I display each chapter with a [narration] link next to each one.

The quality of the voice is more than good enough for hearing impaired folks to enjoy…along with anyone who just loves audio books. Though some day soon, people will catch on to my tales, and voluntarily create narrations in their own voices. I may also hire one or more professional narrators to read my stories…once the moolah comes rolling in. Though I imagine by the time that happens, there will be growing numbers of my admirers who will gladly take over this work for me, at no cost. That will also include film animations and various other expressions of media, such as plays and philosophical debates over my Bodhisattva Premise.

Anyway, Carlyle, thought I’d share with you some of the interesting things going on in my world, lately. I have never felt better or more self-assured in my entire life, than I do now. And it all comes down to two, sweet little pooches who have triggered this transformation. If Jesus really does exist, I’m certain he’d return as a dog!

My tales WILL rock the world…and make it a much better place for everyone, in the process.

– Ezekiel


Subject: Cable guy (Said) was here, very nice fellow, but…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 12:26 PM

…it looks like they’ll need to replace the cable from the main box (which is on the top floor), to my dwelling. Because for some unknown reason, my cord has been cut. So, Said (pronounced “sah-eed”) called his supervisor, who will get in touch with me in two or three days, to arrange the replacement. Onward and upward!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Cable guy (Said) was here, very nice fellow, but…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:02 PM

> Lawd have mercy.

I know! Just one thing after another…an exhausting, uphill slog to get even the simplest thing done! Talk about cutting it close to being withOUT any Internet service for awhile! My Chronic.net account will expire on June 5th.

Before Said arrived, I laid out newspaper over my floor, because I don’t want shoes on in my hovel, and Americans are generally obstinate about being asked to remove them IN YOUR OWN HOME. He had unscrewed the cable from my gateway, to make sure it was working right. It is, but he failed to screw it back in. I had a terrible time connecting it in the first place, now I’m back to square one trying to screw it back on. You have to press down REALLY hard and start turning the nut clockwise, while never releasing pressure for even a blip of a moment. Just spent a half hour trying to screw it back on, but still no success. Don’t know WHY they make it so difficult, they’re just threads! And, get this:

I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A PHONE to arrange the cable replacement. Or even any Internet!

Yesterday evening Amazon emailed me to say my Tracfone will arrive early tomorrow morning, instead of Friday. Well, the original order said it would arrive this Tuesday, if I purchase it within so many hours, which I did. Now it’s supposed to show up today, which it has YET to do…and it’s no longer “early.” And around three hours ago, I got a “welcome” message from Tracfone, saying that the phone comes with their SIM card for one month of unlimited text and calls, plus 2GB data. I think if I don’t activate it, it will be good for any other month. Which would be great, as I can then use my already-activated card that I bought a couple of days ago. If such be the case, I’ve wasted only $10, not $42.

Certainly, one thing I’m NOT gonna do, is use automated payment with Tracfone. I don’t want them to have their claws in my bank account. I’ll just purchase a new SIM each month…if I even use their service longer than 60 days.Their approach is to cancel your present phone number you have with them, if you fail to set up a NEW SIM before the previous one is depleted. They don’t even give you a day’s grace! That’s obviously because they REALLY want you to switch to auto-pay.

Their cheapest unlimited deal is $20 (plus 1GB data), so of course Walgreens doesn’t sell that one…but only the NEXT least expensive, which is $10 more! I really don’t wanna spend that much in the long run, since I rarely even USE my phone. However, thanks to Comcast, I may NEED unlimited talk for two or three weeks.

I finally got around to applying for the EBB, which required a pic of my Medi-Cal card, my California ID, AND my Social Security card. I got accepted into the program three days later, which is today. They give you a unique application ID, which you use to hook into your Xfinity account. However, when you load the page Xfinity has set up to get that done, it says: “Your request couldn’t be processed at this time. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please give us a call at 1-800-XFINITY for assistance.”

So again, I’ll have to phone them and go through hoops to get beyond their gauntlet of automated options, in order to speak with a HUMAN representative! What a grind.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: My latest emails to Chuck are bouncing back again, including my “Let ‘er rip” piece. Maybe Kismet has decided on her own, to free me from any further contact with the fool. Once a friend, / But now a fiend. / It has to end, / I must be weaned.


Subject: Another idiot in my building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:33 PM

…is very annoyed at the pups. They bark wildly whenever he passes them with his two chihuahuas…which happens maybe once every other month. The last time I brought the pups hovel, he was at the 2nd floor hallway, holding each of his little dogs in his arms, and remarked as we came up the stairs with Flaco & Lucky barking: “This is too much!” That was several days ago.

So, this morning we crossed paths again, and I stopped to explain that I’m sorry my doggies barked at his, but they don’t bark any more at people in the building. It takes them longer to adapt, because this pandemic has made our hallways and lobby silent and empty most of the time…so it took longer for them to calm down. But even more rarely, do they see other dogs inside, so it will take even longer for them to adapt to that. Unless he takes some time to acquaint his pups with them.

He then cut me off, said he’s seen the dogs outside, and they’re always barking like mad with their homeless owner. (Which is NOT true, as regards the “always” part.) Before I could point out that their behavior outdoors is because they’re protecting him from all the crazies, and the chaotic streets…that is not how they behave in the building…he took off in a huff, and quickly descended the stairs: “I beg to differ, that is not what I see!”

His problem is he really wants nothing to do with me, because of the gossip I’ve had to suffer at 9666 Market for decades. My attempt to talk with him today put him on the spot, and it looks like he’d rather keep projecting enmity, than respect my friendly attempt to resolve the issue. Which is really a NON-issue; he’d rather play the drama queen. He has never seen the dogs NOT bark, because he’s always with the chihuahuas when my pups pass by. Had they been with me this morning, he’d’ve seen them NOT kicking up a ruckus, because he was minus his own pooches. Conclusion:

He’s just a smug, snotty POS who’d rather stir up crap about me, than understand my point…which is my mutts are doing really well when it comes to spending time in this building. He has basically accused me of lying. Well, maybe I’ll just give him a friendly hello whenever he goes by, from now on. Let’s see him blow his stack!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Another idiot in my building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 1:47 PM

> Kill ’em with kindness.

The deadliest weapon of all!


Subject: Deek took the dogs with him last night. :(
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 24, 2021 3:35 PM

When he dropped over yesterday, early evening, he said to keep the pups inside, and come downstairs. He wanted me to recharge his Bluetooth speaker, another much smaller speaker, and a new smartphone. He said thank you, and he’ll be back in a few hours to take his stuff and pick up the doggies. I suggested they stay till next morning, it’s healthy to give them a break from the cold nights. He waved his hand mockingly, smirked and said no, they’ll come with me.

So, by 10:30 PM he returned, to pick everything up. I was hoping he’d change his mind but, nope, Flaco & Lucky went with him, too. But before he departed, I reminded him that in two days I’m scheduled to get my second shot, so I won’t be around till the afternoon that day. He then remarked:

“That vaccine will make you sick!”

“No it won’t make me sick,” I replied. “It’s very IMPORTANT to get that second dose.”

“Well, I had a friend who got those shots,” he elaborated, “said he felt like SHIT for a buncha days after.”

“Oh, I’m ready for that possibility,” I retorted, now realizing he meant a common side effect. “I’ll take feeling like crap, like I’m coming down with the flu for two or three days, any time over NOT being vaccinated.”

To my surprise he added, “But then he felt fantastic, better than he ever did before!”

I was pleased he wasn’t playing the anti-vax shtick this time around, and was sort of acknowledging the covid vaccine is a good thing. Then he wished me a good night, with god’s blessing…and I did the same. Off they trotted, all three, with Flaco glancing back at me several times before they reached the opposite corner. If only they could’ve stayed overnight!

At any rate, I’m not gonna let any of this get me flustered. I’m the winner here; reality just hasn’t caught up yet. But it will, and soon. So where the fuck is my smartphone? I WANT MY SMARTPHONE, I wanna get the ball rolling on this! Why is such a simple upgrade to my life such a complicated, burdensome matter? You’d think I was waiting on the Holy Grail to show up! Imagine that:

Some knight of yore on his sacred quest, actually stumbles upon the Holy Grail and, as he lifts it to his eyes, discovers a Tracfone stashed within, buzzing like mad to be answered…there’s a message just for him! But of course he doesn’t KNOW how to answer it, nor that it should even BE answered at all…the entire concept is alien! He concludes it is the devil’s work, so orders his horse to crush it under a hoof. And with that, the actual grail vanishes like a wisp of fog in his hand. He will tell his story to no one.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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Subject: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 25, 2021 4:38 PM

Before I start this missive, you should know: I GOT MY 2ND MODERNA SHOT THIS MORNING!!

I FINALLY have a new phone number, and wanted to surprise you with a quick call and a text, but the only number you gave me, I’m guessing is long defunct. Or at least, there doesn’t seem to be a voicemail option. The robo-responder said: “The wireless number you are trying to reach is not available at this time. Please try again later.”

At any rate, I am not asking for your new(er) number, if you are not comfortable giving it out. We already have frequent email correspondence.

I’m impressed with the quality and features of this Moto E. Latest Android build: 10. It’s actually a “phablet,” which I much appreciate, because larger screen. Includes wifi calling and tethering (though you can’t tether w/Tracfone, no big dealie). 2GB RAM, 32 gig storage (with 22 gigs freed up, after Android’s needs)…plenty of room for my use!

Since my account is “no contract,” I can easily downgrade to fewer minutes and texts…which would cost me as little as $10/month. Or even less, if I pay in 3-month allotments. As it now stands, I spent $50 for a beautiful smartphone that includes Tracfone’s one month of unlimited calls and text, plus 2GB data. That plan is $20/month, so I got the phone for just $30…and it’s a keeper.

If it turns out I really need high data access on a regular basis, there’s always US Mobile’s excellent, flexible plans! But at least for now, I have plenty of time on my hands, to decide whether or not I like Tracfone, and if not, switching over won’t be based on a desperate deadline, as it was this first time around. I WILL, however, have to purchase another phone, because the Moto E is locked into Tracfone. US Mobile also sells that model, but for $150.

I also have a Google phone number, which I’ve never used, but it may prove cost-saving in the long run. I think I’ll use it for non-critical contacts, and keep THIS phone number mostly for online banking, shopping, and some fee-based Internet services, such as my Idrive backup service and Private Internet Access VPN. Oh, and also for 2FA security, of course.

I CERTAINLY won’t post it to any MCN list, just as I won’t post my Comcast addie there, either.

Comcast is sending another technician out tomorrow morning, to get that new cable installed. Hopefully, I’ll be on the Xfinity ‘net some time soon!

Things are moving so fast for me, my head is spinning! Comcast support and techies have been REALLY nice.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 25, 2021 8:26 PM

> Oh, that number has been dead and buried for years!

I thought so.

> Here’s the cell #.

Okay, thanks. I just sent you a text for the heck of it.

> My phone is similar to yours, a Motorola. I like it a lot.

Impressive quality for their low-end models. I’m happy with my Moto. The fingerprint ID option is very “handy,” hardy har-har. I like this Motorola phone, but I can’t place a finger on exactly why! Wait a minute, I can, I can!

> I use Tracfone, and they’re mostly just fine.

I had no idea…a classy empress like you! It’s “the people’s phone.” So tell me, Wattson, do you use autopay? And if so, have you had any problems with it?

> though customer service can get a little dicey at times. I’ve heard roosters crowing, dogs barking, pigs grunting and babies crying in the background on some of my calls.

Wow! I had no idea. Phone support is always my last resort (as I’m sure it is yours) so thank deity for Reddit, which has a Tracfone sub! What are the reasons you’ve had to call them, if I may so inquire, good physician?

> Of course, I have nothing against people who must struggle to make a living, but sometimes there’s a “colloquialism” barrier that makes me wish for a regular old Murrican!

That’s stunningly dystopian! Of course, if you apply my Bodhisattva Premise to that, you will conclude they are actually trickster angels at a posh service center, having a riot pulling your leg! Probably enjoying a gourmet repast gratis of their employer (and served three times daily), while playing farm animal recordings in the background.

> Welcome to the Moderna Club!

And proud OF it! I’ve already taken a pic of my vaccine card, copied it to my main drive, then backed it up to an external drive and two cloud services: Google Drive and Idrive. Also, copied it to my new smartphone…and the other two phones, for good measure. AND my tablet. So I think I have all bases covered! Well, ALMOST all, as I still have to get the actual card laminated!

I’ve had three people in the past several days warn me that I’ll probably feel sick for awhile after my 2nd Moderna shot. {That would be Brenda from Comcast’s phone support, Deek, and a worker at a Cambodian-family-run health food store this morning.) I had done some reading up on this last night, and it turns out EITHER variant can make you feel shitty, just as flu shots do for some. But I think there’s a sort of class warfare going on, where those who claim Pfizer, feel superior to those who’ve been “Moderna-ized,” as if the “M” shots were reserved for the downtrodden.

Perhaps elitist clubs and gated neighborhoods will form, where only Pfizer types will be welcome. Maybe that will expand further, into a class split between “Pfizerians” and “Modernians,” like H.G. Wells’ Eloi and Morlocks! So it will no longer be enough to just get your two shots, but which ONE you were injected with will be the determining factor as to who IS, or isn’t, a pariah! It is not clear at this time, where the “Johnsonians” will end up in the pecking order. We will just have to wait and see. But this latest faux class warfare will make the “Maskers vs. Anti-Maskers” fiasco look like a picnic in Tahiti!

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Re: Moto E smartphone = very nice! And I now have a new phone #.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 7:25 AM

> I am known for my common touch. It’s why my people love me so much.

No argument here, Your Most Esteemed & Glorious Potentate!

> Well, I ordered a cheap little flip phone online for Derrick and Diane (before he so sadly died), and when it arrived it refused to recognize the very strong Verizon signal around here. Spent a couple of hours on the phone with customer service trying to get them to send a replacement that would work here. No dice. So I called the local Rite Aid, and a gal there said they carried flip phones, set one aside for me, and it worked! Meanwhile, I had packed up the first one to send back, and put it on a shelf preparatory to mailing it off the next day. A few hours later, I heard a most mysterious and faintly ominous little music-box tune, like something out of a Chuckie flick, coming from I knew not where. Could not locate the source of the little tune, which went silent after a minute or so. Was I going insane? Did I have a brain tumor? Leprechauns? When it happened again, I went to the box on the shelf: I had, when messing around with the phone, set an alarm.

Well THAT was a letdown; I was hoping you’d say someone’s miniaturized head sprung out, a la “It’s a Good Life!”

> That’s the most plausible explanation.

My Bodhisattva Premise has ALL the right answers! There is no question it cannot answer, no Gordian Knot it cannot unravel, and no frothy mocha latte it cannot perfect. Take that, Starbucks!

> I didn’t get any side effects at all. But the Iron Empress never does.

There ARE no miserable days for the Iron Empress. Woe to any herbalist who claims otherwise, and tries to sell her the farm! As for yours truly, it’s now morning (I set aside composing this email), my left shoulder is now sore, and my arm rotted overnight and plopped juicily to the floor the moment I arose. It doesn’t even stink. So I don’t see all the brouhaha some people make over the Moderna vaccine! I have voice recognition, and it works very well.

> We Morlocks will get the last laugh. As we always do.

Right; we run the underground, much like the Mafia. But we are still sad, for the loss of our glorious queen some four years ago, who perished in the Millienial Molting Wars. Long live her noble and esteemed majesty, Mary Tyler Morlock!

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: BTW, did you know that “Morlock” is a legitimate surname? See: https://www.mylife.com/mary-morlock/e613417623438


Subject: My Xfinity Account Will Soon Be Canceled!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 9:21 AM

Another cable guy, Lester, dropped by, who I expected to hook up a new cable to my hovel. But he told me Comcast wasn’t being honest because they never told me there IS no service for this block, and the next one over. So I asked what that was all about with the other cable guy fussing with the cable box upstairs? He said it’s not a Comcast node, he’s been working in this area of the city for years, and knows which blocks have Comcast service, and which don’t. And that NO ONE in my building uses Comcast, nor do any of the businesses below, though they’d like to.

And that he’s sorry to tell me this, but he will cancel my account for me, to save me the trouble! So I replied:

“So much for Internet Essentials…I’m NOT gonna use AT&T. But thanks for your honesty, I guess you work is done here; you didn’t even need to come by.”

He said no problem, and that’s all she wrote! But I wonder why the building manager didn’t know about this; you’d think he would! So I left a voicemail for him, telling him the weird and unexpected situation just foisted upon me. Now, if he says that’s not true, some residents DO use Comcast here, I’m gonna bust a gut! However, I just looked through all active wifi points on my network and, sure enough, no Xfinity…except two, very weak, 1-bar nodes.

So whaddya think of that, Wattson? My hopes keep getting dashed, it’s like a roller coaster ride! Actually, I just might have NO choice but to go AT&T, and their program for the poor is REALLY crappy. For one, I’ll be stuck with DSL. Not good.

The other alternative is to rely solely on a smartphone with generous monthly data amounts. That would be US Mobile. However, that means yet ANOTHER expense, and no longer using my NEW Tracfone device or service! And I wouldn’t be able to use a large screen, because tethering is an extra expense.

Back to public wifi for me, I suppose! Can’t even use dialup any more! “Internet Essentials” is costing me money and headaches.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: Building manager just called me, and says HE uses Comcast from his apartment! So now what do I do?


Re: My Xfinity Account Will Soon Be Canceled! UPDATE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 10:51 AM

I just posted the following missive to an online form called “Send Tom Feedback,” which is located here:

https://support.xfinity.com/svp-contact-form

–begin:

I am stymied! I was supposed to have a Comcast tech come by today at 9 AM, to replace an old cable that connects to my unit, because it wasn’t letting me get online. He DID show up (name of Lester), and just told me that Comcast isn’t being honest, that there is NO service for this block, and the next one over! So why did the OTHER tech who came by three days ago (Said) look at the cable box upstairs, to discover my cable had been cut, and it needs to be replaced? He said he’ll arrange with his supervisor to send another tech out in two or three days…and that would be Lester. Bad enough, but I believed Lester, who offered to cancel my account for me (to save me the trouble), so I said okay…now, I wish I hadn’t.

Once Lester departed (after spending just a few minutes to tell me the bad news) I spoke with my building manager, who said HE uses Comcast for his Internet service! So what the heck is going on here? I may soon have my Internet Essentials account CANCELED, and have no more Internet from home. Because the service I was using, I arranged to have shut down by June 5th…and I can NOT afford to resume their business. That would be Sonic’s basic DSL service, which was costing me $73/month, including the landline phone.

I was HOPING to make a smooth transition from one service to another, but this is a can of worms! FYI I now have a smartphone, so my present number registered with Comcast will also be defunct by June 5th. My NEW number is 415-[xxx-xxxx]. I have JUST verified that number on my Xfinity account…which I guess will be canceled very soon, unless someone at Comcast intervenes!

–end

I have used this page twice before, to post a compliment for how helpful phone support and tech maintenance was. But after sending that off, I contacted phone support again, and spoke with “Ava,” who was also excellent in dealing with my bizarre situation. She assured me my account will NOT be canceled, and arranged to have a supervisor come out tomorrow morning. I also got my account updated with my new phone number. Yay!

So I posted another “Send Tom Feedback” missive, complimenting how well Ava handled my ridiculous outcome this morning, saying she really made my day, her help was outstanding…and she guaranteed my account will NOT be canceled. I think this Tom fellow (who is listed as “Tom K.” at the top of that page) is “Tom Karinshak, Executive Vice President and Chief Customer Experience Officer, Comcast Cable:”

https://corporate.comcast.com/news-information/leadership-overview/tom-karinshak

My new smartphone is already saving the day for me! Though setting up 2FA on Amazon was a big flop, because they never TEXTED me the OTP (one time password), to verify! Made me worry that perhaps it was a Tracfone glitch, but now I don’t think so, ’cause I set up 2FA with my bank and Xfinity, and they both went off without a hitch. Anyway, I then tried to get Amazon to EMAIL me the OTP, but THAT didn’t work either! As a result, I became LOCKED OUT of my account!

So I had to send them a pic of my California ID, in order to be able to use their service again. First time around they rejected it, claiming my name and address was all they need to see on that card, not my face or ID number! So I then blacked that all out, and resent it…this time, it was accepted, and I’m back on Amazon. But I’ll tell you ONE thing, Wattson:

I’m never gonna try to set up 2FA with THEM again! Conclusion:

I’m getting really POPULAR with the Comcast family…maybe they’re enjoying my Brindlekin Tales behind my back!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:03 PM

…just for a few minutes, amid all this Comcast kerfuffle. He just wanted his devices recharged, but I took a few minutes patting and hugging the pooches. Flaco wanted SO badly to visit, it broke my heart once again. On top of that, Deek started mocking me, saying he doesn’t want me to get all mushy and kissy-poo with them. So I stood up, told him he needs to stop talking to me like that…I’m just being KIND to them! Then he pulled his Michael Savage shtick on me again, knowing how that annoys me no end. He said I can listen to him on the web. So I replied he’s an evil man that’s poisoned many minds. Then he retorted, how you never know when he’s gonna get all up in your face outta the blue.

I told him he did already, through HIM, just parroting the words of the devil, thinking he’s so clever doing that, but he’s not. At any rate, I told him to put it in a sock, I didn’t step out to be insulted. But it’s always good to see him and the dogs, and I hope you all have a lovely day. Then I went hovel, lugging the 20-lb. speaker up the stairs, along with a smartphone and two, raggedy old headsets, one of which won’t even connect with the USB plug, because its port is the wrong shape. Or, perhaps, it’s been damaged.

Deek seems determined to never have Lucky & Flaco over again…he’s at war with his own demons, mistaking them for me. But that’s how they operate, and Deek is just too clueless to know that. Though I’ve tried many times, to explain. I’d have given up on him months ago, if it weren’t for the doggies. Last night was BITCHIN’ cold, and knowing the pups were out there did NOT make me feel very well. I have utterly NO respect for Deek at this point, but I hide it well.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:21 PM

> Yes. For the sake of the doggies. They are SO worth it.

I feel like I’m wrestling with the devil, to preserve their lives. This is a wicked fellow.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Comments for Tom Karinshak
From: Comcast Support
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 26, 2021 2:25 PM

Dear Mr. Krahlin,

Thank you for contacting the Office of Tom Karinshak. My name is Janice, and I will be assisting you from here. What you described in your email is not the type of experience that I want for any of our customers. Trust that you have reached the right place to have your concerns addressed. As someone who works from home, I understand how important it is to not lose internet services.

After reviewing your account, I see that there is an appointment scheduled for Thursday 5/27/2021 from 9a-11a for a technician to complete the internet install, and I see that your phone number has been updated to 415-[xxx-xxxx]. I am sorry about the misinformation Lester gave you and I want to assure you that I have all the confidence in the technician that will arrive tomorrow to get your services up and running. I want to assure you that you will not have to worry about being without internet service.

After the technician leaves tomorrow if you are experiencing any issues please do not hesitate to respond and we will be happy to assist you. Just as a reminder you always have Xfinity.com and the Xfinity MyAccount App as great self-service options to help you out. Again, thank you so much for reaching out and letting me help you with this issue because we appreciate you and look forward to providing you services for many years to come.

Sincerely,
Janice M
The Office of Tom Karinshak


Subject: Google Voice works great!
From: Comcast Support
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 26, 2021 3:37 PM

With it, I can make and receive calls via wifi, though it will use data if that’s all you have at the moment. Set it for wifi calls on your smartphone (if you have that option), and you’ll save on calls, unless they’re unlimited. If GV proves to be that reliable, I can purchase a less expensive cell plan. With the smallest about of minutes…and texting as well, because I can use an app for that.

You can set up GV to send voicemails to your gmail address, including transcriptions. You can also record any conversation, if your party agrees to it. You can be alerted on your smartphone, as to any missed calls, and voicemail. But by July, you will no longer be able to forward your GV voicemail to your cell phone. You can even have GV use the number you have set up with them, to be the one for callers to respond to, in lieu of your cell number.

Anyway, you can also run GV on your PC or laptop…but it looks like using the Chrome browser sis the only way to go about it. Because I download a Windows app called “GVnotifier,” and it refused to install! So I loaded Chrome, tried to call my landline, but it said I need to activate the microphone. Looked at my seetings, which claim that the mic is working, but when I test it, it says it only gets a level 0, which means it’s off. So I clicking on the troubleshooting link, and it says “error!” Anyway, here’s my Google number…which works fine on my smartphone.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I feel SLIGHTLY run down from the second shot, but it’s minor. Like the first stage of coming down with the flu: an achy feeling throughout my body that puts me in “relax” mode. It’s actually kinda pleasant.


Subject: Oh, and I saw Deek again…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 4:03 PM

…just for a few minutes, amid all this Comcast kerfuffle. He just wanted his devices recharged, but I took a few minutes patting and hugging the pooches. Flaco wanted SO badly to visit, it broke my heart once again. On top of that, Deek started mocking me, saying he doesn’t want me to get all mushy and kissy-poo with them. So I stood up, told him he needs to stop talking to me like that…I’m just being KIND to them! Then he pulled his Michael Savage shtick on me again, knowing how that annoys me no end. He said I can listen to him on the web. So I replied he’s an evil man that’s poisoned many minds. Then he retorted, how you never know when he’s gonna get all up in your face outta the blue.

I told him he did already, through HIM, just parroting the words of the devil, thinking he’s so clever doing that, but he’s not. At any rate, I told him to put it in a sock, I didn’t step out to be insulted. But it’s always good to see him and the dogs, and I hope you all have a lovely day. Then I went hovel, lugging the 20-lb. speaker up the stairs, along with a smartphone and two, raggedy old headsets, one of which won’t even connect with the USB plug, because its port is the wrong shape. Or, perhaps, it’s been damaged.

Deek seems determined to never have Lucky & Flaco over again…he’s at war with his own demons, mistaking them for me. But that’s how they operate, and Deek is just too clueless to know that. Though I’ve tried many times, to explain. I’d have given up on him months ago, if it weren’t for the doggies. Last night was BITCHIN’ cold, and knowing the pups were out there did NOT make me feel very well. I have utterly NO respect for Deek at this point, but I hide it well.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Maybe he ain’t so evil after all…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 26, 2021 5:22 PM

…as he just showed up again only MOMENTS after I posted my last missive wherein I called him wicked…and he handed the pups over to me, said: “I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks!” And off he went, in a rush for only god knows where, and why. He TIMED it, knowing, somehow, I had just accused him of being a vile person. This is no coincidence, Wattson. This is my Bodhisattva Premise continuing to affirm its truthfulness to me.

By now, you are well familiar with this premise (perhaps overly so), thus no need for me to hash it all out again. Just look at it as a play, a brilliant script, and admire the timing of my many challenges, and their juxtaposition. They are ACTORS on the stage we call the world, setting up the ultimate scenario, the final act, where I will be celebrated as the star of this show, the hero! And one of these thespians just happens to be Deek. Which I have cited numerous times before, and as to why I see it that way, in detail.

So now while I type upon the keyboard nestled in my lap, Flaco & Lucky are deep in Doggie Dreamland, loving the comfort of my cushy cot piled with kids’ sleeping bags…and my many hugs and caresses. But I made sure they had some ducky treats first! Flaco’s eyes light up like a lighthouse beacon the moment I break out the snacks.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I have also given some consideration that this Comcast debacle was also scripted, simply because they enjoy how calmly and equitably I deal with crises. They are tricksters, too! And I guess having a good laugh over this, back at the office or whatever stands in for a workplace in this time of plague.

Comcast’s CET (chief executive trickster)

The Final Chapter (part 10)

May 22, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17j]

Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 3:28 PM

> I signed up for regular emails from them. My clicking habits, my taste for the grotesque and arabesque, was sensed by their algorithm. Sometimes they’re way off, but mostly not.

Thanks, I just looked into it and have already found various bizarre Pinterest pages to subscribe to. I’m also gonna resume by subscription with Tumblr. Checking out intriguing pictures is a rewarding way to spend some leisure time. And you never know which one will stand out at any moment, and perk up your mind.

So, Deek finally showed up again, after two, cold, damp nights outdoors with the pups. Didn’t even offer to have them stay with me for awhile…just wanted more dog food, a disposable razor and a cigarette lighter. Of course, he also asked for another advance on this Sunday’s allowance, but I turned him down, said he’ll just have to wait, as my budget is especially challenging this month. He hardly gave a squeak of resistance, which is impressive. I pet the pooches for awhile, they look just fine and happy as usual. Then off they went, with Deek thanking me again, for all I do. And back hovel I went.

He’s up to something, but I sense whatever it is, is good. I suspect he’s thinking some things over, reassessing his life and taking to heart the important words I’ve been imparting these past few weeks.

He should return this evening, to pick up his cumbersome, lead-acid-battery-powered speaker (god I can’t wait till he gets rid of it), and a smartphone. I have a hunch he’ll also ask me to keep the dogs for the night.

My free US Mobile SIM “try us out” chip should arrive today; I paid $1.99 for fast USPS delivery. But yesterday they sent me a notice that it will arrive some time today, after 5 PM, from FedEx! Which company is ALWAYS a headache to get things delivered to this building. Thanks for nothing, US Mobile..you’re already off to a bad start. My Xfinity installation kit should also arrive very soon, in a day or two. This time from UPS, another headache…so I paid them $4.99 to drop it off at the UPS store on my block. Just to avoid any deliveray mishaps.

Oh brother, just now as I completed the previous paragraph, I heard Deek call “Yo!” below my window again…said the razor I gave him was used. And the last one caused his face to break out. Ridiculous, I always pull a new one out of a bag of Bic razors I ordered from Amazon! He told me to just toss one down, so I held up the bag, to show him they’re new, and flung him the second one. Well, I guess he’s still gotta come up with SOMEthing to complain about, as things running smoothly just ain’t his gig. His face is often dirty, as are his hands, so he shouldn’t blame the razor, he should blame his own hygiene.

At least he’s not hanging out around the corner behind my building. I know, because I just checked. I had to pass through a gauntlet of elevator workers a few times, going up and down the stairs to meetup with Deek and bring his stuff inside, and my stuff outside…as well as lug a heavy box of canned dog food from the lobby, that Amazon just dropped off. AND TWO OF THEM AREN’T WEARING A MASK! Worse yet, then the manager adds himself to the mix, walking up the stairs with a bag of groceries, and PASSES RIGHT BY a maskless worker without uttering a word.

I love how, one moment things are quiet as a church, but then when I have something to do that involves stepping out and back in (especially when it involves Deek) suddenly everyone and his uncle are all around me. I have fantasies of mowing ’em all down with an M240.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek showed up yet AGAIN…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 5:31 PM

…to pick up his giant speakers and smartphone, after such a short time! Said he’s in a rush, gotta go somewhere. Right when I opened my door, I heard the building manager come down the stairs, speaking with someone accompanying him. So I was held hostage in the side alcove where they couldn’t see me, waiting until I heard the front gate close, before heading into the lobby.

Deek just said thank you, took the items and departed…didn’t allow me even a moment to hug and pet the pooches. Flaco pulled firmly on the leash, right by the front gate, because she REALLY wanted to go inside! Deek forced her forward, but did NOT show any anger, OR yank on her leash, this time around. He was gentle; that’s an improvement. Both pups looked back several times, and slowed Deek down. I just stood with the gate ajar, gazing at them with love. Flaco turned to glance at me one last time, at the curb, before they crossed.

Well, Deek now has a fresh supply of dog food, that should last a few days. I wonder if he plans to keep them away that whole time, or comes to his senses and has them spend the night here, or two nights here…for warmth, comfort and a break from the mean, cold streets. This is NOT funny, or cute, or decent…their health and lives are at stake, but at the mercy of someone who lets petty emotions like jealousy rule his world. At the expense of two, precious furry angels. Who love my company so much; and I, theirs.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 18, 2021 8:26 PM

> At least you got to pet them. Crucially important. For them, and for you.

YES! Absolutely crucial. I made it very clear to him, numerous times, that if he doesn’t show up with the pups each time he drops by, then I don’t show up to see HIM. If he ever gets rid of the dogs to anyone other than me, then I get rid of HIM. He knows I mean it, and I emphasized I’m being adamant for HIS sake, as well as the mutts’…because he’d wake up in a world of grief a few days later, as he realizes his horrid mistake.

Though it looks like he’s growing out of his immature reactions…just not as quickly as I’d like. He’s been consistently courteous to me, in the last 10 or so visits. Though he SHOULD also tell me to go ahead and spend a few minutes with the pooches, instead of saying he’s in a rush, gotta go somewhere.

> I know the feeling. Or scorching them with flames, dragon-style.

Or have some super-hero power where I could strike terror in their hearts, make weird, fleshy appendages grow from their faces to make them look so disgusting, people puke at their visage! I actually have a lengthy LITANY of vengeful fantasies against these dip-shits. If only ONE would come true, I’d be satisfied. Regardless:

I am confident that Kismet SHALL avenge me, though not necessarily through one of my countless, wrathful vagaries. One of my enemies has already keeled over (Todd in 208), so there ya go.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Here is my smartphone that’s SUPPOSED to work with US Mobile:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 12:34 AM

Click here for a larger view.

I bought it 7 months ago, with Android 9. It only cost me $39, and I really don’t want anything more than a basic setup. I don’t want high quality pics or videos, nor want to play games or watch shows on it, or any other fancy stuff. It will stay at hovel, for phone calls, texting, 2-factor authentication, and maybe some uploading chores. But it WILL come in handy for those times when Xfinity is down. I’ll just top up my data amount to cover that.

My OTHER smartphone, a Tracfone with Android 7 (which I purchased from Boulevard Joe for just $20 three years ago), I will take outside and use to read ebooks, listen to podcasts and music, take photos and videos, and call 911 if that ever comes up. Which is what I’ve been doing all along.

I can’t imagine why people would go about in public with an expensive smartphone that is so easy to lose, break, or steal! And loaded with SO MUCH personal information on top of that. I’d be a nervous wreck taking my cell-service smartphone outside. And the ridiculous prices they charge for a phone! Even the $150 Moto-E offered by US Mobile is too expensive. After all, I’ll only be paying less than $10/month from their service. Even at their bargain price of unlimited service (including 30GB data) which is $30, doesn’t justify a high price tag for a phone.

I’ve noticed that all these bargain cell services sell mostly upper-end phones, with maybe two or three going for less than $200. What a scam! So many good phones are out there in the $39-59 range, why are they not included for purchase in these cut-rate cell services?

Interesting thing I just learned about the Xfinity gateway: its router has a second antenna that sets up a public wifi hot spot that has nothing to do with the customer’s OWN wireless access. Anyone with a Comcast account who is nearby, can log on with their own username and password! Such as a neighbor, or any stranger outside within range. There is supposedly a way to turn that off, but some say that Comcast has recently thwarted it. Unlikely that anyone would piggyback off my modem, but if it WERE being used that way, it could certainly slow down my connection! That’s all I need: a neighbor hogging up my line, so my own connection slows down to barely a crawl!

Well, no pups for company tonight. I wish them love and protection, always.

– Zeke K-Holmes





Subject: Chuck from Philly is alive and well! Here’s his email that just arrived.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 10:58 AM

Though unfortunately, his right-wing aspects are all aflare.

Subject: catching up
Date: 2021-05-19 08:27
From: Charles Kapinski
To: Zeke Krahlin

Zeke, it was uplifting to hear you on my answering machine.  We don't have Pacific Bell, we have this Verizon shit.  Their accounts are screwy; they won't let me make long distance calls, claiming I "don't have a long distance provider."  I'm on land line & they're trying to make me go digital.  I really hate high tech bullying and this digital shit.  I'm looking for a land line alternative.

The laptop needs a battery and it's been difficult getting computer time at the only plug in option I have, Staples.  Then when I do get ahold of a chance (the only place I can sit with my laptop is at a computer workstation, along comes somebody who wants to use it and I must relinquish the seat.  Hence, I seldom ever cover all my destined bases on internet time.

I don't know why the server is sending stuff back to you, I'm enjoying the video links you've sent me of Flaco & his playmate.  As to my health, such as it is, what I'm suffering from more than anything is a colonic hernia.  But the other stuff went away with plenty of apple juice.  And until they knock it off with this covid shit, I'll wait them out.  I don't want some clinical gestapo trying to force a needle on me.

I have seen so much written about beware of the vaccines, the companies are exempt from liability.
I don't trust them.  So many bars and clubs in lower Bucks County are full and no one is obeying the stupid mask mandate.  Sometimes the waitresses do because their bosses tell them to.

My heart cries for anyone living in greater NYC, LA or SF metro areas having to put up with this limited business hours everything shut down inconvenience.  Being nearly 100 miles off the international busy air traffic ribbon path circling the globe eases things considerably.  They don't fear this horseshit in Montana or Wyoming, or even in the South.

The real truth about this covid nonsense is that 92% of the deaths are in nursing homes and from co-factors, covid's just the last straw.

Biden is a dirty bum with lying eyes.  Traitor Joe.  The dummies who support him overlooked his campaign backers - the drug companies.  He said "I'll lower your drug costs." (now wait a minute, how can he be working for us if he's working for them?).  As soon as he got inaugurated, he canceled Trump's order to big pharma to lower the cost of insulin for diabetics, PROVING what a lying piece of shit he really is.

Anyway, what I need to do is go to a battery store and get one for the laptop so that I can get online sitting in the car.  My friend's kid says there's one at the nearby suburban mall (I hate malls).  I will not buy one online.  In the beginning of this shut-down hoax, I tried that and I had to petition the credit card agency that they sent me a dud.

****************

Further, on a separate note; why don't people see through this bullshit?  Every 20 years the corporate banking people who really run the world lay something heavy on us.

Hitler
Kennedy's bullets
AIDS
9-11
this covid-19 shit

I can't help but believe it DID'NT come from China, but rather a lab in NYC.  Because in the beginning there was a spike in Italy.  Very little air traffic between China & Italy, much air traffic  between NYC & Italy.

All the little stupid people (geese) at the church where I was volunteering to feed the homeless are getting shot with poison.  Their leader, the wimpy pastor, told them "we can do this".  I told him he was not a leader, but a follower, and presented him with the many points AGAINST the vaccine, especially the fact that the companies are EXEMPT from liability.  It has been making people sick.  School children received contaminated doses.  That was in the news; yet try to find it on a search engine, and you won't.  The web is policed.

I am fed up with this shit.  Constitutionally I have a right to privacy.  I am not obligated to "report" to medical authorities.  This is a feeble attempt on their part to pry into my personal affairs.

As stated above, our bars & restaurants in Bucks don't acknowledge the mask bullshit, as seen in the picture attached (horrible pic of me in the far right circled in red).  Philly is almost as bad as Frisco; no mask, no service.  But it's different in the burbs.  I only know that there is nothing in the air, at least not 75 miles away from any major international airport, something Philly no longer is, thanks to fiscal malfeasance making P-town the next Detroit.

Most locals have enough pride not to let the gov't order them around, but every now and again some cunt will bitch about "social distancing".  ANYone who doesn't realize that to be manipulative bullshit is obviously missing brain cells.

I'm absolutely HORRIFIED by the Chronicle headline I saw at Rosenberg's Deli in your pen testing video about "mask mandates".  California has become a damned police state.  Ouch.  That has to be undone.  I want to see the time come when the Democratic party reverts its priority back from censorship about what's not P.C. to freedom of speech and civil liberties.

https://www.news4jax.com/news/local/2020/11/29/anti-vaccine-message-greets-drivers-on-i-95-sunday-morning/
Click here for a larger view.

Re: Here is my smartphone that’s SUPPOSED to work with US Mobile:
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 11:37 AM

> I know. It’s crazy. If I lost my phone, all I’d be losing would be some photos and some highly inconsequential texts. I regularly download photos onto my computer anyway.

Yes, keeping all your sensitive information off a mobile device is wise. This sense of urgency created by the convenience of a smartphone is akin to a meth head tweaking his brains out!

> My first Android phone cost $39.95, worked great for years.

Of course! The two inexpensive ones I have work just great. Except for some reason, the BLU phone doesn’t save any videos I take…and I still haven’t figured out why.

> Why the fuck would Xfinity want to set up free access to wireless? They wouldn’t do it if there wasn’t some profit motive.

Well, the more hot spots they have, the more likely they can gather additional data for resale. Also, spying on citizens that is probably gov’t backed, and rewarded. Or corporation back…same diff these days. They have an instruction page that shows you how to turn OFF public wifi, which will be one of the first things I’ll do, once the kit is up and running.

> I hope they’re with you SOON.

Yep. On a wing and a prayer.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: “Chuck” from Philly is alive and well! Here’s his email that just arrived.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 11:44 AM

> Inflamed, I’d say. Sheesh.

Seems to me that ANYone with right-wing tendencies suffers some sort of bowel impaction. Or perhaps statistics might reveal that those who are born with (or come down with) such a malady, tend towards a Republican bent. Or, as the paraphrased saying goes:

“With friends like conspiracy nuts, who needs enemas?”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 1:10 PM

> I’m glad you’re using that leverage on him. Excellent thinking.

He won’t admit it, but I’m his big brother whom he looks up to. Everything shall turn out favorably on all levels…for I have paved the way. Including fending off the beasts in the jungle that is 9666 Market Street, hacking my way through the thick flora in order to establish a sanctuary on behalf of Flaco & Lucky. I feel like gay Tarzan with an Internet connection.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek just walked by a few moments ago, but didn’t stop.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 19, 2021 10:09 PM

I heard some gangsta rap growing louder, so peered out the window…thinking it was probably just another car booming its music. But it wasn’t, it was Deek walking up Market Street on the other side, towards Castro. With the pups on leash, looking darling as ever. But he didn’t pause for so much as a second, or look up at my window…he just kept rollin’ on.

If I only had wings.


Re: Deek just walked by a few moments ago, but didn’t stop.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 8:14 AM

> The lunkhead.

It’s like he’s doing that intentionally..knowing how much I adore the pups. But that should NEVER override his concern for the dogs’ own well-being and safety…which does NOT seem to be high on his list. IT SHOULD BE AT THE VERY TOP!

> If I were a New Age type, I’d say: “But you do have wings!”

But you’re not, and I don’t, so I couldn’t just fly out the window to greet them before they disappear around the corner. Not having wings is a great disadvantage in my current situation, Wattson. I envy Pterry Pterodactyl!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Just picked up my Xfinity installation kit!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 11:33 AM

I’ll be setting it up later today. Here’s the unboxing:


Re: Ebert on “Performance”
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 20, 2021 2:01 PM

> He was sweet on me back when I knew him; I, unfortunately, was only interested in lean, hunky men. Just call me Shallow Wattson.

Well, it’s wonderful you both kept the friendship going. And that’s FAR from “shallow.” He is honored by your fond memories. Anyway:

I got the Xfinity gateway all set up, connected via both ethernet and wifi. But I can’t GO anywhere with it, because I need to register for an online account. Yet it refuses to recognize me! It asks for the last 4 digits of my Social Security number, my date of birth, and my phone number…the exact same info I used to apply for Internet Essentials, which they finally approved.

I first tried to set up my online account three days ago, just to be ahead of the curve. When it refused to recognize me, I posted the problem to Comcast’s Reddit sub. One of their representatives said I need to wait until the kit arrives and I get it set up. WRONG! The first instruction to set up the kit, is to go online and sign in to your account with you ID.

So, today I again tried to create an account (which is when you create your ID), but once more it rejected me. So I reposted the problem to Reddit…waiting for their reply. BUT HERE’S THE OBVIOUS FAUX PAS:

They simply have neglected to add my subscription to the relevant database. Well, I still have my Chronic service until June 5th, so that gives me plenty of time to get it all straightened out. Attached is a pic of my new gateway where the old one used to be.

Click here for a larger view.

It’s more than twice as large, and chunky…like it was built in Russia. The coax cable is just long enough to fit flat between the wall and my work station, so long as I keep a throw rug flung over it. The blinking lights on the gateway are all a muted white, so no more lovely, green blinking dots to lull me to sleep. Curses!

I don’t even know if the cable is active, since the “online” light is not blinking. But that may be because I haven’t set up my account yet. No one’s ever used the outlet, as it’s only been ME living there, since they installed it. I was very angry about that, since I turned down Comcast’s offer to do exactly that, TWICE!. But the person who was building manager then, let them in anyway while I was out, and so the dirty deed was done. Now, almost 25 years later, I’m fukkin GLAD it’s there! Funny how things turn out sometimes.

Meanwhile, I’ve disconnected my Chronic ethernet (using wifi only now), and moved their gateway to another spot. I can’t believe I’ll soon be without my landline! But good riddance, it’s clunky and just adds to the clutter.

Oh, Xfinity just replied with:


Hello again, i-luv-ducks, thank you so much for reaching back out and I’m terribly sorry to hear about the continued login issue you’re having with your account even after receiving your kit! In rare circumstances, situations like this can happen, however, so that I can now take a closer look and see what tools we have on the backend to help remedy this situation ASAP, please send us a Modmail message with your first and last name, along with your physical address. Thanks again for your time and continued patience!

Hopefully, this will get resolved soon. I’ve been jonesing to get Chronic.net out of my life for good. Unfortunately, my username for my online backup service is “ezekielk@chronic.net” and I can NOT change it, even though I CAN change my email. So they’ll be haunting me for some time to come.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: I’m about ready to get another landline service…this is too much!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 9:41 AM

Yesterday’s post to US Mobile’s Reddit sub says it all, Wattson:

–begin:

Got an alert of FedEx delivery, but there’s nothing!

Four minutes ago I got an email that my US Mobile starter kit has just been delivered by FedEx. So I went downstairs to my apt. building’s lobby, to find NOTHING. Checked my mailbox: NOTHING. And it’s also the SECOND time I ordered the kit via USPS, and it was delivered by FedEx anyway, both times. (First time around I ordered the Super LTE whatever, single SIM. Because I was under the impression via this sub, that the ONLY starter kit came with TWO SIMS, not one…and when you order online, they pretty much look the same. So I made a mistake, no big deal, only a few bucks lost. So I ordered again, this time making SURE it was the 2-SIM kit.

I hate FedEx, never use them any more after SO many failed deliveries; haven’t used them for years. For some reason, they claim “delivered,” but just walk away with the package. I think it has to do with laziness, and some workers not bothering with large apt. buildings.

I was PLEASED that US Mobile is supposed to use USPS, but this is certainly NOT the case. I would never have ORDERED from them in the first place, if I KNEW they use FedEx. Jeez!

My landline of many years is set to shut down on June 5th, so I’m kinda pressed for time.

–end

So i looked around again for an Obama cell phone deal, and decided to subscribe to the one service that was the LEAST crappy (though still crappy enough), Lifeline Wireless. FREE phone, and unlimited talk and text, 6GB data for CA residents. But after inputting my email address and zip code, they responded with:

“We are currently not accepting online orders for your residential area.”

Now what? I’m avoiding going back to AT&T like the plague. So here’s another service providing a landline by using a special modem that you can plug your old-timey phone into:

https://communityphone.org/

The modem piggybacks on cell carriers in your area, and claims to be very reliable. You pay $20/month for their service, plus an initial $99 for the modem, which simply plugs into a standard outlet. If you pay $180 annually, it averages out to $15/month…but I prefer to pay monthly. And since my Xfinity Internet service is so cheap (or even free) I’m still saving a wad of money, compared to Chronic.net’s ISP/phone package.

However, there seems to be a problem signing up for EBB (Emergency Broadband Benefit), as their application page doesn’t seem to be functioning properly. This is according to one person’s complaint on the Xfinity Reddit sub. Just one screw-up after another! Getting a new phone service, whether cell or landline, should NEVER be such a headache.

I MAY need you help, financially, of $100-150 to pull me through, if I decide to go for that cell-service-based landline. Which I can easily pay back next month, or break it down to two months’ reimbursement. My Facebook account is set up for money exchanges.

Then there’s still the problem with Comcast not letting me register for an online account. And, since the cable outlet has NEVER been used, may require a worker to come out to activate it. So this COULD go on for quite awhile.

Can you imagine if I’m without either an Internet connection OR a phone at the same time? Well, I’ve broken out my old wifi extender, to piggyback on the public wifi from either of the two eateries below my hovel, just in case. I need to get their passwords, though, so I’ll have to order something cheap from each place, and sit at an outdoor table for a few minutes to get that accomplished.

At any rate, I need to figure out something fast, regarding a new phone service. It sucks, but I’ll get through it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Catching up on the MCN lists with five recent posts.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: May 21, 2021 10:22 AM

You may be aware (or not) of my participation in the “Mendocino Community Network” (MCN) listserv since March of 2017. Which county (and town by the same name, “Mendocino”) is 154 miles north of San Francisco, where I live. Why did I even get involved if I’m not part of their world? Mainly because I have a very good friend who has made that her home for decades, and who invited me to join. And since membership is free to anyone in the world, I figured “why not?” But also because another who lives up there is a radio host who’s read MANY of my tales, and invited me call in on a regular basis. That is not the case any more, for reasons I don’t understand; he just abruptly halted the association. Be that as it may, I’ve gotten entangled in their local intrigue (albeit willingly)…as well as become a target of a cabal of Republican homophobes who just ABHOR my participation. One of whom is an outright NAZI, who brags about that 24/7 on MCN’s discussion list (one of two lists I’m active on; the other is the announcement list). And, disgustingly enough, most subscribers look the other way, while some even prefer to join in his bullying against yours truly!

I have already dedicated TWO chapters of my Brindlekin trilogy to the MCN listserv, which are: “Checkmate, Mr. Kuzlowski” (chapter 14 of book 1) and “zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT” (chapter 6 of book 2). As well as inserted further posts from that venue, now and then in other chapters. And which I’m doing again right now, via the following comments which pretty much speak for themselves.

–begin comments:

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – Garage Door Company
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 15:44:17 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 15:30:01 -0700 Jared BOOGALOO Fisher squoinked:

> What’s really sad is when you read his self-assessment of his own writing. Here’s what he had to say:
>
> “After all, who wants to read about an old queer living in a crumbling single room and on Social Security disability for decades, composing one failed story after another, daydreaming at the senile age of seventy that he’s still ‘gonna make it after all’ (to quote from the Mary Tyler Moore Show’s theme song), and his vagrant friend’s two silly dogs?”

It’s called self-deprecating humor, Mr. Filcher, and is actually a sarcastic slap at fools who perceive the poor and the downtrodden as pariah, instead of as the human beings they are, and thus deserving of equal rights and the same opportunities as the smug affluent. Which is but one of the MANY lessons I teach in my tales, through humor, adventure, tragedy, cliff-hanging scenes, and inspiring words. Regardless of your pulling that quote out of context, and smearing it
with a hateful diatribe, I see you are up to chapter 15 of Book 1, wherein that passage resides. You are in for quite a rewarding ride, as you progress to later chapters. Glad you find my writing intriguing enough to even mention in this small-town, backwater list. Woo-hoo!

Re: [MCN-Announce]- [MCN-Discussion]- Even if you think discussing aliens is ridiculous, just hear me out.
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 15:54:32 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 15:30:40 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Just those who don’t think that having a “non urban, non Republican” relationship with negro boys over 30 years your junior is just a normal form of relationship and sexual preference that we are all to admire.

Your homophobia and racism are off the chart, Mr. Psychobitch. None of what you say about me is true, not even in the least. It only exposes your psychosis to the world at large, and how badly you need help, and maybe even locked up for the rest of your life. BTW, what’s this about your previous claims you’ve blocked me, and will never read, or respond to, any of my posts any more? You’re certainly not a man of your word…like every other Nazi in the world. In fact, I wouldn’t even call you a “man.” You have to EARN that, but you have such a long way to go, the universe will probably implode into the next Big Bang before you even get there. Truth is, you’ve NEVER stopped reading my posts, because you’re OBSESSED. And why are you obsessed? ‘Cause you’re a pathetic closet case…so deep in the closet, in fact, as to need a geolocation device and a bug-out pack to find your way out.

Subject: [MCN-Discussion]- Brindlekin Tales (was “60 Minutes 2nd Story Content Sunday”)
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 17:33:50 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Mon, 17 May 2021 00:38:49 +0000 Alvin Hock posted:

> Why, that’s easy. It’s the one that signs him up!

Of course, BUT…

…it is the public domain status I refuse to give up, that makes them hesitate. However, I believe so firmly in the messages of my tales, that it is important to keep them out there for anyone to read, entirely free of any monetary cost. But so many folks will come to love Brindlekin Tales, they’ll eagerly PAY for a beautiful, bound edition embellished with fairy-tale style illustrations and book cover. I will maintain full rights over my own writing, but books with added images will NOT be mine, but that of the publisher, in conjunction with whatever artist or artists they employ. Each of whom will get a percentage of the royalties, including myself.

Then there is my growing collection of related videos that are a whole ‘nother ball of publishing wax! Both my tales and filmography unravel a profound story of the struggle of one’s soul to do the right thing, and liberate oneself from unworthy desires, goals and intentions. There is profound tragedy and profound joy in these tales, riddled with cliffhangers that will make it impossible to stop reading until you get to the very end (which I have yet to reach, myself). And it is the beautiful spirit of two, innocent little pups who create such extraordinary changes. How they become the mascots of the Castro–and then all of San Francisco–and how this motivates my homeless friend (and keeper of the pups) to become a better person, and how it does the SAME for many residents here in the Castro and beyond…will touch MANY hearts, and spread the goodness of these brindle mutts across the planet. Via not just my blog entries and Youtube videos, but by books, magazine and newspaper articles, interviews, lecture tours, animated films, and so on.

And since my tales are already in the public domain, anyone is free to create their own versions, reproducing them in whatever art form they choose. A small percentage of any profit they make, will go to yours truly…say, one or two percent, but never more than that. There are different kinds of public domain arrangements. In my case anyone is free to distribute my works in any form whatsoever, so long as they remain intact (in whole or in part) , with credit to the author…and they are released or displayed for NO profit whatsoever (just enough to cover costs of replication). Should they WANT to make a profit, then that’s where the one or two percent for “moi” comes in.

That’s it in a nutshell…or maybe I should say, “in a dog’s wag.”

Subject: [MCN-discussion]- Brindlekin Tales (was “60 Minutes 2nd Story Content Sunday”)
Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 17:48:27 -0700
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Sun, 16 May 2021 17:53:12 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Well, if he/they think he’s “that good a writer”, I have yet to see any evidence from what he has posted here.

Nonsense. I composed a whole STRING of posts to you, that are now an entire chapter in the Brindlekin trilogy. During which time you accused me of “stalking” you…when in reality, I merely used that as an opportunity to express my own philosophy about life, including some very humorous passages. That string of posts includes chess-like metaphors from an imaginary board game I made up, called “Battle of the Bodhisattvas.” That would be chapter 14 of book 1.

Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Maddow’s Sane Plea for ‘Compassion’ on Mask Wearing
Date: Fri, 21 May 2021 10:07 AM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN discussion

On Wed, 19 May 2021 19:45:01 -0700 spike BOOGALOO dewars squoinked:

> Ah ! So you’re a Prophet ! Whose words of wisdom and enlightenment shall change all of mankind and it will be translated in all languages and spread throughout the globe as your enlightenment “vastly improve MILLIONS of lives across the planet “. So, essentially you’re a 21st Century Messiah ? Are you to be addressed as Your Assholieness ? Your Sickness ? How are we to address you, oh Prophet ?

Try excluding a space between the end of your sentences and the punctuation mark, you Nazi Nimrod. I am no more a “prophet” than any other author through literary history, who has inspired millions. They are not THAT rare. They may rightly be called prophets, if you so choose that label. The gift of prophecy is common among accomplished artists in any medium. My tales have already inspired many, in the recent past, and have been translated into other languages. To give LGBTs from severely oppressive nations, hope for a better future. My writings have even been translated in such places as Tibet, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Russia, China, India and Malaysia, for examples. My Brindlekin Tales trilogy is just building on that. Had I turned this into a profitable venture, financially, NONE of that would have happened. All my works are public domain the moment they are released online…I give my stories freely.

–end comments


Subject: Deek just dropped by, guess what he asked for?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 4:02 PM

An advancement on his allowance, of course. I just said, again, “Nope, not till Sunday.” This was from my window. He just walked away after hearing that, so I decided to step out and speak with him. He was by the bus stop with the pooches, whom I kindly greeted. I then explained to him:

“This is a very bad month for me, financially, no point in explaining the details because you wouldn’t understand.”

He was by then seated beneath the overhang, where another, older, white-bearded homeless person was also present…a friendly, harmless type. Deek just ranted on (though in a calm voice, I should note) while I further pet the dogs:

“Well, I’ll just have to hide from someone I owe money, and it’ll be right around your building. For two days, until I get the money. Probably with lots of other people around me, and we don’t care if we make a lotta noise.”

So I retorted (also in sotto voce):

“I’ll just have to call the cops on you. Anyway, keep your fake drama to yourself, please. Stop making up problems, then blaming them on me.”

The friendly vagrant smiled kindly at me (who was also, BTW, smartly dressed in a herringbone suit and a yellow-striped, white shirt; he was portly, and looked like Santa Claus) as I went back and forth to give the pups more hugs on an equal share. Lucky was atop the shopping cart with a cushy blanket to rest on, while Flaco was leashed and standing about. According to Deek, she never likes riding in the cart. That little lady really has a mind of her own.

I noticed that Santa’s grin grew broader when I chastised Deek about his needless drama…he seemed to get where I’m coming from, and approved of my tactic. Better yet:

Besides never raising his voice or speaking in an angry tone, he thanked me several times for all my help. It’s as if, as my bodhisattva, he’s testing my willpower. Which meant that, my caving in to his demands would’ve been the worst thing to do. I also observed how well situated Lucky was, with that comfortable padding in the cart. Both dogs appeared healthy and quite content. Another happy observation:

Deek has been showing up much neater than ever these days, including a tidy cart, and not carrying any trash, or leaving it strewn around! Well, I returned hovel and, a few minutes later, peered out the window to see if he were still by the bus stop. Nope, he wasn’t. So then I stepped into the hallway and looked out the window next to Moe’s corner apartment, to see if Deek and pups were now parked behind my building (like he threatened). Nope, they were not.

So, overall, I see vast improvements in his behavior, which seem to have started a few weeks back.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 8:00 PM

Deek returned to pick up his speaker and cell phones. The pups were on a leash each, but as I approached them, Flaco fled from Deek’s hand, ran right up to the font gate and furiously began scratching on it, and jumping up and down. Her happiness was boundless at the very idea of visiting me again! But Deek called to her, she ignored him and kept dancing by the gate. So I came up to her, said, “I’m sorry,” and escorted her back to Deek. I then said,

“How about letting them stay with me tonight, give them a break from the cold? They’ve been outside many days.”

“Naw,” he said, “I take good care of them; they don’t need to stay inside.”

I felt SO sorry for Flaco, for dashing her hopes like this. And Lucky. Deek said, “I get lonely at night without them.”

“I understand,” I replied, “but it’s important to give them breaks from the cold, damp weather, and they just LOVE visiting!”

He shrugged his shoulders: “Don’t worry, I keep them warm.”

I pet the pups some more, Lucky began playfully biting on my sleeve, up and down like a barber’s electric razor…but Deek told him to stop it. I said that’s just the way he plays, and says how much he likes me!

“Not my dogs,” he retorted.

At that point, I pet the doggies a bit more, said I’m really sorry to them both, and returned hovel. He’s now outside by the bus stop, hangin’ out. So near and yet so far! He’s got that very louder Bluetooth speaker and a fully charge cell phone with rap music…I sure hope he doesn’t intend to start a ruckus.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 8:22 PM

No, he left. Started to get me worried, though, as he WAS diddling with the speaker for a few minutes. I heard it “beep-boop” on, and a bit of rap playing, but only for a few seconds.

He had given me two small battery packs to recharge, but one of them had a bad USB connection, as it was too loose and the cord wouldn’t stay plugged in. Looked to me like the tiny metal female connection inside the device had snapped off, because there wasn’t any sign of it. So I decided this is the perfect excuse to step out once again, returning the battery after showing him what’s wrong with it.

By the time I arrived at his spot, he was already up and pushing the cart…probably thinking I was gonna reprimand him for turning the speaker on. I stopped him, said “Look at this,” showed him how the plug wouldn’t join. “Do you want me to throw it out?” I asked. He replied, “No,” took it and walked off with the speaker now booming rap songs, and the little doggies in tow, with Flaco glancing back with longing, until I disappeared behind the gate.

It doesn’t feel to me like he’s gonna keep that up; I mean, not having the pooches stay with me. He’s very calm lately, and it’s not simply repressed anger. He’s thinking some things through. I’m glad I stepped out a second time…there was something about it that was good, though I can’t put my finger on it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is so sad!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 21, 2021 10:31 PM

> Jerk.

Yep, he’s a monster. He wants the dogs for companionship, to keep from feeling lonely at night…but doesn’t think about their well-being. Forcing them to remain out in the cold, damp air EVERY FRIGGIN NIGHT, while claiming he takes good care of them. He’s not reachable. Neither the police nor Animal Control will step in unless it’s a truly horrific case of abuse and violence. The pups will die from prolonged hypothermia, then he’ll turn around and blame ME. “You jinxed me!” will be his cop-out. He’s done it before. However:

According to my Bodhisattva Premise, the greatest (and final) test is to manifest a crisis in my world, that appears to be totally hopeless, no solution conceivable, with tragedy the only perceivable outcome. MY responsibility is to learn to stay centered, and rest in faith. IOW: I need not advise Deek about taking better care of the mutts anymore, nor wallow in anger or grief over the present, ugly circumstance. Not that “failing” to do so would lead to a terrible finale, for the pups will nonetheless be fine. I believe I’ve pretty much accomplished the “right thinking” shtick, not obsessing over worst-case-scenario possibilities. But that Kismet seems to be determined to show me the remarkable results that will come of my forbearance and kindness…including training my own mind to stay in absolute balance.

Deek is so good at pressing my buttons, knows EXACTLY what to say to irk me the most. And keeps inventing NEW false accusations just to rub the salt further into my wounds. If he were truly crazy, he wouldn’t be reacting so calmly in his horrid allegations. Which also gives clue to a deeper strategy, one that has to do with my own personal growth. And this is a RECENT change in his behavior…as if his work is almost done, indicated by ceasing the temper tantrums that went on for many months, almost two years in fact, that is: since he acquired the first pooch, Lucky.

I have always sought to be the best I could ever be, so what else should I expect, but some sort of ultimate challenge? My Comcast and smartphone frustrations simply serve to push the envelope a bit further. It will all resolve in my favor. Look at all the other crap I’ve been through these past several months, and how I’ve come out of each crisis smelling like a rose!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Looks like 208 is finally moving out…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 11:11 AM

…or at least, it sure looks like it. Friendly, chirpy men and women have been stepping in and out of their apartment for the past half hour or so, lugging furniture, boxes etc. down the stairs and into a U-Haul truck out front. No sign of Myrtle or son, though…who have been nigh invisible the past few weeks. They are active members of the Yoonitarian Yooniversalist Church, so I presume this gaggle of movers are from said cult, assisting their departure. Fast and efficient though; they’re already gone, U-Haul truck just pulled away! Maybe Adisa is living in a drug rehab center for awhile. Better there than here! Those belligerent creeps weren’t his friends, they were sucking him into a cabal of punks, with peer pressure and (possibly) methamphetamine. And I was the one to put a stop to it. Shame on the building manager for siding with them; wonder what HE got out of it. “They’re just teenagers, what do you expect,” my ass!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Smartphone Update
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 1:02 PM

Not so angst-ridden now, since I’ve learned more about smartphone service and SIM cards. I already have two phones: the LTE Rebel 3 (Android 7), and the BLU Advance s50 (Android 9). The first one is locked into Tracfone, so in a pinch I can run over to Walgreens and get a SIM for $20, which will last me for one month…unlimited calls and text, plus 1GB data. The second phone is unlocked, and SHOULD work with US Mobile, with the OTHER SIM card that I’m still waiting on. If the BLU fails me, then I go Tracfone immediately, for a month or so, just to buy some time to figure out what to do next. That way, I can maintain telephone access, which I’ll sorely need in the likely event I’ll have to deal with Comcast.

Learning curve accomplished.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Comcast is charging $125 for signing up for the EBB, w/o telling you, and wants it the same day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 4:18 PM

> Christ.

So no one on Comcast Reddit has given me any help with my gateway not connecting. They say they’ll look into it, but they never get back. This has happened TWICE so far. So it looks like I’ll have to waste a lot of time on the phone starting Monday, to TRY to get this straightened out. Not many days of Chronic phone service left!

AND I JUST BLEW $42!!!

I have a genuine Tracfone device that checks out as works with their service…they even have that same model for sale. So I went to Walgreens, got a Tracfone SIM for $10, and spent $25 more for one month’s service (unlimited text and calling, plus 2GB data). Created an account with them online, went through the simple setup…everything fine with keying in my PIN on the card for a month’s use. Then I selected “activate” on my account, which then told me to dial a number, and if the screen freezes, restart the phone and try again. However, my phone says INVALID SIM CARD. So now I have an account that shows me set up for a month of unlimited service, but it’s WORTHLESS. So I searched the web for what to do about this, only to discover many Tracfone customers with the SAME PROBLEM, often after they’ve been using their phone for awhile, with no issues at all. Such as:

https://tracfoneforum.com/viewtopic.php?t=558750

The SIM card and month subscription are NOT refundable, BTW.

So there ya go, Wattson! Another day in hell.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Let ‘er rip!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 22, 2021 11:35 PM

I decided not to spare Chuck from my wrath.

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Re: catching up
Date: 2021-05-22 23:29
From: Ezekiel Krahlin
To: Chuck Kapinski

On 2021-05-19 08:27, Chuck wrote:

Zeke, it was uplifting to hear you on my answering machine. We don’t have Pacific Bell, we have this Verizon shit. Their accounts are screwy; they won’t let me make long distance calls, claiming I “don’t have a long distance provider.” I’m on land line & they’re trying to make me go digital. I really hate high tech bullying and this digital shit. I’m looking for a land line alternative.

I was using AT&T’s landline basic service for years, and they didn’t include LD. So I joined a service called OneSuite, which charges only a penny a minute for LD calls. They’re very good, I used them for almost a decade, never a problem. But you need to register online. Because you recharge payments online, through your bank account. You dial one of their local numbers for your area, then you dial the person you want to reach.

The laptop needs a battery and it’s been difficult getting computer time at the only plug in option I have, Staples. Then when I do get ahold of a chance (the only place I can sit with my laptop is at a computer workstation, along comes somebody who wants to use it and I must relinquish the seat. Hence, I seldom ever cover all my destined bases on internet time.

That’s frustrating.

I don’t know why the server is sending stuff back to you, I’m enjoying the video links you’ve sent me of Flaco & his playmate.

It started sending back all my recent emails to you, one by one, for around a two-week period. It is probably a glitch, because it seems to have stopped.

As to my health, such as it is, what I’m suffering from more than anything is a colonic hernia.

Sorry to hear about your hernia, any problems in the stomach or just below it can be MOST uncomfortable and painful, even if not serious. DON’T shovel snow any more, or push a lawnmower around…which overexertion may have caused the problem in the first place. Even if that wasn’t the cause, you can exacerbate it by such strenuous chores. I got sciatica from using a wheelbarrow that I foolishly overloaded back and forth, back and forth. This was when I was doing volunteer work for the Habitat Restoration Project for the GG Park Recreation network. And I know that some hernias are caused by physical trauma.

But the other stuff went away with plenty of apple juice. And until they knock it off with this covid shit, I’ll wait them out. I don’t want some clinical gestapo trying to force a needle on me.

You’re way off the rails on this one, Chuck, just like my brother. It’s part of the Republican hate cult empowered by our former president. Who was far worse than Biden is, or will ever be. ANYthing coming out of the GOP is diabolically frightful, and makes the Dems look like kittens. But it looks like you’ve gone WAY too far down that rabbit hole, for salvation to ever be possible, at this point. Just like my wack-a-loony brother.

You are NOT the Chuck I used to know, not by any stretch of the imagination. I guess your reuniting with old high school friends in Philly caused a sort of peer pressure effect, in that they all became Republicans and Jebus worshippers. If you can’t lick ’em join ’em, eh? When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

You are wrong about every claim you made in your email, but I’m not gonna bother picking it all apart, because you seem to be pretty much under the enemies’ influence at this point.

I have seen so much written about beware of the vaccines, the companies are exempt from liability.

Yeah, mountains of trash passed off as legitimate journalism. Nothing new about that, except the Internet has made such deceptive (and sometimes dangerous) twaddle more prolific and widespread, thus sucking more people in to become conspiracy fools. Like yourself, so it seems.

I don’t trust them. So many bars and clubs in lower Bucks County are full and no one is obeying the stupid mask mandate.

Sounds like a lotta dumb people in your neck of the woods! But they’re everywhere, San Franshitsco no exception. It’s the American thing, dontcha know.

Sometimes the waitresses do because their bosses tell them to.

Good for their bosses.

My heart cries for anyone living in greater NYC, LA or SF metro areas having to put up with this limited business hours everything shut down inconvenience.

Oh, please, doesn’t sound very much like it’s coming from your heart, Chuck. Perhaps you are confusing your heart for an organ much lower down?

They don’t fear this horseshit in Montana or Wyoming, or even in the South.

When it comes to hicks, hillbillies and yahoos, their lack of fear highly correlates with a lack of education. “My people perish for lack of knowledge.” – Hosea 4:6

The real truth about this covid nonsense is that 92% of the deaths are in nursing homes and from co-factors, covid’s just the last straw.

The REAL truth? I’m impressed at what a wealth of truth and knowledge you’ve become! Just amazing. See:

https://www.vox.com/2020/3/23/21190033/coronavirus-covid-19-deaths-by-age

Biden is a dirty bum with lying eyes.

And yet Trump is so much worse. Where’s your outrage towards THAT dumb old fart? Who is personally responsible for turning this pandemic into a nightmare, and loss of many good souls.

Further, on a separate note; why don’t people see through this bullshit?

I know, right? I don’t get it either, Chuck, when the world has YOU to set them in the right direction. I’ll put the word out…starting with Fox TV.

Every 20 years the corporate banking people who really run the world lay something heavy on us.

Hitler
Kennedy’s bullets
AIDS
9-11
this covid-19 shit

INCREDIBLE! You, of all people, have it ALL figured out! I guess that’s what happens when you read so many anti-Jew conspiracy theories, truth just oozes out your pores like sweat on a hot, August day!

I can’t help but believe it DID’NT come from China, but rather a lab in NYC. Because in the beginning there was a spike in Italy. Very little air traffic between China & Italy, much air traffic between NYC & Italy.

Wow, you are WISE.

All the little stupid people (geese) at the church where I was volunteering to feed the homeless are getting shot with poison.

Well, I’m getting my SECOND shot of poison three days from now. Guess I’m just a stupid little goose myself. A stupid little goose who’d prefer to remain in good health and ALIVE, that is! Honk, honk!

Their leader, the wimpy pastor, told them “we can do this”. I told him he was not a leader, but a follower, and presented him with the many points AGAINST the vaccine, especially the fact that the companies are EXEMPT from liability.

I’m sure you’ve rocked his world, Chuck, with your astounding wisdom and insight on the COVID-19 matter. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if he invited you to give a sermon, yourself. Your 15 minutes of fame is coming up, get ready…maybe by pasting a toothbrush mustache above your lips!

It has been making people sick. School children received contaminated doses. That was in the news; yet try to find it on a search engine, and you won’t. The web is policed.

What news? Where? Gimme the scoop, Chuck.

I am fed up with this shit.

Yes, yes you are, I can see that. I’m so proud of you.

Constitutionally I have a right to privacy.

Constitutionally, our rights fly out the window in times of dire crises such as plagues, war and UFO invasions by reptilian homosexual overlords!

I am not obligated to “report” to medical authorities. This is a feeble attempt on their part to pry into my personal affairs.

Or maybe it has something to do with protecting citizens’ lives from a horrific virus that easily spreads, especially by maskless fools like yourself. Just sayin’.

As stated above, our bars & restaurants in Bucks don’t acknowledge the mask bullshit, as seen in the picture attached (horrible pic of me in the far right circled in red). Philly is almost as bad as Frisco; no mask, no service. But it’s different in the burbs. I only know that there is nothing in the air, at least not 75 miles away from any major international airport, something Philly no longer is, thanks to fiscal malfeasance making P-town the next Detroit.

Yes! You know EVERYTHING, Chuck! I am truly gobsmacked.

Most locals have enough pride not to let the gov’t order them around, but every now and again some cunt will bitch about “social distancing”. ANYone who doesn’t realize that to be manipulative bullshit is obviously missing brain cells.

Right, you know all about missing brain cells, I’m sure. Calling a woman a “cunt” because she cares about people is simply BRILLIANT!

I’m absolutely HORRIFIED by the Chronicle headline I saw at Rosenberg’s Deli in your pen testing video about “mask mandates”.

Me, too, Chuck. The NERVE of any gov’t entity attempting to preserve the health and lives of its people. Mercy!

California has become a damned police state. Ouch. That has to be undone. I want to see the time come when the Democratic party reverts its priority back from censorship about what’s not P.C. to freedom of speech and civil liberties.

Yes, because the Republican Party is SO way ahead of the curve when it comes to freedom, equality and democratic values. How could it have taken so long till now, to finally see the light? Philly should hold a grand parade in your honor! I’ll send a letter right off to the mayor, suggesting just that. It’s the LEAST I could do for all your unsung heroism in the line of fire.

Hey, that image you attached, of anti-vaxxers hanging a large sign over a bridge, is pretty cool. But I think this one is better:

Click here for a larger view.
  • Zeke

P.S.: Imagine if we were living together back there in Philly: we’d have built a wall to keep the other out, by now!


The Final Chapter (part 9)

May 17, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17i]

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Subject: Deek’s Stubborn Refusal to Not Park by My Building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 11:09 AM

…is starting up again. Attached is a pic of him and pups hanging out behind my building, RIGHT BELOW MOE’S APARTMENT! This was shortly after he picked up Flaco & Lucky and a supply of dog food. It was a friendly visit thank god, but then he has to pull this. Some minutes after I brought the pooches to him, I poked my head out the window to see they were gone. Whence I stepped out for my morning java purchase, only to discover they had only moved right around the corner.

The dogs of course saw me, as I wasn’t far enough away to elude them…but I pretended they didn’t, and proceeded to Rosenberg’s. Upon returning hovel, I repeated my faux invisibility as the mutts quietly watched me cross back, even through the picture windows that allow you to see clear to the other side, a la Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks”…minus the noir. Deek was nodding off, head lowered towards the concrete, with a hand on Flaco’s back. That is: HE didn’t see me, but THEY did. It was our little, canine secret, as they eyed me intently, turning their heads ever so incrementally, until I finally disappeared behind sold wall.

So, after sipping my coffee for a few minutes, I decided to step back out and confront him, tell him he’s not supposed to park near my building. He was, of course, obstinate, insisting he has a right to hang out anywhere in the city. So I reiterated for the zillionth time, that this is where I live, and he often brings noisy disturbances that upset my neighbors, so it’s flat out BAD to jeopardize my living situation, after all the goods things I do for him. He finally said okay, okay, I’m going, but I doubted that. Nonetheless, he was calm throughout, unlike his usual, drama queen self…and I returned hovel.

Though after 20 more minutes, I peered out the hallway window again ( which is right beside Moe’s residence) to see that, yes indeed, he was still there. Sprawled on the concrete, with the two pups curled up beside him. So I decided to bring them some water, and marched down with two flimsy plastic bowls (from a batch of 50 I ordered on Amazon for just this purpose). But by the time I arrived, he was already sitting up and noshing on some cold ravioli out of a can, while the pooches placidly soaked up the sun’s warmth.

I was wearing my cyclops glasses, and recorded it all, so here it is…I call it “The Water Bearer,” 3 minutes long:


Subject: FLACO MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 4:07 PM

At 1 PM it was time to return his devices, including the 20-pound Bluetooth speaker. But just when I was about to retrieve it, I saw that I had neglected to plug it in, in the first place! So I stepped out to tell Deek I’m sorry, but I’m under a lot of stress (most of which is coming from Guess Who), and spaced out. He was only slightly perturbed and, overall, handled it with grace. And he was quiet all the while he was parked below Moe’s residence. So kudos for that. As for Flaco:

SHE MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION!

One of her nipples is greatly distended, which MAY indicated an infection, such as from sitting in the soil or directly on concrete much of the time. I just learned that, by viewing a web site about female pups’ nipples. HE HAS TO TAKE HER TO AN SPCA VET, PROMPTLY!

He claims he takes the pups there regularly, but I think it’s just a lie to pacify me. Now, when I see him again, I have NO CHOICE but to impress upon him how important this is. She’s a darling, sweet, kind doggy who should NEVER be so neglected. I don’t think she’s even registered in his name, as the police on that fateful abduction day, only showed Lucky’s name on the form. So Deek is highly likely to avoid taking her to a vet, at any and all costs. This is horrendous.

But that’s Deek for ya: just one crisis after another, as he regularly fucks up his own life, and anyone else who gets near him.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: FLACO MAY HAVE A SERIOUS INFECTION
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 5:16 PM

> That’s awful. I don’t suppose he’d let you take her….?

I doubt the SPCA would go for that. Besides, treatment is free if you’re homeless. I’m not, so I’d be charged up the wazoo. But they may refuse anyway, if Deek isn’t there…they might require the “owner’s” permission. Since she’s NOT registered, they may demand I register her in my name, and get her spayed. But that may still be against the law, as Deek has had her for a long time, thus he owns her per common law, and spaying is against his wishes.

The “milk” that he gently squeezed from one of her nipples, to “prove” to me she’s pregnant, may be pus instead. She appears in no pain, so the possible infection is still in the early stages. However, Flaco is eating only about half her usual amount, and loss of appetite can be a sign of infection.

Deek said he’ll be back around 4, so that’s when I’ll do my best to talk him into taking her to the SPCA for a checkup. They will probably insist on charging him money, unless he agrees to getting her fixed.

You have no idea how many times I’ve told him to lay down cardboard, instead of forcing them to sleep or sit on the sidewalk…precisely in order to avoid infection!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 12, 2021 7:06 PM

…but I’ll get to that at the end, just to keep you on tenterhooks!

Around a half hour ago, I looked out my window to see Deek and pups strolling down Market Street towards Noe, on the other side. I waited for him to raise his view in my direction, then waved. Instead of approaching my building, he waited for me on the southwest corner, by that tiny garden where Flaco loves to dig holes.

I DID confront him about Flaco possibly being infected, and the conversation went downhill from there, including the pregnancy issue. Overall, he handled it very well, even in his expected opposition to every single point I made. This is all on video (via my cyclops glasses BTW), but will take two hours to upload. Almost 9 minutes long, because it includes my walk home with the doggies, all the way to the door of my SRO. The first 6 minutes are where we converse. Or I should say “argue,” however it DID go amicably, much to my unexpected pleasure.

Upon entering, the pups immediately leapt onto the cot, whence I gave them group hugs…then noticed something different regarding Flaco’s tummy.

FINALLY, THE GOOD NEWS YOU’VE BEEN DYING TO HEAR, WATTSON:

Her nipples are now all drastically reduced in size. False pregnancy, just as I conjectured all along. Deek’s claim of having taken her to a vet recently, who insisted she’s definitely pregnant, rang hollow with me all along. However, now he can’t squirm out of it. AND he never bothered to point out this sudden change in her condition during our latest meetup…the asshole. So what does my Bodhisattva Premise tell me about all this?

That once more I was being tested…to see if I could muster up the courage to confront Deek about her possibly being infected, and he seriously needs to take her to the SPCA for a checkup. Deek’s reaction was NOT explosive in the least (as one would certainly expect), albeit in total opposition. Which indicates he’s one of my testers a.k.a. bodhisattva guardians. He DID have the nerve to say, “I was in a good mood all day, but now you’ve ruined it.” Yet he remained in joyful spirit anyway, and, I think, got a big chuckle out of saying that. As usual, my bodhisattva angels are having fun at my expense. I’m sure that he and Arwyn have great fun talking about the latest prank Deek has pulled on me.

The doggies are in GREAT spirit, their appetite fully restored, as they went nuts again, this time around, for their ducky treats. The nipple crisis is over.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 13, 2021 10:21 AM

> “The nipple crisis is over.” I’d like to hire a skywriter!!

You’re milkin’ it, Wattson!

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Re: Deek’s Stubborn Refusal to Not Park by My Building…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 13, 2021 9:56 PM

> Such a tragedy. He’s a ruin. I can see the form of the man he might have been.

He’s a monster, and I am trapped in his pit…for the sake of the pups. EVERYthing I say to him, I first think over carefully. But he often puts me in situations where I MUST confront him with honest brutality. Which then makes him consider not letting me see the dogs. He has not returned with Flaco & Lucky, but I hope he will before it gets much later; the night is cold. He’s brought them over for five nights in a row, which is a real CHANGE.

Yesterday I told him to stop forcing them to sleep and rest directly on the sidewalk…use cardboard if nothing else, it’s easy to find. But he reacted by declaring: “I always have cardboard for them!” Well, he didn’t yesterday while they camped by my building. Nor has he almost every time I see them! He OUTRIGHT LIES, even in the middle of committing a wrong.

He is very ignorant; I don’t even think he comprehends the concept of germs, things that are so tiny you can’t see them without a high powered microscope. Because in his mind, if you can’t see them, they can’t exist. And that’s why he doesn’t think COVID-19 is real: who thinks something invisible can float in the air and poison you? It’s like trying to reason with someone from the Dark Ages.

Nor does he think his pups can come down with arthritis, because they’re perfectly healthy now!! He even mocked me for thinking about things that happened more than a few DAYS ago. Including whenever he’s made some vile statement a week or more back, he wonders why I’m bringing that up NOW. Granted, it’s a cop-out, but he also lacks cognition. I’m guessing he wasn’t educated beyond the sixth or seventh grade.

Dogs are companions for him, and that’s good. But he would’ve lost Lucky and his sister months ago, were it not for my persevering intervention, WHICH HE RESENT because he sees how much the dogs love me. When I started walking them across Market Street two days ago, it was all I could do to keep Flaco from propelling through traffic like a rocket, to get to my building. She was THAT overjoyed. And when I leave them with Deek, they watch recede in the distance, as long as they can…which is either until I disappear around a corner or through the front gate, or when Deek forces them to move, as he pushes the cart to which they’re leashed.

So his attitude is dogs only last a few years anyway, not realizing they normally have much longer lives, if you FUKKIN TAKE CARE OF THEM. Anyway, what helps me stay sane and with hope in my heart, is my Bodhisattva Premise. Which in this case is to present me with a seemingly insurmountable dilemma; one which appears BOUND for tragedy no matter what you do! Just one road block after another tossed in my way, especially when I THINK I’ve made a real breakthrough. For THEN is when something ELSE nasty comes along. And it makes perfect SENSE that this should be my challenge, in this advanced stage of my personal evolution. Anything less

The lesson here, is to learn to remain calm though any and all crises, and keep resting in faith, envisioning a jubilant outcome, though you have NO idea how that will come about. Every cold night they’re not with me (and MOST nights here are cold), turns what pleasure I COULD have into pointless, selfish distractions. But I MUST remind myself it is DEEK and no one else, who has brought these splendid little souls to me, and gifts me with their company now and then. And working with him to get him to treat them better has certainly given me a very noble mission in my old age! So THERE is the diamond in this pile of crap. Which is a clue of sorts, that no way will the mutts come to a sad end…they are simply here in my world to make me one hell of a better person. This is alchemy in its truest and most enlightening form: the transmutation of the soul into a phoenix of light. That will lead others, just as I am led by two magnificent doggies who have shown me the way. For they are love. Can you say “Arf!” to that? Means far more to me than “mutt”-ering “Amen!”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Pups are back here with me…hooray!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 12:24 PM

Deek showed up this morning around 10:30, asked if I could sit the pooches, as he’d like to ride around on his bike. I told him yes, it’s always yes for the doggies. He remarked what a cold day it is, and I simply commented (as I have many times before): that’s San Francisco for ya, it’s a city by the ocean. It was a brief meetup, after which he said thank-you, and I wished him a good day, I’ll feed the pups immediately.

Again, Wattson, I want to point out his surprisingly stable behavior: calm instead of bursting with rage. This has been pretty much the case for the past month or so, with an occasional eruption (albeit much less extreme than how he’s been for some years now). Yesterday was horrendous, but had nothing to do with Deek:

I ran the Lenovo Update, including for my notebook’s BIOS…which wound up sabotaging the system from booting up! Apparently, it had wiped out (or obscured) the LInux grub-2 menu, which allowed me to have a dual-boot computer, defaulting to Linux Mint, but Windows is just two down-arrows away. I could NOT load Windows by unplugging the SSD peripheral, on which Linux was installed! Nor did any startup option in the BIOS menu provide me with a workaround!

I tried loading a Linux distro via the plug-in DVD drive (with BIOS set up to load the system from there, first), but the laptop just kept dropping into failure mode, the drive was not recognized! At that point, I was in a panic: what bad timing, considering I’m soon to switch over to Comcast! Then I tried my Windows Repair DVD, selected the “boot repair” option, only to have it reply (after a minute or so of looking around): “Cannot repair.” So then I selected “Advanced Options,” which only allowed me to try bootup repair again, or drop and proceed to load Windows!

Lo and behold, when I selected “Run Windows 10” the old dual-boot menu appeared, allowing me once more to choose between the two OS’s. With that, I loaded Linux, downloaded the “boot-repair” app, and ran it. Resulting in ONLY booting directly into Windows, as if Linux never existed! The app should’ve known better. Well, that’s great I could get ONE operating system functioning again, but I was determined to have Mint up and running, as well. Long story short:

I could never get the dual-boot menu to work, unless I loaded the Windows Repair DVD, and went through the same steps that made such a restart possible. VERY TEDIOUS, because it takes time to load from a DVD, then go through the steps to get that dual-boot menu back (approximately a 7-minute gauntlet of nerve-wracking tedium).

Much time wasted in several more attempts to get things copasetic, including installing Linux to a flash drive. And THAT didn’t work, either, I have no idea why not! And I lost access to Windows TWO MORE TIMES, causing yet MORE angst (and metaphorical hair-pulling because I have none).

Well, good doctor, I finally gave up on Linux, relieved to have Windows working once more. I’ve decided to look into running that OS via a virtual drive withIN windows, now that I have recently upgraded to a whopping 16GB of RAM. Can you imagine if I lost the use of my X230, after all the expense I put into upgrades? Whew! But the nightmare was not yet over:

Happy as a lavender bivalve to resume my writing online, I suddenly discovered I could NOT log into WordPress, because it claimed I had the wrong password! No I didn’t, but after a dozen attempts, I selected the “Lost Password?” option to be done with it. But THAT didn’t work either, until my fourth go at it! Nonetheless, it would only let me access my secondary “Brindlekin” account that I had planned to dedicate solely to the doggy tales, but never got around to it. Instead, I decided to keep them all on my Zekeblog account, under the section titled “Brindlekin Tales.”

There is a “My Sites” link to switch to another account, but for some reason it refused to load Zekeblog, instead just froze up, with a blinking, small, white square taunting me to smash the keyboard! Contacting WP Support was yet aNOTHER headache, as you had to click through many suggestions to try this, try that, before you could email them! They responded a short while later with an auto-bot that said they’ll look into it usually within 24 hours, though it may take longer because COVID-19. Jeez Louise!

So just for the heck of it, I tried to load Zekeblog a few more times and, guess what: I FINALLY GOT IN! Thus leading me to conclude there was a glitch on their end. Would they ever admit that? No. So I posted back, telling them I have no idea what went wrong, but everything’s hunky-dory once again. A reply came swiftly, from someone with a diabolically unpronounceable Sanskrit name containing a passel of J’s Y’s and V’s (and barely a vowel or two) who replied how happy she is that I got the problem solved on my own, and to have a stupendously wonderful evening…om shanti.

And so by the end of the day, all the Imps of Cyber-Chaos were stuffed back into Pandora’s Jar, and I wound up having a relatively pleasant night, praying in the back of my mind for Flaco & Lucky, my beloved brindlekin angels.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: And here they are, comfy and well fed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 2:02 PM

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Re: And here they are, comfy and well fed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 14, 2021 3:06 PM

> Oh, how I love to see them on their cozy blue blanket!

Brindle-golden hues and radiant blues complement each other in a spectacular way. It is the nicest thing I’ve ever known, to see these two pups snoozing in bliss on my cot. They are infinitely huggable, so much joy from their sweet little souls! Sometimes one or the other will approach me and press their little noggin with a loving weight against my outstretched hand. They’ll push right into you with a comforting force that says, “I’m here, and I love you.”

I adore the scent of a dog; it’s a friendly smell. Before either of them settles in, they make a point of expressing much gratitude and affection towards me…which I simply CAN’T ignore, they won’t allow it! They have turned my room into a TRUE sanctuary of peace and harmony. I wouldn’t at all be surprised if angels started visiting me now and then…the human kind, I mean.

And, I must admit, to be honest about it: none of this would’ve happened without Deek in my life. And there is the paradox, in light of his frequently vulgar behavior.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 15, 2021 10:14 AM

Chuck Kapinski, my friend of many years (and who is on my mailing list) probably passed away from COVID-19. He returned to Philadelphia 15 years ago, to care for his ailing mother suffering from dementia…but we have kept in touch over the years, via email. Renewing his old, high school friendships had turned him more to the political right, due to peer pressure. Thus, he became an anti-masker and mocked the pandemic as a ruse, refusing to wear a mask on public transit and many other places. (Yet still remained anti-Trump, thank god.) I tried to warn him of how foolishly dangerous that was, so I can’t say I didn’t see it coming!

The last I heard from his was around three weeks ago, where he posted me, saying that he thinks he caught the virus, and what do I think about getting the vaccine. Of course I told him yes, definitely get that shot…and wished him well. Since then, my emails to him have all bounced back. And that is how I figure he may have died, as he would’ve contacted me by now, were he okay. There is still a lingering hope that he is too sick to use the Internet…as he relies on public wifi from Dunkin Donuts, two miles away from his suburban digs. He’d connect two or three times a week, but often less frequently. And we’ve never communicated via telephone. Though I did just call him, and only the answering machine picked up…so I left him a message.

We had a common interest in Berkeley and San Francisco, which I’ve had with no one else. So I will certainly miss our schmoozing over that, especially his cynical takes on the Castro, and his love for everything Berkeley. We took many walks together, through the lovely streets and byways of Berkeley, often stopping for an hour or so at the Cafe Med, a wonderful hangout that shut down five years ago.

Chuck is the one who got me my residency in this building, way back in 1985, through his recommendation to the building managers (a lesbian couple, who have since long departed, replaced by a string of new managers over the years). He lived in a single room two flights right above me, where I visited most evenings, and we talked about many things, as well as watched something fun on TV. A mutual friend also visited, Carl (previously “Michael”) Betza, who finally passed on in 2010. I jokingly called ourselves “the 3 Musketeers.” Because we were a friendship trio, albeit rocky at times. Carl lived on the 3rd floor (also a single room), with me on the 2nd and Chuck on the 4th. Well, it looks like I now remain the last one standing. Many fond memories I shall always cherish.

– Ezekiel


Subject: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 10:56 AM

I didn’t have his phone number (a landline), but managed to successfully look it up, just moments ago. His answering machine kicked in, and for sure, that was his voice! So I left a message, hoping all is well, and let him know about the emails bouncing . I wish I had some way to contact one of his friends or neighbors back there.

This is his home that he inherited from his parents; nice neighborhood, a suburb of Philadelphia (Cornwells Heights):

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Click on the “satellite” thumbnail, then on “view larger map” to look around and see the other homes and the street he lives/lived on. What’s curious about his residential address, is the number “6966,” because MY building (which he also lived in for more than two decades, and got me in here on his recommendation) is “9666.”

Meanwhile:

Deek never showed up last night, so the pups are still here. It’s a cold, drizzly morning (45 degrees). They ate very well yesterday (two meals in all), but Lucky isn’t yet hungry this morning, and Flaco ate 2/3 of her share. The fact that Deek has been bringing the pups over ALMOST EVERY NIGHT for the past ten days is an excellent sign of progress and maturing on his part.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 1:44 PM

> You could try sending a letter via US mail.

Yes, of course. Go back to the Stone Age. Or even earlier: have Pterry Pterodactyl take an express flight over to his home, check it out, then glide back 3,000 miles to my windowsill and tell me all the dope. Or just teleport; she’s good at that.


RE: I probably lost a friend to COVID
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Carlyle Lambourne
Date: May 15, 2021 3:01 PM

On 2021-05-15 11:41, Carlyle Lambourne wrote:

> Life is like a party where guests keep slipping away until we find ourselves alone and needing to go, ourselves, if we haven’t been one of the guests to leave earlier.

I’ve had VERY few friends in my life; in fact, I’ve had not a one for at least two decades. I don’t consider my homeless friend a friend in the usual sense…more like a work in progress. For we don’t actually do much of anything when we get together, and our meetups are brief. It is his doggies that give me solace. In fact, I would have driven him out of my life completely, were it not for them.

Chuck, like my other handful of friends, was not the kind of person you could really feel a bond with. But he was certainly better than a stranger, or even a mere acquaintance. I have never known any sort of deep friendship…and I think that’s because those surviving on the lower income scale cannot afford such a luxury. For it takes a certain basic level of affluence that will give you the long-term stability required to build true friendships.

So as far as “life is like a party” goes, guess I’ve never been invited to one. And for that reason, I will never experience a sloughing off of friends during my “golden” years. And I’d say I’m better off for that. Chuck’s swinging to the political right has made it easy to deal with his death.

– Ezekiel


Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 3:14 PM

> No, I’m serious. These days, sometimes an actual letter gets more attention than an email or text, precisely because it’s an anachronism!

Were he THAT good a friend, I’d certainly do the snail-mail thing. But as it stands, his shift to the political right and conspiracy theories in the past ten years or so, do not make me feel he’s worth the investment. The worst of which is his horrendous, anti-mask stance which I never expected.

I’d rather just let it go, and if somehow he’s still alive and resumes contact, fine. If not, so be it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: I just phoned Charles, my Philly friend…answering machine picked up. ERRATA
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 3:22 PM

> I get it.

If there were one or two sweet doggies in the mix, I’d be a lot more attentive to him. Deek is that kind of overinvestment. I will, of course, miss our mutual cynicism over the Castro, and love for Berkeley. There is no one else in my life with those kinds of ties.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek just picked up the pups!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 9:42 PM

His demeanor was surprisingly friendly, expressing gratitude for providing them with shelter and food, and being so good to the doggies. In short, it was a delightfully uneventful meetup…absolutely NO drama! It looks like he’s finally stabilizing, and on the right path. Which means a better situation for the pooches, including more frequent stays at my hovel. I’ve told him what you’ve said to me, about dogs being little Jesuses, and is why I give them so much love and respect, in return.

What I’ve accomplished on many levels over the past six months is nothing, if not amazing. Not just regarding Deek, but numerous others, including in cyberspace. I’m surprised that San Francisco has yet to replace Harvey Milk’s face with my own! What’s stopping them?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Here we go.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 9:54 PM

There’s more here:

https://www.redbubble.com/shop/jesus+dog+art-prints

Including Keanu Reeves as Dog-Loving Jesus:

https://www.redbubble.com/i/art-print/the-lord-by-mosqul/40188435.1G4ZT


Re: Here we go.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 10:12 PM

> “Keanu Reeves as Dog-Loving Jesus.” Oh, me like!!!

The painting depicts him right after he swallowed the blue pill. The dog, however, took neither pill…it just wants to be hugged.


Subject: Deek just wished me a blessed day!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 15, 2021 11:45 AM

Came by this morning an hour ago, to pick up his heavy speaker, and a spare smartphone. I believe he and the pups were camped out across the street and a half-block down, since I heard Lucky & Flaco’s little barks earlier. After retrieving the items, he said he’s taking them to the park now, and wished me a very blessed day. ONCE AGAIN, ABSOLUTELY NO DRAMA! This is such a good change. But I’m still on my guard.

I had recently explained to him what the Buddha taught, re. remaining calm no matter how serious the crisis, or how fucked up you feel. As it is ALWAYS the best way to deal with ANYthing in life. Things will flow more and more in your favor, as you keep this up.

Though I strongly suspect, as I’ve stated previously (and more than once) that he’s more like a bodhisattva putting me through my paces, than someone who actually needs MY guidance. Or IOW: creating a scenario in which I become the hero.

– Zeke K-Holmes


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Subject: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 6:44 PM

…going by the attached collage he sent me in 2014. So I searched for “hollywood tavern abington pa,” and found their FB page. So I just sent them this message:


I have a good friend of over 3 decades, who moved back to Philly from SF more than 15 years ago. We’ve kept in touch via email ever since, at least twice a month. But for almost a month now, he has not responded to my emails, which have all bounced back to me. He doesn’t answer the phone, either. Last email he sent, said he was feeling very sick. I understand that your tavern was one of his hangouts. His name is Chuck Kapinski, and he lives in Cornwells Heights. Here is a pic of him: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1q5MGN14-nyUcxsStdQ8sWdypXaigSGgQ/view?usp=sharing

Those pics of him were from another of his hangouts (I presume) called “Squirrel Green.” But I can’t find it anywhere in my searches.


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Subject: Hubba-hubba, my dear Wattson!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 7:27 PM

Check out the leading image for this Reddit topic, then see my comment as “i-luv-ducks:”


Re: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 8:41 PM

> That’s some good detective work. Hope somebody at the other end responds.

Credit goes to my ethereal associate, Pterry Pterodactyl, for digging up Chuck’s old photos and pointing that one out to me. Meanwhile:

Hilarity ensues on Reddit’s Sherlock Holmes sub that I posted you about earlier. I added a third comment, and two others joined in the nonsense. Then Pterry wheezed between puffs on her Malaysian cheroot (sounding much like a resurrected Phyllis Diller drag-queen zombie impersonator from the Las Vegas Comedy Club):

“Crosspost it to r/SuddenlyGay!” Which I did, posthaste.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Hollywood Tavern may be one of Chuck’s hangouts…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 16, 2021 10:43 PM

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Subject: Why My Life is a Ruse (and Why That’s a Good Thing)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 17, 2021 11:52 AM

I believe it was Martha Stuart in one of her earlier home-making TV series, who popularized the phrase “It’s a good thing” (or “That’s a good thing”). Just a factoid I though I’d share. Speaking of the devil, here’s a 3-minute MS parody:

Anyway:

It is a chill morning with a light drizzle, yet Deek has not brought the doggies to me, for shelter and warmth. There is always hope he will, for the day is still young. He wandered off with the little furry angels yesterday afternoon, saying they were off to a park. Which park that is, I have no idea. Just him, the two pups, and a small shopping cart minus any blanket or other item to keep his charges warm. Nor any dog food that I could see.

Just the latest chapter in a heartbreaking tale of two homeless dogs of diminutive size (and of sweet disposition), their thoughtless “owner” (who is both a meth addict and bipolar) and a caring friend with a roof over his head: a welcoming sanctuary for Flaco & Lucky. For which Deek’s jealous resentment obstructs more frequent access that would better secure these innocent, loving creatures…and give them a shot at a good life.

Only a sadist would enjoy such a scenario in reality, and I’m surely not THAT. But stepping outside of the plot with an objective view, I’d say it makes for an incredible “doggy” tale of friendship, grief, joy and redemption. The timing of so many crises clustering around me (that threaten to sabotage my attempts to protect the pooches) in a compressed, several months…smacks more of a brilliant SCRIPT than anything mundane. And how my dealing with them in such a responsible manner impacts SO MANY, is truly something you’d expect from a novel, than from any honest documentation.

The pattern and rhythm of these crises, their resolutions, and the many heartwarming scenes scattered therein (like rosary beads strung onto my life’s thread by Lachesis herself), give clue as to intervention by angelic beings, my bodhisattva guardians…and thus, to an inevitably joyful outcome. For it is only such beings that have the ethical wisdom to devise seemingly horrific plots, without being sadists themselves. Because they ALWAYS succeed in manifesting the most positive outcome possible. Or, in other words:

THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING! Using two, adorable pups as the central characters that change the lives of many, for the better. I could never have come up with such a brilliant story myself, let alone the idea for a TRILOGY! I’m simply the recording secretary. So my life is a ruse, akin to Jim Carrey in “The Truman Show.” But if you think I’m upset, then think again: I am actually very pleased (or, to speak more frankly, ecstatic). For contained within these incredible true tales (numbering 61 chapters so far, and still growing) are scattered the seeds of jubilant liberation. Not just for myself, but for many others, including Lucky & Flaco. Allow me now to end this missive on a different note:

The Sherlock Holmes Reddit thread has expanded into a most side-splitting series of posts. Mostly between myself and one other, whose handle is “esotericnumeric.” Who, amazingly enough, discovered the COMPLETE book cover illustration, which reveals a chimpanzee reading the casebook, off to the left. Image attached.

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The Final Chapter (part 8)

May 12, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17h]

Subject: DONE! I’m getting Comcast’s “Internet Essentials” very soon!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 5:10 PM

I applied via telephone, everything went smoothly. They will ask me to send a pic of my Medi-Cal card via email, is all I’ll need to do to complete the process. This will occur in 4-6 business days when they officially approve my application. You will have to give them your social security number, BTW.

If you get the same service for your friend, I strongly recommend investing in a VPN, as Comcast would otherwise stalk your online activities 24/7, and sell your browsing habits to third party companies…and god knows what else they’ll do. At any rate, it’s best to use a VPN no matter what, to protect yourself from attacks by right-wing morons who can find out a lot about you, if they know your IP number. I use Private Internet Access (PIA), which is quite affordable. But there are other excellent VPNs out there. I can send you a recommended list of them, if you’d like.

With Comcast’s Internet Essentials, you can opt for a laptop for an extra fee of $150. Either a Chromebook or a Dell Latitude. They are refurbished, which I think is a plus. But their RAM and storage are only 4GB and 64GB respectively…which is fine for your average user. however, you can easily upgrade both, on your own. I advise the Dell system over Chromebook. For the price, both are a very good deal. Look up “dell latitude 3190” on Youtube to learn more about it, including adding new RAM and storage space…which you can order online. I can help you with that.

I am getting their kit to install myself, though installation service IS free. So if I have any problems, I can make arrangements at no cost.

NOTE: If you want one of those notebooks, and you apply via phone, they don’t even ask about that. So make sure you tell them early on. Though that option may be offered in the final application step; I’ll just have to wait and find out. I don’t want it, but your friend might.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Here’s Comcast’s Offer for the Low Income
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 5:22 PM

I posted a query on Reddit’s official Comcast sub. Read the reply by CCBrieD “Community Specialist.” (Being on Medicaid makes me definitely eligible, and I can sign up online with my Medicaid number…so, really easy!)

I’ll just use a VPN all the time, so my IP number will never be exposed, and Comcast won’t be able to spy on all my activities. A lot of homophobes out there in cyberspace, including huge companies! They can make false accusations to my ISP and screw me over. Also, knowing someone’s IP number will reveal your exact location. Who needs to be so naked on a global network? And I DEFINITELY won’t use Comcast email when posting to the MCN lists! They can dig out your real IP number via the code buried in your email.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Here’s Comcast’s Offer for the Low Income
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 6:16 PM

> This is fantastically useful info as I try to keep Van’s penniless widow connected. Many thanks!

Let’s hope that Comcast is in her area, then. She is VERY lucky to have you as a friend and guardian.

Just saw Deek tonight: now the nut job’s accusing me of letting Flaco get pregnant, blah blah blah. It’s just another pseudopregnancy, which is common in unspayed dogs. He showed me she’s lactating a little, and said so many of his friends told him she’s definitely pregnant, blah blah blah. Said a whole bunch of other accusatory things…but, surprisingly, he kept it all toned down. I had no trouble confronting his BS, an he did NOT fly off the handle.

What he’s doing now (my analysis) is scapegoating me for some of his wrongs, because he can’t accept ALL of them, all at once…which I perfectly understand. I told him he needs to grow up REALLY fast, and he will. Not gonna bother giving you another blow-by-blow as, frankly, it’s boring. Of course, he took the pups for the night. When I told him I’m going to bed, and don’t wanna stand here listening to his crap, he just said “okay,” and left.

Well, THAT’S an improvement!

Oh, and another thing that just occurred to me re. my Internet use. This building has MANY workers throughout the year who have access to everyone’s place, including our daily maintenance worker, Jorge. Sometimes when I get hovel, I find an object (such as a chair, pair of glasses or a cup) in a spot where I didn’t think I put it…and write if off to old age. Though I’m VERY fastidious about where I put every single little thing. Now, I’m wondering if something else is going on. A few months back, one day I found my door unlocked upon returning; I presume because our manager neglected to secure it after the exterminator departed.

I step out for 2-3 hours every day, for my power walk. It never occurred to me to screen lock my system with a password, so I’d just leave it on when I step out. But as of a few days ago, I’ve set it to lock within 8 minutes, even if I forget to hit Win-L. So maybe I WILL install a motion activated camera in my room. However, my laptop doesn’t have Bluetooth, and the dongles I’ve tried don’t work at all. My tablet’s Bluetooth is flaky, but it would make a GREAT spy cam, ’cause it could just sit right there on my table and record without any intruder being aware.

I will apply for Comcast service first thing tomorrow, since Chronic is NOT gonna charge me an early termination fee. I tried applying online a short while ago, but when I get to the part of the form where it identifies my building, then asks me to select a unit number, the drop-down list only shows 5 units, and mine isn’t one of them! And this is a 30+ unit building! You can’t just type in your apt. number, there is only that stupid drop-down list. So I’ll have to sign up via phone.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: They’re appetites were suddently voracious!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 7:01 PM

Around an hour ago, I finally took them out for a walk…well, they took ME out, as they both hopped off the cot to let me know it was time to step outside. They had been resting in doggie bliss all the while, till then! So we three strolled up Noe Street to Morey’s shop, then back again. A few passersby admired them, including that construction worker from two months back, to my surprise. Alas, they DID NOT POOP!

Oh, well. Soon as we returned hovel, Flaco started yapping at me, with a most insistent expression on her sweet doggy face. Turns out she was demanding a meal, because soon as I brought out the kibble, she and Lucky started to dance around my legs. They couldn’t have made it any clearer that their appetite was back, if they could speak human. Hopefully, Deek will not return tonight. Dare I say “ever?”

I do hope that woman who chastised him today, about forcing two little doggies to live on the streets, is sinking in. I can’t do this all myself! Hearing it from others is just the ticket! What did I say to Moe about community involvement? Though I’d much prefer a kinder way to address the issue, such as some residents offering the pups haven, and a backyard to run about. And maybe even, a nice room for Deek. But who could put up with his rude antics?


Subject: The stimulus check and tax returns may have something to do with it…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 9:23 AM

…regarding Chronic’s attack. News reports are coming in about thousands of people being scared into coughing up moolah by fake collection agencies and other scammers. Since these crooks know everyone has extra cash to throw around, at this time.

Here’s today’s Deek video I call “Back Again so Soon?” 9 minutes long, and shot with the video pen:


Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 10:18 AM

> Yes, for saying you’re gay, and also because you don’t suffer fools.

Our backsliding as a “civilized” people under Trump, hasn’t helped any.

> Actually, there were animals involved–a sweet elderly dog and a cat….and neither came to a good end.

That is a heartbreak.

> But yes, I agree the Deek situation is worse. I just wanted to express that I understand too well the sting of ingratitude and the unclean feeling of being crudely insulted in the bargain.

It’s a monstrosity…makes you wanna crawl into a hole and die. Meanwhile: the morning brew from Rosenberg’s is delicious as usual (the young clerk who’s there in the morning is always cheerful), the birds are chirping in the leafy tree by my window, and it’s peaceful outside. Always be and do your best, no matter what.

I have gained comfort from that sweet old woman who remarked that I handled my confrontation with Deek very well. BTW, Chronic is not charging me for early termination. So things are already on the upswing there. And I’ll bet my left arm that Deek will make excellent breakthroughs, very soon. I’ve started using a gentle manner on him, since all my criticisms appear to have finally sunk in. His wounds are now wide open, so it’s time to cease berating him. I think it really helped to tell him I might soon be carted off to prison because of false accusations by my ISP, though I added that, while possible, is unlikely to happen. Just returning the drama back at him, to make him ponder over my friendship, and how he’d feel if I suddenly disappeared. As for Adisa:

We’ve passed each other a few times in the past week, both in the hallway and on the stairs. He’s wearing his mask properly, and no longer projects ANY animosity, even in close proximity. In fact, I sense respect coming from him…and, most likely, embarrassment over his behavior. I have really rocked a lot of people these days.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 11:42 AM

> Good strategy.

May as well make the most of a stupid situation. Society conditions us to obsess over worst-case scenarios. It’s a trap we need to learn to avoid…part of my Bodhisattva Premise. Channeling negatives into positives; and there’s ALWAYS a way. When you befriend a “troubled” person (and most people ARE that), they will try to suck you into the trap, though not necessarily conscious of that.

> Excellent work!!!

Thanks! I think I’ve gotten extremely good at it, so I can’t really say all this BS flung my way over the past several months is a bad thing. For it accelerated my growth, as a homo…I mean, “homo sapiens.”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek just dropped off the pups again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 3:04 PM

He was a bit flustered, claiming they wouldn’t eat or drink, so maybe I’d have better luck with them. He also ranted on about some lady in a car threatening to call the SPCA on him, because he didn’t seem to be taking good care of them. Video coming up on that, recorded via the pen. Seems to me that either Kismet is setting things up so I can have the pooches visit more often, or that Deek as my bodhisattva is following the script, that I become the hero of my world. They actually came by about an hour ago, but I was waiting for this latest Flaco video to finish uploading, ’cause I know you’ll enjoy it; just 1.5 minutes:


Re: Deek just dropped off the pups again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 3:48 PM

> Betcha they’re eating and drinking just fine now!!

Nope, not the least bit hungry, and it’s now 4 PM. Though they HAVE been drinking water. They just wanna relax, get away from the crazy streets and Deek’s hyper-drama. But they sure are patient and loving to him, just the same. They’re fuckin’ amazing!

> Flaco unbearably cute. Innocent and wise all at once.

That’s my little lady! They don’t come any sweeter. Another box-digging video coming up later today.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just remembered that someone at the old Pendulum bar used to call me Holmes. I’d invite him over to smoke some pot with me, and he was, “Well, Holmes” this and “You see, Holmes” that. We always had great conversations.


Subject: I think I found the right cell service!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 6, 2021 7:08 PM

Forget about any Obama phone services, every one of them has crappy customer reviews. But here is a highly rated, affordable service that even snail-mails you a free “test me out kit.” Which is a “universal” SIM card they claim works with almost every unlocked GSM phone. So I can try it out on my Tracfone, which I think is unlocked…or my BLU phone, which definitely is! If either one works, that’ll save the purchase of a new phone. The company’s called US Mobile:

https://www.usmobile.com/

Amazon, Google and Trustpilot customer reviews all give them very high ratings:

https://www.usmobile.com/reviews

They have an “unlimited everything” deal for $45 a month. Combine that with Comcast at under $15/month (including taxes and surcharges), I’ll be paying around $10 less than Chronic, and get a lot more bang for the buck. However, they have “build your own” plans, I can pay for a set number of call and text minute…say, 75 call mins., 100 texts mins. and 2 GB data, which would be just $14. That would make Comcast plus phone less than $35/month total! I rarely make or receive calls, but texting will come in handy for a few things, such as Amazon deliveries. Data is not important at this point, so I’ll keep it low. Though I might find it very useful for those times when Comcast is down.

Top-ups are inexpensive, and they have an app that gauges your use of the three modes, calculating a possibly better arrangement, for the best price.

If I don’t use the phone for ANY data, my cost for that number of calls and texting is just $4. I like that!

I’m not gonna port my number, just get a new one. Good riddance, Chronic, and glad to NOT have to sign up with AT&T for phone service again!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 9:43 AM

A little birdie named Hindsight (a.k.a. “Pterry Pterodactyl”) just pointed this out to me, as it relates to the timing of my spy glasses purchase and their eventual breakdown. Not only did they pay for themselves in that one scene alone, of Adisa and flunkies at the front gate, but they also served as witness to Deek’s foul behavior, elevator workers NOT wearing a mask, and my hallway reconciliation with the building manager. Plus a whole SLEW of amazing doggie videos, and conversations with Dieter!

Keep in mind that the sole purpose for my acquiring this device had to do with Adisa, that I hopefully capture images of him and minions loitering in the hallway withOUT masks. I never harbored any plans for the glasses to do more than that. But look how it turned out! The spy gear has done its job, and done it well…after which time a lens abruptly disappeared, and the second pair delivered turned out to be defunct. (And the video pen I ordered to replace the glasses turned out to be a poor solution.) IOW: everything went off without a hitch, in recording vital evidence for my protection, right when needed to do so.

But once that had been accomplished, their purpose ended! Between the two spy glasses, the video pen, and the audio recording pen, I am out by a mere $30, thanks to rebates for giving them all a 5-star review on Amazon. And, best of all: I can STILL effectively record videos of the pups with my “cyclops” eyewear! So much more convenient and less awkward than whipping out my smartphone to accomplish the same thing, while holding onto the leashes with the other hand. Furthermore, either of the two spy pens may prove useful in the near future, though at the moment I can’t see how.

Having pointed all this out to me, Pterry then plopped the cherry on this ice cream sundae of a revelation:

Had the camera glasses NOT ceased to end their mission after this important work was done (and the video pen had NOT proven to be ineffective), there would be NO synchronicity in the timing, to give me a clue as to the hermetic dimension of my “Spy vs. Spy” adventure.

This highly condensed run of crises during my sleuthing cycle indicate the Fates’ hand in them, that is: other-worldly manipulation (perhaps of a Reptilian nature as I’ve jokingly implied throughout my tales). And the suggestion (per my Bodhisattva Premise) that those who’ve played the enemy (Myrtle/Adisa, Deek, building manager, elevator crew, and even Chronic.net) are simply actors accelerating my spiritual growth. Which also implies that:

THEY ALL KNEW I WAS WEARING A CAMERA, SO PLAYED OUT THEIR DRAMATIC ROLES RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! The most exemplary one, of course, being the incident with Adisa at the front gate, on April 4th. Who really put on a great display of peacock bravado, playing the tough, black punk in “spades” (pun intended). I give him kudos for that! And then, some days after the nasty encounter, the building manager met me in the hallway as if by happenstance (but not really), to subtly invite me to show him my “front gate” video.

Which awareness of this extraordinary timing throughout, benefits me regarding Deek’s latest mind-fucks, as it encourages me to NEVER lose faith in a jubilant outcome for the pups, myself, and even for Deek.

But my pterodactylian associate didn’t stop there, for she ALSO gave me a tip about US Mobile’s flexible cell service:

Since it’s a build-your-own plan, adjustable at any time, I can add more data transfer for any given month, then drop down to a lower rate again. Thus, should I have periods when Comcast grinds to a halt, I can always increase the smartphone’s data, using it as a temporary substitute for my ISP. All I need do is dash to the nearest coffeehouse to use their public wifi, and, voila, ’tis accomplished!

Though there remains the possibility of also using gratis wifi from the two eateries below my hovel, or even the coffeehouse across Market Street. I will, of course, try them first, before paying for extra data. In sum:

Every good person needs a mystical ally like Pterry Pterodactyl, to brighten their way in this convoluted reality! Don’t you agree, Wattson?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 11:25 AM

> I agree, indubitably!

It’s just like reading between the lines, if one has the perspicacity of mind to do so. It’s an amazing thing I’ve tapped into…a subtle but powerful force, like gravity. And why I’m eagerly sharing this revelation with the world; that others may benefit.

> P.S. Dratted power is out today, PG+E messing with their antiquated equipment. Limited to phone for communication for now.

Egads. I hope you have a good, portable charger on hand, to keep the phone alive! If not, you should buy one ASAP; quite affordable. You can even get a solar powered charger. Check this out:

https://smile.amazon.com/s?k=smartphone+batter+backup&ref=nb_sb_noss


Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 2:15 PM

> Great advice. With luck, power will be on by 8. Meanwhile, laptop battery allows me to write, so the work is not interrupted.

Fantastic. On my old laptop, battery power is less than two hours. And (get this, good doctor) the battery has had zero charge for the past several days. I reseated it, but no luck. Maybe it died. Just another unwelcome expense for me! Talk about a run of bad lock the past week or so! Now, a little more conjecture re. Deek’s latest accusation that I made Flaco pregnant, by letting her run loose in a park (which of course I never did), or by “allowing” Lucky to boink her (even though he was neutered over a year ago):

First of all, I’m sure it’s a false pregnancy, as you can’t feel ANY life stirring in her belly. But if she really IS pregnant, I assume that Deek GOT her inseminated, even though he promised he never would. Then, figured a way to pin it on me, because he knows how strongly I feel against his plans to run a puppy mill on the streets. Regardless:

Per my Bodhisattva Premise, the most difficult challenges are those which appear to be completely hopeless. But, even as badly as things may appear, they WILL turn around in your favor…assuming, of course, your prayers are focused on a worthy goal. So, having faith that the crisis will resolve in a most positive manner, is the best option. Not that LACK of faith will sabotage your wishes, for it will NOT. Just that you will suffer needless anxiety, over a worst case scenario that will NEVER come to pass.

So, just because I see no way to resolve Deek’s latest bullshit, that does NOT mean a wicked outcome will result. It only means I’m being tested or, maybe better said: taught an incredible lesson that will stick with me forever, one that is jubilant. Meanwhile, Johnny O’Clock is playing on my screen. That’s where all the silly “Johnny” phrases come from, like: “Johnny, tell me now,” “Johnny, where do I go from here,” “You’ve always had a lot of nerve, Johnny,” “Turn around Johnny, I don’t want to give it to you in the back,” “There’s nothing between us but cash,” “The dying man makes his statement,” etc. I used to joke with my homeless friend, Johnny, like that all the time.

I’ve been binge watching MANY such films from the 40s lately. Guess I’m in my noir movie phase! Thank you, Youtube Classics.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Once again, timing is the clue!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 3:22 PM

> Lucky is fixed, isn’t t he?

Of course. Remember I made all so much brouhaha over that strange mark by his wanger, that turned out to be a tattoo indicating he’s been fixed? (Though I don’t see why that’s necessary, because OBVIOUS.)

> So Deek knows she couldn’t have been knocked up while under your care. Unless he thinks you let some other dog go at her. Jerk.

That’s exactly what he “thinks:” that I let another dog hump her. But he knows better…he’s scamming me, because he intentionally got her pregnant, but doesn’t want my anger as a result. So pinning it on me. Another possibility (or I should say “probability”):

He may not have done that at all, and it’s a false pregnancy. Which he also knows, but is “milking” it (‘scuse pun) for all it’s worth because he loves guilt-tripping me.

No matter what, I remain calm…confident that all shall turn out in my favor, in spite of the incredible odds. Per my Bodhisattva Premise: faith against all odds is the greatest test. And this is precisely what this challenge demands. One that is taunting me to lose my temper, which is the WRONG way to go.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Pups are back once more!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 5:42 PM

Deek called up to my window a short while ago, said he’d like his lunch money (euphemism for his weekly allowance of $60). So I stepped out, told him Sunday is pay day…but I’ll get it for him now, he’ll just have to wait a bit for me to go to my bank and withdraw. He offered that I take the dogs with me, and added: “If that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, I’d love to!” He then said I could watch them when I get back…he wants to ride his bike and other stuff he can’t do with the pooches around.

They were a delight as I walked them to my ATM depot, Lucky grabbing onto my pants cuff or untying my shoelaces as we plodded along. Upon returning, Deek reminded me to feed them soon, give ’em plenty of water, and they’re not for sale. And that’s about all she wrote: no stupid drama this time, not even a mention of the pregnancy issue! This is his way of mellowing out, and apologizing for yesterday’s crap fest.

They’re here now, lolling on the bed in puppy bliss. They had eagerly scratch on the door, while waiting for me to catch up; and the first thing Flaco did, was dash right into the box and scratch away like mad! Then a minute later hopped onto the cot and rolled onto her back for my belly rubs.

Now, I gotta fix ’em dinner and just enjoy their radiant, sweet company while futzing about on my X340 hacking machine. Deek says he’ll be back in a few hours, but we’ll see. Whether he shows up or not, I’m fine with either outcome, even though I’d LOVE them to stay overnight. Bodhisattva Premise: don’t worry, be happy. The mutts will be perfectly fine no matter what.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Look at These Two!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 8:09 PM

Click here for a larger image.

Subject: Deek quickly returned for his electronics, left the doggies with me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 7, 2021 9:13 PM

…so that’s really good. He didn’t say whether he’ll return tonight to pick them up, or wait until tomorrow. Hopefully the latter, as they really need a break from the streets; they’ve been totally zonked out for the past several hours.

Lucky didn’t wanna eat his dinner earlier, in fact he started pushing it about the floor until I retrieved it. Flaco DID ingest her fill. But that was around 4:30. Now, I just prepared their second meal and, much to my chagrin, neither was interested! Anyway:

Deek was surprisingly calm; it was a brief visit and he said “thank you,” as I departed. So I turned around and said, “Well thank you, too, Deek!”

This is good…no, not good, but GREAT. Did I not say this is all a test, or a script in which I play the hero? Which Deek and others are facilitating. Long live the Bodhisattva Premise!

And, of course: all glory to the hypnotoad!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: “Now get out of here, let me cry by myself!”
Subject: Deek quickly returned for his electronics, left the doggies with me…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 12:36 PM

> Great article. Tried to watch the video, but it seems I now have no sound at all coming through my speakers, even though it’s “registering” on all the indicators. Serious bummer, but can’t even think about getting it fixed while I’m still finishing up my 2-year paid writing gig.

Probably something simple, as most PC problems usually are. The REAL problem is that often, simple computer solutions are often obscure.

> You can see the lump on the right side of Roger’s face. I’d seen him just 3 years before, in Boulder, and remember that he was a little detached and gloomy. Learned later that he had just got his cancer diagnosis…

That’s really sad. I have honored his memory in my latest Brindlekin chapter at the very end, thanks to a recent email of yours, to which I added his photo.

Flaco & Lucky stayed overnight. They weren’t hungry at all yesterday, but this morning they scarfed up their breakfast in no time flat. Deek said it’s warmer weather that discourages their appetite. THEY SHOULDN’T BE OUTDOORS ALL THE TIME! At any rate, he seems to be changing for the better re. the pups and his own mood swings. Here’s a 51-second video I call “Flaco & Lucky and Boris Karloff.” Still cute to watch minus audio:

See how clean my room has become, thanks to the pups’ influence! Kudos to Deek as well, for bringing them into my world…they’re a life-changer. That bruise on my arm is a Lucky love-bite. He kept grabbing at my left sneaker’s tongue as I walked the pups this morning. Kept his jaws clenched to it as I dragged him forward, one plodding step after another! Makes ambulation difficult; I was like a wounded soldier, and proud of it. I wear only sweat pants any more, because I can’t find a belt to hold up my jeans or any other regular pants…and have failed to find a decent pair of suspenders which clasps don’t fall apart within a week or so. Lucky takes advantage of this, by sometimes grabbing the cloth just below the knee, and attempts to pull my pants down. Forcing me to clutch the waistband, to prevent such embarrassment. Passersby often laugh. I do too. I cherish my sneakers more than ever, now that their tongues and laces are often drenched with doggie saliva. I’ll need to have extra shoestring on hand, to replace what Lucky has frayed. Oh the humanity! (Or should I say “canine-ity?”)

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I sent a recent email to you, about Comcast rejecting my application. They said they’d post me an explanation, soon, of what else I need to do to complete my eligibility. I suspect it will involve a blood pact with the devil…because I’ve already done everything short of that!


Re: Styx!!!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 2:57 PM

> Just got a notice from Amazon about the walking sticks. Fantastic, thoughtful gift.

I only hope they suit Erwyn comfortably! After hearing his adventure-gone-wrong, Pterry Pterodactyl whisper-cackled in my ear: “Get him some new walking sticks, he’ll like that!” I combed through many reviews in order to come up with the best among them. You can never go wrong, following Pterry’s advice on ANY matter.

> Don’t remember if I sent you this or no; it’s the video made by the rescue crew’s helicopter cam!

No, you didn’t. That was some gnarly spot for him to be stranded on! Certainly not the best way to get one’s 15 minutes of fame.

> Long about 1:50 you can see Erwyn’s little light down on the ground.

Very clearly…but that was around 25 seconds. You looked at the full count, which is just to the right of the present frame indicated; therefore easy to mix up. The entire video is 1:53.

A helicopter named Herbert. Maybe a nephew of My Mother the Car; or a cousin of Herbie the Love Bug.

So Deek dropped over a short while ago to pick up the doggos. Flaco did NOT want to lleave; she just rolled on her back with tongue and front paws dangling in an appeal to let her stay. Using all the sweet charm she could muster, which is considerable. So I had to pick her up to get her through the door (saying “I’m sorry” all along)…then she was good to go. When we got to the gate, Deek handed off his devices as I presented the pups. I told him they hardly ate anything yesterday, but they had a hearty appetite this morning, and are well rested. He said “thank you,” and I thanked him in return; then off they went. NO DRAMA! This is a VERY good development. I suspect he feels much embarrassment for his past actions, at this point. He’s evolving!

Then again, I suspect this is all staged for my benefit, and he never WAS an asshole all along…just playing one. Which if true, means the brindlekin never WERE in danger, nor are they now.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Flaco & Lucky Back for an Encore!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 6:08 PM

Deek dropped by again, wanted me to watch the pups so he could do some bike riding and, I guess, other stuff not convenient with canines around. AFAIC, I would never do ANYthing where dogs can’t join in! As he got ready to leave (with that humongous, 20-pound speaker somehow strapped down to the handlebars with bungee cords) he said, “I won’t be doing this all the time,” and scooted off.

I am now in the process of uploading my first video in a NEW series I call “Doggy Dining with the Stars.” Each of which will be a video of the pups eating, while some old ’30s or ’40s movie will play in the background. For example, here’s the description of “Doggy Dining with the Stars I:”


Watch Flaco & Lucky enjoy a hearty meal while an old ’30s or ’40s movie plays in the background. Today I bring you “The Black Raven,” a 1943 mystery/thriller film starring actors you’ve never heard of, because England.

Each video will last as long as either dog is still noshing…which averages 4-5 minutes. Upload for this first video will be completed in 50 minutes from now. Sorry to make you wait so long, ’cause I know you’re already barking-mad to see it!


Re: Krahlins
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Erwyn
Date: May 8, 2021 6:12 PM

On 2021-05-08 17:45, Erwyn wrote:

> WOW! Now I don’t have to go back there! These are the best Krahlin poles I ever saw.. Thanks, Zeke!

My pleasure; may they serve you well, m’lad. Just don’t do that again!

> (The most harrowing part of that adventure was the trots.)

And thank god it was only that! Captivating piece of writing, BTW…I listened to it twice. Totally absorbing, you made me feel I was right beside you. Which for me, was a welcome treat, as I’m almost always beside myself!

– Zeke


Re: P.S.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 8:57 PM

> Those walking sticks have different tips for different conditions and terrains!! Lightweight but strong.

I did my homework. Cork handles, too, that absorb sweat, and are comfortable to the grip.


Re: Flaco & Luck Back for an Encore!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 9:10 PM

> Hope he lets them spend the night!!

That would be really nice. It’s almost 9 PM and they’re still here. When Deek handed me their leashes, where I stood by the gate, the pups were DYING to get inside, they were hopping with glee! Then, once we returned hovel I had to step back out to bring Deek a few little items. But Flaco insisted on thanking me first, wouldn’t let me leave without an exchange of hugs and kisses. Her kindly consideration and affectionate manners are astounding.

> I love the idea of showing the old movies only as long as the dogs are eating!

The idea struck me a few hours ago, when I was filming them relaxing on the floor, and an old movie was playing. Later I fed them another meal, then filmed them while eating as a ’40s crime move was playing. After watching it through in preparation for upload, I realized it would make a lovely little series!

Here’s the first one. Using my smartphone, the result is not the best it could be, too much on the grainy side, and lighting issues. Video #2, I’m gonna use my Canon PowerShot, and see how THAT goes.


Subject: I’m having the pooches over for a 2nd consecutive night!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 8, 2021 11:15 PM

Deek showed up around 10:30, asked me to watch them for another night, and gave the speaker and other devices to recharge once more. I told him that when he’s ready to take the dogs back, they’ll be refreshed and good to go. He had some yummy looking cookies in a bag with CDs…the large kind that he probably picked up at Peet’s Coffee, where they leave fresh pastries out every night.

I’m tempted to say that Deek is finally having a change of heart…but I really think my Bodhisattva Premise that describes him as a sort of actor/guardian angel, is far more likely. And it’s time for Act II, when I reap my rewards.


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Subject: Thought I was going to have a peaceful night!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 9:12 AM

But then, around 2:15 AM, Lucky started to puke. Very viscous…so sticky in fact, he was forced to swallow some of what came up. After upchucking three times in 20 minutes, he then let me know he needs to step out. So off we went, but the moment we exited, Flaco grabbed a sizeable chicken bone right by the trash bin near the gate. (Damn these thoughtless morons that toss food onto the sidewalk!)

So I promptly grabbed the part jutting from her mouth, and persuaded her with kind words to let go. The bone was tightly gripped between her teeth, yet I was just as stubborn, so we had a sort of stalemate going on. Finally, she released it after a mere ten seconds, much to my delight, and I showered her with praise. I would’ve stayed up all night (and longer) with my fingers clamped around that bone, if need be.

As I tossed the splintery devil into the receptacle, I noticed more chicken bones strewn about. The area around my front gate is a doggy danger spot, for this reason and more! Such as the scary vagrants who sometimes loiter right beside or even in front of the gate, or at the ATM station just a few feet away. And the customers who stand in line for their burgers and block my entry or exit…sometimes with their own dogs in tow, which makes for a difficult passage.

Once we turned the corner up 16th Street, I thought the rest of our late-night stroll would be blissfully uneventful. But no, a pair of bully vagrants with their packs suddenly appeared, barreling down the hill in our direction. So I quickly led the dogs across the street and, lo and behold: yet aNOTHER wing nut approached from a half-block away. But when I tugged on their leashes to backtrack and make a fast disappearance around another corner, Lucky was already crouched in poop position! So there was nothing I could do but deal with the oncoming threat.

She was an obese, black female in her early 40s, with rolls of fat that made her walk a wobbly gait. Also vagrant, and in a bad mood…which the pups sensed and began barking up a storm. She paused right beside me and declared that I better teach them some manners or they’re gonna get a whooping. It was all I could do to restrain my companions, but I said nothing. Just stared back, about to give her a taste of my pepper spray. Much to my relief, she abruptly turned away and lumbered on while spouting expletives. The dogs kept barking in wild fury, tugging on their leashes with surprising force, until she disappeared around the corner. The very same corner I was trying to get to in the first place, to avoid the bitch.

Seeing as 16th Street was not working for us, we strolled up Noe instead…even though we are usually more likely to run into trouble there, than on 16th, at this time of night. All went well for awhile, until a small crowd of revelers appeared from the direction of Market Street. Not much of a problem, really: they were well dressed but loud and screechy like the gay stereotypes they were (accompanied by your token fag hag of course), which caused the mutts to bark like crazy once again. Being that things are usually silent and empty as a ghost town during these wee hours, Flaco tends to bark at anyone she spots, at a much greater distance than she normally would during daytime hours.

So, instead of a hassle-free walk last night, it was rife with disturbance. Where did all these creeps come from, in such a condensed period of time? It was as if they were awaiting their cue to appear onstage, the moment me and the pups stepped out! Lucky retched a couple more times, his stomach expanding and contracting in dramatic ripples, before we returned hovel. And did same once back inside, for which I had ample newspaper for easy clean-up. You see the bright color of his vomit: orange red. Definitely not blood, thank god. Food coloring perhaps, from the kibble or canned food. Here it was almost 3 AM, and I had yet to enjoy a quiet evening! In fact, it went out the window at this point, and I crashed out after seeing to it that both pups were finally at rest…Flaco in the box, and Lucky by the refrigerator (a cool spot in the room).

Lucky drank water several times upon return, and seemed none the worst for the experience. Though when I opened the door to enter my room, while Flaco quickly entered, he just remained in the hallway, hesitant to proceed any further. As if scared of something. So I kindly nudged him back inside. I have NO idea what was up with that, except, perhaps, he didn’t want to mess up his sanctuary with more puke.

So now it’s 10 AM, a peaceful, fair morning…and I’m about to feed them their first meal of the day. Keeping my fingers crossed that no further disturbance ensues, and that Deek, once he shows up again, continues his recently peaceful demeanor.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: That rejection by Comcast was simply because they also need my signature…as they indicated by their latest email to me, yesterday afternoon. Which was NOT asked for, while filling out the online application. Nor did they inform me they’d be sending me a paper form to do just that. I don’t understand why you can’t just take a snapshot of your signature, and paste it into a spot on that form! They need to not be so spooky about it by sending a notice that one’s application has been rejected; then make you wait a day or two to find out why, and what, if anything, one can do to rectify the “problem.” Jeez Louise, I thought for awhile I was being blacklisted across the ISP board, thanks to Chronic.net’s horrid allegation!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Pups are now back w/Deek!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 3:18 PM

He came by an hour ago. Upon returning Flaco & Lucky, I found him seated along the curb by the bus stop out front, with two other homeless dudes who were neatly dressed, and FRIENDLY! I couldn’t bring everything downstairs at once, so first delivered the pooches and dog food. Then ran back to bring him that weighty speaker (great for my upper arm strength), a smartphone and a small power bank. Upon departing, Deek said “Thank you,” so I boisterously replied: “It’s a pleasure and an honor!” One of his friend then addressed me: “That’s a nice thing you’re doing for Deek!” so I gave him a hearty thanks before returning hovel.

A few minutes later I peered out the window, to see if Deek were still hanging out there. Turned out he was already gone, and his two guests were already getting up to leave, as well. This is around the fourth time in the past three weeks Deek has parked himself in front of my building, with and without company. Yet each time he’s done that, he’s only lingered for a short while, and made no noise whatsoever during the stay. I believe he is now taking the opportunity to prove to me he’s no longer a headache and a half.

I am elated at these new changes in Deek, for it also means he’ll began leaving the brindlekin with me a lot more often…for the sake of their safety, health and happiness. So what is the next step after that?

Getting my quasi-fascist neighbor, Moe, to become helplessly attached to the pups. And since he’s quite the dog lover, he should be an easy mark.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: My wish for April to be my miracle month was premature…though not by very much. May shall be gay!


Re: Someone just made my day on Reddit
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 9, 2021 3:18 PM

> I like BBally81’s comment!!

He’s the one that inspired me to track down Clive Merrison’s radio adaptation, because it’s the best. So I searched to find if it’s out there, beyond the restrictions coming out of British based cyber services. And so I discovered it on Internet Archives. Now, I’m gonna get absorbed in every friggin episode, in order to prepare myself for my next book, “Friendly Ghost Detective Agency”. So that I can really grasp the zeitgeist of the Sherlock Holmes stories, and make my parody a knockout. I want to remain accurate to the original tales…fore example, Conan Doyle never had Holmes say, “Elementary!”

> Erwyn is out with the sticks right now, taking our doggy, Surely, for an evening walk.

I hope the walking sticks suit him well, for both comfort and portability. I purchased them from a family business with a very high reputation score.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Doggies are back again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 8:30 AM

Deek called up to my window around 7:30 this morning! Wasn’t loud, just barely enough to wake me up. I looked out and saw the usual human, shopping cart and two lovely pups. So I donned my slippers and bandanna, grabbed the keys and down the stairs I went, still half asleep.

The pooches went wild, standing up with gleeful yelps, pulling the overloaded cart backwards a bit in their excitement. Deek said he’s gotta go somewhere to collect recyclables, they’d be better off staying with me, as it’s hot where he’s going, and the pups need their rest, and:

“I know how much they enjoy visiting you. I’ll be back around one.”

It was all I could do to hold onto the leashes while I lugged the speaker inside, so I released them. They were ecstatic, and quickly bounded up the stairs to my hovel. Which door I kept ajar for their convenience. So as I caught up with them, they were already on the bed, eager to shower me with puppy gratitude. A minute later they were both sound asleep, like little angels on a fluffy blue cloud. They really DO need their rest! I guess they were up most of the night.

– Zeke K-Holmes

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Subject: First time my friend from Philly’s email has been bounced back to me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 5:36 PM

Not a good sign.

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Subject: Undelivered Mail Returned to Sender
Date: 2021-05-10 17:23
From: MAILER-DAEMON@mailbox.onlinepolicy.net (Mail Delivery System)
To: Zeke Krahlin

This is the mail system at host mailbox.onlinepolicy.net.

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Re: First time my friend from Philly’s email has been bounced back to me!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 6:44 PM

> God damn.

I can’t even say “I told you so!” But it’s possible he’s just too sick to bother going to a public wifi spot, and his mailbox is filled up. Though I can’t imagine how, as it’s not like he’s very active online.


Subject: Internet Essentials will cost your friend zilch, once she’s been registered!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 7:19 PM

Thanks to the gov’t’s Emergency Broadband Benefit (EBB)! Once you have passed Comcast’s eligibility test for Internet Essentials, you will have to apply for your FREE Internet access here.

All Internet Essentials customers are automatically eligible for this program, which starts on May 12th (two days from now)! I just found that out on Reddit’s r/USMobile sub. Here’s the link, and I am “i-luv-ducks:”

The EBB is temporary, in that it will last until that program runs out of cash.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek returned, picked up pups and thanked me.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 9:16 PM

This was around 6 PM. He was parked with his burdensome cart, by the bus stop out front. He said he’d only be there a few minutes, to which I replied that I’m perfectly fine with that, he’s been quiet, no drama the past several times. He then thanked me for watching the dogs, who sat close to him, looking well rested and happy. I gave them a couple of pats and told them how much I enjoyed their company, wished Deek an excellent evening, then returned hovel.

What happened to the old Deek, where did he disappear to? Never mind, I don’t care, hope he never shows up again. I like this new version very much.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Deek returned, picked up pups and thanked me.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 11:55 PM

> What I like about this is that it increases the chances of the dogs already being with you if/when something bad happens to Deek.

Better that he have a change of heart…however, I’m trying to have all bases covered for either outcome. It is also good that so many of his homeless friends have seen us together, and my caring for the pups…rather than just hear his lies. Some have even commended me for my help with the dogs.

They even know in which building I live, since he has been sloppy in keeping our association private. In the past several months he’s often been accompanied by one or two people, when dropping by…even though I made it clear many times that doing so is against my wishes. Just yesterday, two street people were sitting with Deek on the curb by the bus stop, who saw me exit the building to bring the doggies over to him. And they even commended me for my help with the pups.

So now, I’m glad he has ignored my wishes, since this increases the odds of Lucky & Flaco being brought TO me, should he die in the streets, or be carted off to jail or the hospital. Even the local police now understand the situation.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 11:47 AM

Doggy Dreamland!

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It’s morning, 11:36 AM. Deek has yet to return. I forgot to mention that, when he handed me the leashes last night, I said “See you tomorrow morning, then?” To which he replied after a couple of hesitant seconds: “Uh…yeah.”

So I clarified: “I mean I’m going to sleep in a half hour.”

What struck me about his reply was the hesitancy. There’s possibly an implication in that, though perhaps nothing more than something else on his mind. But it makes me wonder: “Does he plan to never show up again?”

Took them for their morning stroll, then at 10:30 AM set out their breakfast. Only Flaco partook, eating up 3/4 of the bowl. Lucky remained happily reposed on the bedding. His repast still remains on the floor, in hopes he’ll eventually get around to it.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 1:22 PM

> Aw! His little sleeping-doggy smile!!

Precious beyond words. One more pic, this time with eyes open.

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Deek still not back, and Lucky has yet to eat any breakfast. But as you can see, he’s content and healthy…so this is just the way he is, from time to time. He’ll eat when he’s ready.

He loves his ducky treats, though, but only ate half of this morning’s allotment. Strange, that Flaco turned them down, too, after only a few nibbles. Last night was cute:

Flaco was asleep by the fridge, where I have a comforter tossed down, just for that. And Lucky was on the cot, beside me. Later on that night, they both sat up, looked around and at each other…then changed places!

I’ve been watching a lot of ’30s and ’40s noir films, mostly for ambience, but yesterday I really enjoy “The Woman in the Window,” starring Edward G. Robinson, Joan Bennett, Raymond Massey, and Dan Duryea. While it retained the amusing, naive factor of such films (mostly B movies), the plot and acting were pretty good. But I just can’t see Robinson playing the romantic lead, which just made it amusing.

Regarding my Philly friend: more of my recent emails to him have been bounced. So I guess I should remove him from my mailing list.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Lucky just ate his breakfast!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 1:37 PM

Not completely, but most of it…about 10% remains. He just hopped off the cot a few minutes ago when my back was turned (preparing a smoothie), and dug in. What a relief.


Re: 3 cute pics of Lucky asleep
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 10, 2021 4:39 PM

> He glows with health! His shiny coat, with the beautiful swirls and whorls!

He and his sweet sister are the two loveliest little doggies I’ve ever met. And to think a monster like Deek “owns” them! He returned a short while ago, and flung the most horrible accusations at me, while one of his friends was there…a big white due who rides a bike. He’s 40ish, on the fat side and appears harmless enough. IOW: your basic schlemiel. He even SAW me bring down more dog food, after taking his devices upstairs to be charged.

They were hanging by the bus stop of course, and when I came down with the pups, Deek said, “they look weird, they can hardly walk after they’ve visited you.” I reminded him they’re in a very relaxed mode, and you’re making this stuff up. Then he said why is one of Flaco’s nipples hanging so low, like someone did nasty things with her.” So I retorted that he’s make awful accusation about me in front of a stranger, and he’s off his nut. He replied by saying that dude isn’t a stranger! Can you believe how he manipulates everything?

So I finished by saying I take great care of the pups, and I’m going right now, because I don’t wanna be subjected to his crap. I would hope, though, that his “friend” sees through his BS, though if meth is their main association, I doubt it. He’s tried t stir up enmity against me before, as you well know. And it’s never succeeded. I’m sure he continued to rattle off bad-mouthing me to the biker, once I departed.

But I just don’t know how to deal with this, next time he drops by. If I tell him that’s a wicked thing he did the other day, he’ll come up with whatever he deems is the perfect excuse! But I WILL bring it up, because he needs to hear it. I can’t tell him that I can no longer have the dogs over, if he’s gonna keep up this disgusting behavior, nor help him in any other way. So, good riddance, you stay away from me forever. Because the mutts are in the middle of this vile dilemma! And I could NEVER abandon them. He is an expert when it comes to manifesting needless grief and crises! And he’s got me over a barrel in a way, and he knows it! I COULD tell him I’m skipping next week’s allowance and charging his device for as long…but then he’ll use that as an excuse to keep the dogs away.

Now, something weird happened late last night, around 5 AM. Some fellow screaming bloody murder woke me up, and it was happening almost below my windows…at the ATM stall, to be exact. I recognized the voice: Boulevard Joe! So I got up and peered outside to see a cop car parked nearby, as Joe (whom I could NOT see, but only hear) was screaming at them about how he doesn’t have to give them his name and, no, he was not starting any fire. Isn’t that ironic…the very person I used to rely on regarding advice with handling Deek, and whom I haven’t seen in ages (because, according to Deek, he had gotten another hotel room, so was off the streets), has become the LAST person I’d ever seek for guidance. And to think I’ve been looking for him all this time, and this is how he finally shows up!

Well, the police finally departed without him, and I heard him commiserating with someone else, though minus the loud harangue. I have NO idea what they were talking about, as too muffled from my distance…nor do I know anything about this latest confrontation with law enforcement. I do know that, about five months ago, he was storming up Market Street wielding an unsheathed sword, when the SFPD confronted him. He insisted it was his right to carry a weapon, and, when he refused to put it down, was shot in the hand by a rubber bullet. Which then made him eligible for a hotel room, because suffering an injury. After hearing that, straight from the horse’s mouth, I realized perhaps I should NOT look to him for any further Deek advice.

> Completely sentient, beautiful pure little creatures.

They are truly beautiful, in the profoundest sense of that word.

> I have to figure out what to do with Van’s stuff…his poor sad unpublished manuscripts, photos of him when he was a little kid. Just too fucking sad. I’m a sentimental cripple.

Can you possibly keep them yourself, pack them away in a box? You might publish some of his work posthumously. I’m a sentimental bowl of jelly myself, but I have never had to go through what you’re going through now. I can’t imagine how painful that must be.

– Zeke K-Holmes


The Final Chapter (part 7)

May 7, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17g]

Subject: I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 1, 2021 11:44 PM

Around 10:30 PM he called across the street, so I snapped out of my late-evening relax mode and marched on downstairs and out the door. As usual, the doggies were overjoyed to see me…and, as usual, Deek frowned at that. He dropped by to have me recharge his 20-pound speaker, a smartphone and a small battery backup. Nothing about having the pups over.

Instead of the usual shopping cart, this time he had a flatbed dolly. While rummaging through his pile of today’s possessions, the pups eagerly stuck their noses in, hoping to sniff out something good. Which annoyed him, so he yelled at Lucky, “Back off!” It’s all I could do to keep myself from kicking the shit out of him, but I bit my tongue.

As I crouched down to pet Lucky, he vigorously nibbled up and down my sleeve like a barber’s electric razor, very efficient, you could almost hear the buzzing sound: his sweet way of saying “I love you so much I could eat you up!” Flaco clambered onto my lap the moment I sat down on the sidewalk. So I held her close for a couple of minutes, waiting to see if Deek had anything more to say. He remained silent, so I finally asked, “Is that all?”

He replied “Yeah.” Then I set Flaco gently back on the ground, picked up the speaker and cord, pocketed the phone and battery, wished them all a good night, and departed. Sometimes I think he’s a wicked man, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I rarely see him happy with the doggies; mostly he acts put out by their company. And to deny me the great joy of having them visit me any more, seems to bestow upon him, immensely sadistic pleasure.

Well, I have yet to hear back from Moe, which probably means I won’t hear back from him at all. I like to think that the revelation of the building manager’s insipid behavior towards me, and that video of my confrontation with Adisa and company at the front gate, threw him for a loop. We’ll see. Next time our paths cross, I’ll give him a friendly hello. That should tick him off no end.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Point Cabrillo Lighthouse, Mendocino County.

Subject: Incredible search-and-rescue story by your partner, Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 1, 2021 11:44 PM

I just listened to it over again, this time via podcast. I love how he drifted in and out to past memories and tied them in to his present dilemma. His favorite, new glasses which temple broke, so you wired a new piece on (but it’s not as convenient to wear, now)…mention of his son (that he’s twice the man he could ever be)…your climb up Yosemite’s Half Dome with him (I think it was Half Dome, but I don’t want to bother to find that part again)…description of the surroundings and how it was devastated by last year’s fire storm)…the slaughter of the native people in that area, during the early settler years…etc. And I learned that “Afghanistan” is properly pronounced without the G. At the end, Marshall made an apology for something he said that he later realized might have been taken as rude:

“I went by to see you and Wattson the other day, and I feel like when I was standing in your driveway, talking, I said like three or four things that I wish I could call back, because I thought they were funny, and I think they might have been taken the wrong way.”

Erwyn’s response was hilarious: “Oh, we’ve talked about nothing else, except what a shit head you are.”

Anyway, that was some story Erwyn told…captivating all the way. I really felt the Mendocino spirit through it all. Did you hear it, or were you busy tending to other chores? In case you haven’t, it begins at 27 minutes (you’ll hear the phone ring), and ends at 89 minutes:

https://memooftheair.wordpress.com/2021/05/01/may-day-i-dreamed-i-was-mauled-by-pinkertons-in-my-maidenform-bra/

And, for some unknown reason, he read my description comparing my spy glasses with the spy pen. Lifted from my MCN post about a video I made, showing how the pen works in the field. He chose THAT irrelevant piece, In spite of the fact I have composed SO MANY excellent tales over recent months, they would be an ASSET to his show. And I was ready to resume call-ins, all gung-ho for a second round on Memo of the Weird. Yet, to my surprise and disappointment, he suddenly dropped me like a hot yam, and never explained why. So many astounding recordings to add to my Youtube channel…all missed.

Anyway, THAT starts at 21:47 and runs just a tad over 2 minutes.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Incredible search-and-rescue story by Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 12:27 PM

> Wild, huh? And he’s eighty-fucking-two. I heard the whole thing while he was on the phone with Marshall. Who had taken me completely by surprise that day, knocking on the door in the afternoon. One thing I’ve seriously enjoyed about the pandemic is how it cut drop-in visitors (my pet peeve) to just about zero.

With all the hatefulness among so many here in San Franshitsco, drop-in visits and even phone calls are usually with a hostile intent. So whenever there’s that VERY rare knock on my door, or that EQUALLY rare voicemail, I always shudder in reaction.

> But there he was, after more than a year. He was wearing a mask and standing way back; I told him we’re outside, and vaxxed, so no need for the mask. When he took it off, I saw that his beard has twice as much gray in it than the last time I saw him. Erwyn told him about being lost in the woods for a night, and Marshall told him to call it in if he wanted to.

You see, I call your partner “Erwyn” for my tales. I like it, because it’s almost identical to “Arwyn,” my own hero. His telling of that recent camp-out and exploration in the wild, by invite of Mr. Sneiderman and son was extraordinary. I felt personally involved, it was that absorbing.

> I honestly can’t remember what it was he said that he might have thought was taken the wrong way. He’s mysterious. I wish he was still having you on his show; I was very sorry and disappointed about how all of that turned out. People all around me behave strangely. I hope I don’t.

I hope you don’t either, but if you ever do, I’ll probably drown my angst in a second cup of coffee. BTW, there is another missive to you coming up, regarding this morning’s visit with Deek…MOST horrific, and has really put my living here in danger (the bastard). You’ll receive it shortly.

> Yep, it was Half Dome we climbed ( a while back now.) Scary as hell. You see it in the distance, and the people climbing it look like a line of ants. You get there to the base, after hiking uphill for hours and hours to get there, and discover that it’s monstrous, and way steeper than you expected. There are rickety metal poles set in the rock, probably back in the WPA era, chains slung between the poles for grabbing onto, and on the surface of the rock, affixed with bolts, horizontal wooden planks about six feet apart, a sort of flat ladder, for footing. You pull yourself up on those chains, going from one plank to the next. Gloves are a necessity. We had not brought our own. At the base of the rock is a big pile of assorted gloves; I think I wound up with an oven mitt and a gardening glove. It was one hairy climb, let me tell you. And only as fast as the slowest climbers. Coming down even scarier.

DON’T DO IT AGAIN…hope you’ve learned your lesson! I’ve never been one for risky adventures, as life is already risky enough just putzing around. One reason why I’m not into aggressive sports, though the inherent machismo is the main cause. Though I LOVE hiking through verdant fields, valleys and the overwhelming rush of seeing the night sky just THICK with stars no matter where you turn your head. I love camping out, “roughing it” and all that; but I haven’t done so in over 15 years. And in the last few years of it, I’d always wake up with a stuffy head and clogged nose. I guess because living so citified most of my life (after leaving my suburban childhood forever) my system finally lost its adaptation to the rural pollen. Though I DON’T suffer any allergies here in San Franshitsco. Hopefully, that will not change…otherwise perhaps I may eventually die from sneezing my way into the grave. And if I get buried out in the wilderness, I just may become “The Sneezing Ghost of Such-and-Such Valley.”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek just dropped by…he was horrible.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 12:51 PM

And, dammit, good physician, I had the spy glasses on, but forgot to activate them, except towards the end of this fiasco. Anyway, he called up to the window, asked for more dog food, and a pair of sunglasses. Sunglasses? I can’t do that more than just this one time around…or it would become too much of an expense. So I opened a new 30-pound bag of kibble and filled two 1-gallon Ziploc freezer bags from that…put the bags in another bag, to which I also added five cans of wet food. While in the process of gathering everything together, he hollered up again: “Hey! Hey!” I ignored him, because I was already locking the door and had the full load with me, including that weighty, Bluetooth speaker.

Upon opening the gate, he was right there, so I told him why so restless, you know it takes me a few minutes to bag the dog food, I’m not gonna jump at your every command. At that same time, the pups had walked partly inside, eager to run up to my hovel. Upon which he yelled at them and YANKED them back out. I chastised:

“Don’t do that, Deek, that’s abusive.”

Well, he made all kinds of excuses in staccato, wouldn’t shut up, so I spoke over him, that I’m sick and tired of him always acting like a bitch when he comes by. That he should be a lot happier, with these wonderful dogs, and all the help I’m giving them.

Then he rattled on about how the dogs got sick last time they were over, the building is full of disease, blah-blah-blah. He started pushing his cart towards Castro street, said he’s gotta go somewhere, yes, I love you, thanks for everything you do, I couldn’t do it without you. But he spoke those words in boisterous sarcasm, so I further reprimanded as he lumbered down Market Street with doggies in tow:

[INTERRUPTION: just at the end of my composing the previous paragraph, I heard someone screaming in rage. Turned out to be Deek returning in my direction, who then parked himself right below Moe’s windows and continued his angry rant, so loud the whole block could hear. More on that in a minute.]

So I further reprimanded him, that the dogs are very sweet, they’re a gift from God, and should always be treated with kindness, not short-tempered bullshit…that he needs to grow up, count his blessings, and be a lot more cheerful…that he has so much going for him, yet is missing out on most of it…that he’s making up excuses to not have the pups visit me any more…that he needs an attitude adjustment, his hostility towards me is disgusting. Now, about his unexpected (and unwelcome) return:

Seems he had lost his phone only minutes after departing, and grew into a rage over it, hollered up at me “Do you have my phone?” to which I just looked down, shrugged my shoulders with hands palms-up. He then resumed wailing while parked at the corner by my building, rummaging through his pile of junk on the dolly cart. Then that homeless lady who screams FREQUENTLY showed up to watch Flaco & Lucky, while Deek retraced his steps to see if he could find that phone. And SHE started screeching at someone halfway down the block, who screamed back at her. Her name is Shorty, and you’ll see who she is on the video.

I’m infuriated that I didn’t get most of this recorded, bud DID capture about 4.5 minutes of the final part of this pointless drama that I call “Deek’s Latest Hissy Fit.” The timing of his creating further disturbance near Moe’s residence was INTENTIONAL, and I accused him of just that. He kept making excuses for his rotten behavior, which included stating he doesn’t care about what Moe thinks. I told him he probably got me in big trouble, and he’s STILL yelling, and needs to quiet down and get outta here.

He also said if I politely asked him to NOT yell or yank at the dogs, he would’ve complied. I told him, nonsense, you need to hear that without being coddled (well, something to that effect…you’ll see all this in the video). He never listens to me unLESS I yell, or at least, speak REAL firm-like. Deek blamed me for his flash of rage, because of my bold admonishments; I told him he’s an adult, but acting like a brat. “You triggered me!” he blasted back. And I countered: “Nope, you just trigger yourself. You need to stop being a hothead, no reason to be such a drama queen…besides, you found your phone, right?

He did…don’t know where he found it, but probably stashed within that pile of crap, maybe the bag of dog food I gave him. Which at this point, he seemed to have broken open one of the Ziplocs, because some kibble had spilled onto the sidewalk. He said that Shorty often steals his phones, and he was ready to beat her up.

He finally toned it down, as he gathered up all his “possessions” from the sidewalk, and in a minute or so, departed with doggies in tow…who remained cool as furry cucumbers all the while!

Upon returning hovel, I discovered my laptop was not connecting to the spy glasses after plugging them in! Just more frustration to the mix. I rebooted, and that took care of it. But I don’t know why the glasses recorded only 4.5 minutes, when there were at least 5 more minutes of good witness. Including an elderly woman (who appeared to be 80-82) sitting at a table outside the Super-Duper burger shop, said to me as I passed by: “You handled that very well!”

So I stopped to chat, telling her we’ve been friends for many years, but he IS difficult sometimes. That the pups should be better treated…in fact, they shouldn’t even be forced to live on the streets, and I have the perfect residence to house them. When I told her I’m writing true stories about all this and they’re online, she queried:

“Oh, what should I google to find them?”

So I said, “Brindlekin,” then paused a moment and added: “Wait just a minute, I’ll come right back down with my card.”

So I rushed on hovel, snatched up a card, and returned outside to present it to her. Upon departing, I told her “Thank you, Lisa, you just made my day!” (I had asked her name earlier, and introduced myself.)

So I presume that, since Deek has decided to fuck me over, I’ll get yet another email from Moe…or, more likely, he’ll complain directly to Kevin. Who will then mail me a letter of complaint, with a copy sent off to Ablahblah Realty. It is of course my assumption, that whatever whiny email he posts to me, is also bcc’d to the manager. What the hell is going on?

IT’S ALL SCRIPTED, AND THEY’RE IN ON THIS TOGETHER: Deek, the manager, and Moe (with Shorty as a featured extra in this scene). And probably having a good laugh over it, too. I’m waiting for this latest video to finish uploading, before posting this missive. It’s a 55-minute transfer, with a bit over 10 to go.

[13-minute pause, please be patient.]

Ah, here we go (check out the thumbnail):


Re: I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:02 PM

> He’s showing you what a “big man” he is. NOT.

All my criticism the past several weeks is getting to him. He’s either gonna grow up fast, or explode in self destruction.

> It’s just plain fucking cruel.

Yes, but so are some of the residents in my building, along with the fuckin’ MANAGER. I’m between a rock and a hard place. But get this, Wattson:

I’ll come out the winner WITH the dogs, and without Deek if need be. Doesn’t he realize he’s putting himself in the absolute position of total obeisance towards me? He’s setting his own trap on HIMSELF. As are Moe, Kevin, and Myrtle and son. Let us not ALSO forget Ablahblah Realty. Oh what fools these mortals be!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Incredible search-and-rescue story by Erwyn!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:20 PM

> Not a chance.

I find people who brag about their climbing (or skydiving or football or bungee jumping or running of the bulls or whatever “athletic” nonsense they’re into) intolerably boring.

> You got that right!

Life is full of adventures without the high risk, anyway…so what’s the point? So many new things to discover, participate in…even if you’re all by your lone some. As I am, for the most part.

> Have lost the urge; feel pressed for time all the time now.

You have so much rural beauty right where you live, so that’s a plus.

> Good old Such-and-Such Valley.

Yes, it’s never too far away, and you can always hang there at such-and-such a time! Indeed, I love to go there whenever I’m in such-and-such a mood. But that’s only when I don’t have such-and-such to do on my computer.

– Zeke K-Holmes (such-and-such private sleuth at your service)


Subject: You MIGHT have responded to the wrong missive.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 2:39 PM

The one I sent just a short while ago is entitled “Deek just dropped by…he was horrible.” It includes a video of Deek’s outburst earlier today. Instead, you replied to a post I sent the day before, entitled: “I saw Deek tonight, for just a few minutes.” Though maybe you’re getting to it right now, and I’m just too restless, after his vile behavior. I can send it again if you’d like…or just be patient. It IS one of my more important pieces.

– Zeke


Re: You MIGHT have responded to the wrong missive.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 3:46 PM

> No, I read the latest! “He was horrible.” Truly appalling. Just haven’t had a chance to respond yet. And will definitely watch the short video included.

Thank you! I just wanted to be sure you didn’t miss it, what with your busy schedule. As it’s one of those emails where your input and reflections would be of high value for me, in deciding how to best deal with the idiot on the streets, and the idiot on my floor. Also, something REALLY NICE also occurred in the mix…an angel appeared out of nowhere, so to speak, and spoke the kindest words! You’ll know EXACTLY who I mean, once you read that piece. And damn it, I thought the spy glasses caught it all, but once I returned hovel, nope. It stopped recording after 4.5 minutes, even though there was plenty of space on the SD card, and I have it set to record in 30-minute chunks. Though even as short as 5 minutes would’ve worked, too, as it creates a NEW file to continue (and another new one, and so on) until I shut if off myself, or it runs out of room or the battery dies. Would’ve made OUTSTANDING vérité! Once again, I trust that my Reptilian Allies have their own recording of the scene. One would think so because, after all, THEY WROTE THE SCRIPT.

What a furshlugginer time to be alive, Wattson. Get those lizards outta my bed! And head! The scales have NOT fallen from my eyes, but grown an extra pair! Are we having fun yet?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Zach just dropped by…he was horrible.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 2, 2021 7:11 PM

> He’s feeling guilty about something, and so takes the offensive. Literally and figuratively.

Oh, Deek has TONS of things to feel guilty about including, possibly, plans to make Flaco pregnant. Or maybe someone’s offered him big bucks for the dogs…which’ll be spent in two days. Well, no point conjecturing, it could be anything in his long litany of sins. But I’m confident that any and all of his devious schemes will backfire. Per my Bodhisattva Premise:

“You have the greatest obligation to relax in faith, and not let worry poison the day…realizing that all sincere prayers WILL be answered in their own time, not yours.”

> Fucking ASSHOLE.

To put it mildly.

> Nightmare.

But notice how Shorty’s very kind to the pups, and helping clean up after Deek. Last year when I was visiting Deek down the block around 10 PM, he was with several other vagrants, who had spread tarps and blankets to sit on, with Lucky & Flaco cozily resting on one end. But they were leashed to the shopping cart, which was by the curb, thus obstruction any passersby, who’d have to skirt around by walking on the street. I saw a small blanket atop the cart, so plopped it down by the curb, in order to have the doggies sleep over there, that there be a clear space on the sidewalk. When I went to summon the pooches over, Shorty picked up that blanket, and I at first thought she was gonna walk off with it.

So I said hey, that’s for the dogs, but she ignored me. The next thing I knew, she had set up a very clean and tidy, cushy area for them…much nicer than my simple toss of the blanket. I was most impressed, and said thank-you.

> God, that’s so great. I love it when that happens!!!

She was my angel of the moment, a sweet little old lady who watched it all unfold! And so thoughtful to actually ask me where she can read my tales! That really clinched it for me, as I said in an earlier email: bodhisattvas always plant clues into any crisis, if you are astute enough (or ready) to notice them…which may include a sweet word or two. I think of Lisa now, and thank her once again. Well, that was hours ago, and she may already be reading my Brindlekin Tales! BTW, when I pointed out that sentence: “True stories from the Castro…eat your heart out, Armistead!” she cracked up because SHE GOT IT. She knows who Armistead is, and his book “Tales of the City.” I couldn’t ask for a more perfect little oasis of illumination, amid this bleak nightmare!

> Strutting around with his shirt off (nice day in SF!)

Yes, a lovely day…which Deek set out to ruin for me, like the shitty twat drama queen he is. He’s 43 years old now, and still living out his teenage hustler fantasy of being the tough guy on the block. He looks ridiculous, flashing a bit of his butt crack like some adolescent punk. Where does he think he is: the Tenderloin? I think I’ll ask him that tomorrow, when he’s due to pick up his weekly allowance. Highly unlikely he’ll miss THAT!

> flinging abusive crap in every direction. My wish is that he will leave the doggies with you and disappear.

Other folks in the ‘hood are pretty much disgusted with him, so THAT may come to pass. My heart goes out to Flaco & Lucky. Yet I always keep in mind that, on Day 1 of my Brindlekin Adventures, she looked at me with kind joy from that little hole she dug, as if to say, “Don’t worry, Zeke, everything will turn out just fine!” Hmm…

…maybe Moe will have a word or two with him, and scare Deek shitless, and away for good. After, of course, handing the dogs over. Which he’ll then bring to me. Well, that’s just speculation, but, since this is obviously a script written by bodhisattvas, I consider that a possible outcome. Moe may be one, too. This morning’s scenario was all too tightly woven to be OTHER than a written composition. I suspect Arwyn to be the playwright.

Of course, if such be the case, Deek is also one of the actors and just playing his role to make me come out of all this as the hero of the show. All glory to the hypnotoad!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Pups are snoozin’ away on my bed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 3, 2021 9:19 PM

Deek showed up an hour ago to pick up his allowance. His demeanor was excellent, and he was clean and well dressed. There seemed to be a new calm about him; quite a contrast from yesterday. In fact, I’ve never seen him so collected before, in all the years I’ve known him! I crouched down to greet the pooches who were delighted to see me…no surprise there. As I was petting them, Deek chimed in:

“I guess they can stay with you for awhile.”

I replied: “Really? I’d love that, thanks.”

He said he might be back in a couple of hours, or he might show up tomorrow morning, instead. The usual routine. So he handed me the leashes, his smartphone and the 20-pound speaker, and off we bounded to my sanctuary. The dogs tugged like wild as we climbed the stairs, so a third of the way up, I let them go…tumbling and yipping with such joy you can’t imagine! Instead of dashing up and down the hallway, they eagerly parked themselves by my door. Soon as I opened it, they both hopped on the bedding and began fluffing it up and tucking themselves underneath. Ah, comfort! Of course, I gave them some ducky treats right off the bat. Then off to doggy slumberland they went (2 minutes):

I think my newer spy glasses are faulty, as it seems like recording mode frequently turns off after a few seconds. How frustrating! But that explains why I didn’t get more than 4.5 minutes yesterday, so missed that precious scene with the little old lady, Lisa. And also, missed today’s meetup with Deek. Had I not superglued the lenses, I could’ve pulled one out, and used it on the first pair of glasses, which work perfectly. Ironic or what? So I guess I’ll just have to resign myself to wearing the one with the missing lens, if I hope to continue to get more of those excellent videos!

Today, I completed the process of turning all my Brindlekin chapters into narrated versions. The sense of accomplishment is awesome…it felt so important to me, to get the audio out there, even if the voice is just digital. The procedure was tedious, but necessary. For example:

Back and forth exchanges in a single email (which was most of them) required me to break each section into a “you said/I said” pattern. Like so:

Wattson wrote:

Blah blah blah blah blah blah.

So I replied:

More blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Wattson wrote:

Yet more blah blah blah blah blah blah.

So I replied:

Yet even more blah blah blah blah blah blah.

And so on, as many times as required. There were other adjustments I made to the text, such as excluding most links, and rewriting foreign words and phrases into phonetic English, so the digital voice won’t mess up the pronunciation. For example: instead of “vérité,” I spelled it “ver-ih-tay.”

I also added a period to lines that did not end in any punctuation, such as a book title or my name at the end. Otherwise, the digital convertor would run right into the next line, as if it were all one sentence. IOW: the period can be used to slow it down a bit, as does the comma.

But I didn’t obsess over getting all words pronounced perfectly, as I’d go nuts trying to accomplish that! I’d say the narration came out pretty good…more than sufficient for those who are vision impaired, to enjoy my tales. And anyone else who chooses the audio route. Here’s how it sounds (using my latest chapter, as an example); just listen to a half minute or so, to see how well it came out).

It just occurred to me there are programs out there that can break up anyone’s voice from an audio recording, into syllables, and pretty much turn them into a digital reader. It would be relatively easy to do that with Marshall’s voice, as I can use one of his podcasts! That would be HILARIOUS if I could duplicate his voice to narrate my stories!

Well, I’m gonna relax this evening, with Lucky & Flaco’s beatific company!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 10:37 AM

I fed them extra early, just in case he really DID show up around 8 AM, like he said yesterday evening. Normally I feed them breakfast around 10:30, after letting them snooze extra long, and taking them for a walk. To my surprise, he DID come by the gate around 8:30. This is a 40-second video of that scene, which I call “There’s Always Something.” With the following description:


Deek dropped by this morning, to pick up the pups who stayed with me overnight. Glad to see the “no drama” Deek before I have my first cup of java for the day. However, he could NOT just leave it alone, with a final, rude comment upon departing. It was in response to my statement that they ate well this morning. You probably can’t make out what he said on the video, but these are his words (approximately; I couldn’t make them out either, during replay): “Ate well? They look skinny. When they’re with me, they’re fat.” Which is not only untrue, but it defies logic, since even if I didn’t feed them anything at all, they wouldn’t look skinny within a day’s time. But what IS true is that, in Deek’s world, there’s ALWAYS something to gripe about, no matter how perfect the day.

This is all his desire to feel he’s in command of the ship, when it comes to the Brindlekin. So there will always be SOMEthing I do wrong, regarding their care. Nonetheless, he trusts me implicitly with them; thus it is vital that I not strip away his sense of control. So it’s a fine balance between criticism that he MUST hear, and not driving him away…for the sake of the mutts. I can handle it.

Though last night he put me in a slight rage, which I kept to myself. When he showed up to drop off the pups (around 8 PM), he was with someone else I’ve never seen before: a heavy-set black dude (wearing a mask, unlike him). Upon returning his freshly charged devices and his handing me the leashes, he called out as I walked off:

“Remember, they’re just staying with you overnight, enjoy their company, don’t try to steal them again!”

I chose to ignore this, and entered the gate without looking back. That was a setup, saying such a stupid thing in front of a stranger. His treating me like I’m an idiot, giving his guest a bad impression of me, and that Deek is king of the roost around these parts, with me among his many dimwitted minions whom he must keep in line. He’s done this before, and more than once. And right below Moe’s apartment, to boot. He knows what he’s doing, orchestrating things that way…as for one thing, I’m less likely to confront him immediately, what with the dogs and a stranger present, and my quasi-fascist neighbor within earshot.

And if I bring it up to him later on, he’ll either deny ever saying it, or accuse me of hanging onto the past! Talk about infuriating. He’s quite the manipulator, but I’ve warned him time and time again, it’s going to backfire some day, if he keeps it up…and he just may lose the dogs as a result. Plenty of his street friends have seen me with him and the canines, including trusting me with them from time to time. So they are far less likely now, to believe at least SOME of his lies about me. By thrusting me into his own homeless world against my will (because it’s really none of their business), he thinks it plays into his favor, control-wise. But it does not, since now they see how WELL I treat the pooches, and how difficult it can be at times, dealing with him. In sum:

His putting those sweet, furry angels in the middle of pointless drama is horrific. He knows I won’t reprimand him with the force necessary, in their presence. Compelling me to wait the next time he shows up, to address his latest mind-fuck (assuming none of his street friends is present, which sometimes they are, thus thwarting me). But then he’ll make all sorts of bratty excuses, and accuse me of lying. Or it’ll be such a quick visit, I won’t have a chance to reprimand him. None of his “friends” would ever dream of opposing him, seeing as he’s their cheap and instant source of crystal gratification. In fact, they’ll say whatever they think pleases him…which includes turning against me, if they deem that necessary to remain in his good graces. Anyway, good doctor:

Flaco favored sleeping in a box last night. The previous box I had discarded, in preparation for bedbug treatment. Shortly after they arrived hovel last night, I thought: maybe if I check the back porch, there’ll be a spare box to use. So I stepped out and noticed a small stack of U-Haul cardboard flats on their side, still resting on the wall beside dead-Todd’s room. They’ve been there since he passed on, in order to pack up his belongings, though greatly diminished in quantity at this point. Interesting how Todd’s ultimate demise has been a boon for yours truly in a number of ways.

For one, the shared restroom is now almost always vacant for my use, instead of over half the time when I needed to poop, it was occupied. Todd was a chronic lingerer, when it came to potty time. I’d often lightly rap on the door to see if someone’s in there, and it was usually Todd, who’d always say, “Out in a moment.” But he never was, sometimes remaining on the throne for 15 minutes more, or longer. But I assure you, Wattson, his constipated nature extended way beyond his bowels for all the years he’s been here.

Another plus that came with his passing, is a mountain of excellent books and DVD movies dumped on the back porch for anyone to retrieve and enjoy! Not to mention he can no longer GOSSIP wicked things against me, to other residents. So, a new box for Flaco is only the latest benefit resulting from his most welcome “excommunication.” Hooray! But Demeter only knows who my NEXT neighbor will be. I wouldn’t put it past the manager to select someone who’d be yet another irritation in my life.

Nothing more from Moe; he’s opted to remain silent after my patient rebuttal. Who knows WHAT he’s scheming up at this point? His mother has been very ill now, for at least several months…perhaps she has died by this time. I like to think that my revelation of Kevin’s nasty attacks (and false accusations), along with my conflict with Myrtle and Adisa–and my consequent contacts with Ablahblah Realty over this–have inspired him to back off!

And not a word from my Philly friend, Chuck, since he emailed me that he thinks he caught the virus. That can’t be good, because if he was still hangin’ in there, he’d’ve communicated again, with me by now.

Well, it’s another lovely day, I am refreshed by Flaco & Lucky’s uplifting visit, and in command of everything, no matter WHAT crap is next hurled my way! Oh, the second pair of spy glasses is definitely not functioning right. I put them on record mode last night and this morning, yet nothing was saved to the SD card. So I thought maybe popping the card out and pushing it back in might do the trick. But the tiny chip sprung all the way out of the temple and onto the floor, so I had to jiggle it back into the slot. Unfortunately, instead it fell into a small opening right beside the slot, and is so deeply embedded that even a tweezers won’t help. Which is why I shot this morning’s video with the original, “cyclops” glasses. I was so elated to receive the second pair, but now this!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Fwd: NOTICE OF COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 7:18 PM

> Jesus fucking Christ.

Maybe they’re annoyed by my severe criticism of their crappy service, that I posted as a chapter in my Brindlekin Tales, titled “Chronic DOT net.” Or just my complaints posted on their customer forum. I’ve recently been watching movies on popular free sites that are totally legit: Popcorn, Crackle and Tubi. Possibly, it’s coming from there. But if so, the complaint would be wrong. Crackle sucks BTW, as they get you stuck in one commercial after another, instead of the actual movie. I’ve also been watching films from the Internet Archives, which are all public domain. Well, let’s see what they have to say. AFAIC, I’m ready to end my subscription with them…this is pathetic.

I’ll lose my phone line with that, but I can always get back on AT&T’s cheap landline service. I can resume using public wifi now, anyway. And maybe subscribe to toast.net’s dialup, like I used to do. Or just piggyback off the coffeehouse across the street, though their wifi is erratic from this distance. Maybe I’ll sign up again with the Mechanics Library.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I just looked into canceling my service with them. $149 cancellation fee. Both Comcast and AT&T have a MUCH better deal for the low income, with higher transfer rates, both down AND up. The “up” is important for me, because of the videos. It’s five times faster than what chronic offers. BTW, complaints have been building up against them, it’s not just me. So much for their “home grown, loyal community” facade. For $10/month as a low income senior on Medicaid, Comcast would give me UNLIMITED data transfer.


Re: Fwd: NOTICE OF COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 7:41 PM

> They still don’t tell you what “copyrighted” item they think you’re using.

I’m guessing it’s the SAME nebulous complaint just reposted to them. I replied, asking them “What the heck is going on this time? Who and what is this complaint coming from?”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 7:32 PM

Between my quasi-fascist neighbor, Deek’s continued insults and poor treatment of the pups, Chronic.net’s sloppy accusations, and my spy glasses failing…yet one more slap in the face just occurred to me, only an hour ago:

As I walked home from a little grocery shopping, I passed by Walgreen’s tiny pharmacy outlet a half block from me on Market Street. And a sign on it said: free COVID-19 vaccine for walk-ins. But that wasn’t quite enough of a slap in the face, for as I strolled just 15 feet further, some friendly lady in a Walgreen’s smock stepped up and asked would I like to get my free vaccine today. So I just told her no, thanks, I got my first shot a few days ago, so I have to wait on the second. But thank you for being out here to let people know.”

Now as for Chronic, here is what MAY be going on, as your IP address CAN be stolen, and used in your name. The article is brief, and clearly explained:

https://www.pcworld.com/article/2893517/what-to-do-if-someone-steals-your-ip-address.html

There is that certain Nazi character on the discussion list, who seems to easily obtain new gmail addresses under other names. Which is HARD to do, as you’re required to give them your smartphone number. Now, only a good hacker could manage that UNLESS he’s paying a service (say, from the Dark Net) to do that for him. And, he has been harassing me in a MAJOR way for months now, and I sure have got him triggered. So, he’s suspect numero uno.

At any rate, I’ve been thinking about cancelling my subscription with Chronic anyway, because it’s a big chunk of moolah, and their service isn’t very good. The webmail they provide is old software and full of bugs. And they claim that Google isn’t spying through that webmail, even though when I ran its spellcheck about three months ago, a window popped up to tell me that Google collects all your spellcheck usage. I think I told you about that. Their excuse was that it doesn’t (even though that program by DEFAULT, interfaces with Google), but the subroutine to warn you about this was not removed…and they’ll correct that shortly. More like: I caught them with their hands in the cookie jar! Respecting customer privacy, my ass! They brag about how un-Google they are; what a joke.

This warning only appeared once so far, in the many times I’ve used their spellcheck…and, since most netizens don’t use webmail, it’s highly unlikely anyone would catch this faux pas. But I did, since I PREFER webmail, and use it all day long.

This is but one of several examples that have turned me sour on them. Like when you need a technician to come out, they usually schedule that two or three weeks in the future! Just like the big ISPs do. Now you tell me how their “community” oriented service is much more prompt with troubleshooting than the monopolies, if they usually make customers wait so long. Which is precisely WHY I chose them for my ISP. They made an exception in my case, because I threw a big hissy fit on their forum…which you already know.

I hesitate to pay for any other ISP, even if the deals are really good (for the low income thanks to gov’t mandate), via Comcast and AT&T, because they have a lousy track record, too, when it comes to customer privacy and service. I’ll probably be better off using public wifi, like I’d been doing for years, before signing up with Chronic.

For that same reason (lousy customer service) I also am wary about signing up for an “Obama phone,” because I’ve reviews on the companies that provide free or very cheap cell service for that program. Things like overcharges, hidden fees and lousy voicemail. Most of them limit to so many talk minutes a months, after which they’ll charge more. And some customer have complained on these consumers forums, that they’ve been overcharged for going over their minutes, though they have NOT. Or when you check to see how many minutes you have left for the month, it’ll show a lot less than you should have! I really don’t want to get caught up in this cell phone/Internet mess.

So that’s my day; I’ve had better. But I feel most morose over Flaco & Lucky’s ongoing, and unfortunate, situation. Deek is building up in his head more and more fake reasons to keep the dogs away from me. Well, you know the old saying: “No good deed goes unpunished.”

But I’ll stand firm, weather the storm out, knowing that this, too, shall pass.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: This is not my day (or week)!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 8:11 PM

PLEASE NOTE I’M NOW USING MY GAY-BIBLE EMAIL. May as well delete my sonic address.

> When the time comes for the second shot, might you be able to go to this nearby place for it? Did you get Pfizer, or Moderna?

Walgreen’s does Pfizer, I got Moderna.

> I read about some guy who accidentally got one Pfizer and one Moderna. Wonder how that turned out!

He’d have to do it all over again, the RIGHT way.

> But how fucking infuriating, that this place was right there in your neighborhood and nobody told you about it!

I think they might have opened just today, spontaneously. Walgreens sucks on every level…this is typical. They got my personal data and I got NOTHING. And there is NO WAY to cancel your subscription with them!

> It occurred to me that it might be him, then I thought: nah, he’s not smart enough. But he’s a vindictive sonofabitch.

No, he’s not smart enough to be a hacker himself, but you can PAY for services to do that for you. There are some that get you a new gmail address whenever you want. And there are others that hack someone else’s info for you, for a fee of course. And let you fake someone else’s IP number. So you don’t have to be smart at all, just have some money. So he’s smart enough to get different gmails, so he’s also smart enough to pay for OTHER hacker services, too.

But I tick a lot of people off…just for saying I’m gay, let alone being activist about it. And I’m really out there in cyberspace.

> It IS a mess, and getting worse by the minute as everyone clamors for service. Could we have dreamt any of this when we were 1950s children?

No, I’m not insane…and you HAVE to be insane to dream up such a capitalist nightmare. Everything’s a convoluted ball of wires, impossible to untangle. Kafkaesque.

> I had a Deek-like person in my life years ago. Like you, I practically turned myself inside out trying to help him; what I got in return was disgusting insults and vicious lies. He’s dead now, and I’m glad.

At least two sweet little doggies’ lives weren’t on the line over him. That makes it a hundred times worse. I drove Deek out of my life for almost a year…but it was meeting Lucky that turned me around.

> It will.

Yes, of course. The bullshit should subside within a week or two. I saw Deek this evening, he’s being more reasonable. He’s making progress, but boy do I have to be strict sometimes, to get him to move ahead. Things WILL work out in my favor.

– Zeke K-Holmes

P.S.: I’m actually looking forward to going back to regular use of public wi-fi. I’m sorry I ever bit the ISP bullet! All these services stink. And I’m gonna keep my IP number hidden for now on. People can easily STALK you once they know that number…and it’s very easy to find out what it is, no hacking needed. That is a BIG flaw with Internet providers, who really SHOULD not do that.


Subject: More crap I forgot to mention…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 8:23 PM

…just to add extra fecal frosting on the cake:

Yesterday, I contacted a local Verizon shop to find out about their $25/month cell service for people over 55 (no hidden fees or taxes, unlimited calls and texting, 5GB/mo. data, paid monthly). The woman who picked up the phone was OBVIOUSLY Chinese, and I could barely understand a word she spoke. Had no idea what I’m talking about, and the 55+ plan is $80/month for one person! If only I had saved the Verizon mailer, which was what made me aware of it in the first place. Or downloaded the Verizon page that featured it, but is no longer there.

So I told her Verizon has been offering this deal for months now, it’s plastered all over the media. I tried to find it on the web while speaking to her, but I didn’t come across ANYTHING! She suggested maybe I drop by her store in person. And with that, I hung up.

Changing my email from Chronic’s to Google’s on GoFundMe and Idrive (my backup service) appears impossible, so I contacted the support team for both companies in order to correct that…still waiting on their response. GFM is NOT user-friendly, making some basic changes or updates like pulling teeth. And when you go to their help pages, the instructions are incorrect, probably because out of date. And you have to go through several hoops before you can even GET to their contact page. Plus, if you DON’T go that route, sending them an email directly to “support@gofundme.com” will be rejected! But since no more money has been coming in for several months now, I’m thinking about shutting it down. I’ve been keeping a separate bank account open for this, which costs me $5 a month. No big deal, as far as THAT goes.

I’ll be using my gay-bible email again, for the MCN lists, as no one can mimic my name, as they could on Protonmail or even Gmail. Which latter is strange, because you need a specific cell number for each new user. Unfortunately, a certain someone is paying an underground service to allow him to do just that.

Remember how I backed up my extra writing of additional tales not in my trilogy, by forwarding the email (from Chronic’s service) in chunks to my gay-bible webmail? Well, I decided that, since I’ll soon no longer be a Chronic customer, I should do a second backup to Gmail. It was a tedious process and, unfortunately, they all bounced back, with Google claiming such a high volume of large messages, they have rejected them and blocked my IP number! Obviously, they didn’t bother to notice that I’m ueing the same IP to log in and use Gmail, as I am to transfer messages! But since that IP number is one of many from my VPN, it’s trivial, as I can easily switch to another server elsewhere in the world. But they did NOT block that IP number from my continuing to use Gmail in every other way. That, my dear Wattson, is a flaw! Because they SHOULD have realized that the same Gmail user is the one transferring a bunch of data from another webmail service!

So I finally resorted to downloading them all, to my hard drive…yet another painstaking chore; but glad I finally got around to it. For now, those older emails are also backed up to my external hard drive, as well as the cloud.

As for Chronic’s security: each of their modem/routers (or “gateways”) comes with two, built-in passwords (one for the system, and one for wifi) that CAN be discovered by a hacker, simply by downloading a list of these security keys for whatever model gateway (or stand-alone modem or router) they’re looking at. Chronic uses a company called “Pace,” whose modems and routers are cheaply built, with poor security features. And my building is very transient, with some AirBnB rentals thrown in the mix. So I have NO idea who most of my neighbors are. Which makes for an excellent reason to keep my VPN active at all times, just like I do for public wifi.

Plus, Chronic’s DSL maintenance and service is fragmented (which I learned the hard way), because DSL is now considered outmoded. Thus, they focus most of their attention on their fiber optic lines (or IOW, their high paying customers). Every time it rains more than a drizzle, my transfer rate slows down to a crawl.

If I go the AT&T route, I’ll still be getting DSL (not good), but with Comcast it’ll be cable (much better). Though as I’ve said before, I hesitate from putting my eggs in any ISP basket, after what Chronic has put me through. But I just may resume using an old-school landline provided by AT&T, if I can’t find the right cell service. Funny how our technology (thanks to corporate intrusion) has turned the simple, inexpensive process of getting a phone into a convoluted, costly mess!

I’m thinkin’ of asking Chronic support: “So, are you going to tell me when the Feds will come banging at my door, because I really want to look my best, and introduce them to these two lovely pups staying with me?”

May as well have fun with this!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: My Dear Wattson
To: Zeke Krahlin
Date: May 4, 2021 10:14 PM

> And not a word from my Philly friend, Chuck, since he emailed me that he thinks he caught the virus. That can’t be good, because if he was still hangin’ in there, he’d’ve communicated again, with me by now.

Uh-oh.

> Well, it’s another lovely day, I am refreshed by Flaco & Lucky’s uplifting visit, and in command of everything, no matter WHAT crap is next hurled my way! Oh, the second pair of spy glasses is definitely not functioning right. I put them on record mode last night and this morning, yet nothing was saved to the SD card. So I thought maybe popping the card out and pushing it back in might do the trick. But the tiny chip sprung all the way out of the temple and onto the floor, so I had to jiggle it back into the slot. Unfortunately, instead it fell into a small opening right beside the slot, and is so deeply embedded that even a tweezers won’t help. Which is why I shot this morning’s video with the original, “cyclops” glasses. I was so elated to receive the second pair, but now this!

You’ll prevail!!


Re: Deek just came by to pick up the doggies.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 4, 2021 10:38 PM

> Uh-oh.

You can say that again.

> You’ll prevail!!

Of course I will. But now Chronic.net is screwing with me again. Looks like I’m gonna lose my Internet access. Thank god coffeehouses with their free wifi are opening up again!

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Pups are snoozin’ away on my bed!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: May 5, 2021 2:03 PM

> So now it’s morning. Did he come back?? So cute to watch them luxuriate.

Yes, he came back…I just sent you the email about this.

> Oh, crap. Is there some way to cut a piece of clear plastic to fit the empty frame? You don’t wanna be attracting attention to those glasses.

Not really.

> HUGE amount of work. I really admire your energy.

Thank you. I was driven to get through it.

> When my old pal Roger Ebert (I knew him before he was famous!) lost his ability to speak when he had horrible disfiguring cancer surgery, he got a program for his computer that would speak as he typed. The designers of the program went and captured thousands of words from the zillions of recordings of Roger speaking (his TV show, etc.), rigged it so that his program spoke in his own voice, using words he’d uttered in the past.

That must’ve been very costly. There is nothing on the market yet, for such software, I have learned last night. There is a service called “Lyrebird,” but it’s not ready for the public, you can’t do much with it at this point.

– Zeke K-Holmes


The Final Chapter (part 6)

April 30, 2021

[BRINDLEKIN TALES – Book 3: Chapter 17f]

Re: Not a peep out of ’em!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 26, 2021 8:54 PM

> Excellent idea to get there early. Let’s hope it’s not too wild and woolly an adventure.

I’m used to being slapped in the face most of the time, so it wouldn’t surprise me. If it looks dicey, I’ll just walk away. I’ll be recording it all, so you’ll see, soon enough.

> Fabulous!

Even better: if you search “zasu pitts” on Youtube, you’ll find a nice collection of her full-length movies. Will be watching two more tonight, (starting with “The Crooked Circle,” which is a pre-code comedy/mystery) just to forget Deek’s latest mind-fuck. Which will be part 2 of the “Deek’s BS” videos. Coming up shortly. He LOVES to ruin a person’s day; it might very well be the best thing he knows how to do. I suspect he’s learned that trick as a young street hustler in New Orleans. Tries to make you feel guilty about SOMEthing, no matter how good you are. It’s a type of power play.

Upon returning his devices a half hour ago, he commented about the pups: “I don’t know what you do to them, but I don’t like it.” Referring to their supposed lack of pep after staying with me. They’re actually well rested and calm, instead of hyped up from all the street craziness. If he wants an enemy, he’s got one. But I have to cover all that up, for the sake of the doggies. As I’ve been doing ever since around a year-and-a-half ago, when I resumed our association upon seeing that incredible pup he adopted. That’s Lucky. But now there’s also Flaco, whom I likewise adore.

What an awful start to part 6 of “The Final Chapter.”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: You’ll be glad to know I got my first shot this morning!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 11:14 AM

They administered the Moderna vaccine. I was surprised and pleased that the whole visit was well executed, with large tents and a short wait time. I was in and out of there in less than an hour. My 2nd shot is scheduled for May 25th. But what bothers me still is this:

Had I not been tipped off by a kindly stranger in a grocery store, I would’ve never known about Maxine Hall’s walk-in for seniors. The few online SF resources that cover where to get the vaccine, lists that place as limited to ONLY those within their network. So no one’s gonna bother. When you phone them, their recorded message ALSO says you need to be a network member, to get the vaccine! IOW, they have NOT updated this change, which began barely a week ago. Or perhaps that’s their underhanded way of keeping a flood of people at bay.

San Franshitsco should have done this early on: vaccine centers ONLY for the elderly, before letting everyone else in. I mentioned this to the other clerk at the corner store where Morey works, and all he said was: “At least you got YOUR shot.”

So I replied: “That’s an I-got-mine-you-get-yours mentality. What about all the OTHER older folks who don’t know about this place? To base this on who you know or some random tip from a stranger, is disgusting.”

He just shrugged his shoulders and stepped back inside. And this is EXACTLY why I hate the middle class. They act like they care about the poor, but when you scratch the surface you see a different skin. They do NOT care to grasp the inequities that are living nightmares for those below their financial scale.

So now I’m going to post to Reddit’s “AskSF” sub, about Maxine Hall. SINCE NO ONE ELSE HAS BOTHERED. As for Deek:

I’m thoroughly disgusted, as he’s obviously coming up with excuses off the top of his head, to NOT have the pups come over more than once in a blue moon. He’s JEALOUS over how much they like me. I think he’d rather see the dogs dead than let them visit frequently. Oh, and another concern about adopting a pet through the SPCA (and anywhere else for that matter):

I would most likely not QUALIFY because I just live in a room. And I doubt they’d be impressed enough to have a change of heart after watching some of my Brindlekin videos. And we’re talking, theoretically, about adopting not one, but TWO, dogs. They are very cute, sweet doggies, and someone else would snatch them up in a pinch…someone with lots of moolah, and a nice home with a backyard.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: WTF? AskSF blocked my post!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 11:49 AM

No rhyme or reason to it. The block was IMMEDIATE. So obviously I have been permanently censored from posting anything there! They had previously banned me for two days, over a discussion of younger people cutting ahead (by lying about their eligibility) re. vaccinations at the Moscone Center. Yet I said nothing out of line, just affirmed another person’s claim with online references. I suspect ageism on the part of the moderator. That is: the “boomer remover” mentality…just kill ’em off!

Click here for a larger view.

Re: You’ll be glad to know I got my first shot this morning!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 12:34 PM

> Good!! I got Moderna, too, and had zero side effects.

I was planning on treating myself afterwards, to get a bite to eat. But then I realized there are no restrooms open in the city, so I just scooted back home. The bus getting there and back showed up quickly both ways. There were no disturbing vagrants present at the center, and it was clean and well ordered.

> The whole thing’s disgraceful.

That’s why I call it “San Franshitsco” any more.

> Right. And the lousy organization and lack of communication further puts people in “competition” for those precious shots. The pandemic has truly turned over the rock, revealing what squirms away from the light underneath.

At least I’m documenting all this, on a local basis. There will come a reckoning.

Deek’s ignorant, foul behavior has caused me to stumble under the weight, a dark force screaming in my head that my faith is delusional. I will not fall for that, but simply lick my wounds. Too bad there isn’t a vaccine for stupidity, ’cause he really needs a shot! Make that a double.

Yesterday’s 2-part video sharply exposes his dark side in a condensed few minutes. I told him I’m getting my first shot the next day, and he remarked (again) that COVID is fake; then said it’s all over already. I told him no, not by a long shot, and he needs to get vaccinated, too, as I don’t want him to get sick or die from it. He just brushed me off as if I were some clueless fool. I have NEVER before seen someone so well programmed to destroy his life in every possible way. He’s his own worst enemy, and I fear the dogs will be sucked into his personal doomscape; with me, helpless to save them, but simply be a witness to this horror. Flaco & Lucky are the BEST THING to ever happen to me, in my entire life…but look at the nightmare scenario entangling it all!

> That’s one thing rich people are good for–pampering their pets. Food, shelter, vet care.

In their little castles of smug self-righteousness. Though SOME of their castles are not so little! They are silent monsters, the most dangerous kind of all. San Franshitsco IS a city of monsters. But what city in America isn’t?

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: WTF? AskSF blocked my post!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 1:14 PM

> That is FUCKED UP!!!

I successfully posted the Maxine Hall notice to another sub, “r/sanfrancisco.” It has 229k members. Let’s hope they don’t take it down, too! I’m saving the link to check up on it over the next few days.


Subject: Can you believe this?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 5:42 PM

Weirdly enough, my Maxine Hall post showed up on the AskSF sub, anyway! I know, because I just got a notice that someone replied. And, of all things to say, instead of just a simple “thanks:”

There are a bunch of sites offering walk-ins for everyone regardless of age. Why is Maxine Hall 65+ only? Weird.

–and my reply:

Because younger people were LYING to get their shots, which pushed out the elderly. They’d claim to have asthma, when they don’t, or claim to be working in a high-risk environment, when they don’t…and the clinics took their word for it, no verification required. Including thousands MORE young people from outSIDE the county. This was going on at Moscone Center, too! An earlier walk-in site limited you to one of eight zip codes. So Maxine Hall had the good sense to LIMIT their walk-ins to the elderly. Otherwise the same BS would go down, and once more, senior citizens would be shoved aside.

The idea that old people were ineligible until recently, if they did NOT have some serious medical condition, is DEPLORABLE. For being old in and of itself, is ALREADY a serious medical condition. But I ALSO think that young people who LIED at the expense of older lives (thus spreading further misery and needless death) have a medical condition of their own…and it’s MENTAL. Talk about the “boomer remover” mindset! It’s called “line-jumping,” and it was even discussed on this very sub. I guess you missed it. See:

Is it still possible to do standby at the Moscone Center if you’re under 50?

Also see:

The Wild Ways Young People Are Jumping Ahead of Granny for the Vaccine

–end

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Can you believe this? ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 27, 2021 6:37 PM

And I got 15 upvotes on r/sanfrancisco, and 11 upvotes on r/AskSF. Never got so many upvotes before, and in such a short time. It’s a lot for me, as I often grate people with the blunt truth, especially regarding LGBT politics. Just look at all the brouhaha around me on the MCN list service!


Re: Can you believe this? ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 28, 2021 7:51 AM

> Ha! Indeed!

Because so many who claim to be LGBT friendly, still don’t consider us newsworthy! Why, they’d rather hear about a cat being rescued from a tree, than anything about those queers…even if we were being hauled off to the gas chambers by gov’t mandate.


Subject: To quote or not to quote, that is the question!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 28, 2021 10:35 AM

Prior to the span of more than two decades previous, I had come to realize that I am a grandiloquently quotable author; in fact, I’ve begun referencing mySELF now and then, since my esteemed body of opuses has piled up like a sempiternal mountain of earthly debris exhumed for the establishment of a new, old-kingdom Egyptian pyramid, or that of a high-rise apartment complex for the principality of Wallachia’s entire populace. (Take THAT, Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton!)

For this astounding revelation, I predict that I will become more widely quoted than even Shakespeare, the Bible, or Eloise Bowles…IOW, the most quoted wordsmith in all of history, and for all tomorrows ad eternum.

Feel free to quote me on that.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- Woke math
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN
Date: April 28, 2021 9:27 AM

On Mon, 26 Apr 2021 15:01:23 -0700 Rob Copout squoinked:

> This is seriously being considered by state education people. Also in Oregon. Not to mention Virginia.

Your own racism shines through, Mr. Copout! This booklet is a serious attempt to put an end towards neglecting African American students when it comes to learning math. Similar to stereotyping women as incapable of mastering mathematics (like the infamous Barbie Doll “Math class is tough!” brouhaha), our educational system as it now stands, inculcates the same disregard for people of color. Do you know any FAMOUS black mathematicians? I doubt it. Start here:

10 Famous Black Mathematicians and Their Contributions

In sum: this is not “woke” math, this is proper math! For the time is way overdue to learn that not all mathematicians are white, and that black children are just as capable in excelling in math or any other subject, with the right teaching methods, that is: free of racial prejudice. Does that bother you for some reason?

 


Subject: My Bodhisattva Premise as Applied on a Global Scale
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 28, 2021 12:27 PM

Good physician, I am now honored to present you with my astounding conjecture as it applies to our entire species in general, in as terse a manner as possible:

Just as the challenges presented to us by our bodhisattva agents, they are likewise presented on a worldwide dimension. Some of our personal challenges are programmed to appear insurmountable, that is: with seemingly impossible odds stacked against us. But the lesson here is that, with constant faith and persistence, nonetheless we shall overcome these crises, as well. Thus, it is the same regarding global issues.

For while rapid climate change, imminent threat of a nuclear holocaust, and one pandemic after another (for examples) may grossly APPEAR to be insurmountable, they are NOT. Though that is precisely how they’re meant to play out. But again, with faith and persistence on the species level, they, too, shall be conquered. With that will also arise a NEW awareness of nature’s true divinity, and our role in it…and we shall then pave the way to a utopian destiny. With this curious twist:

Homosexuals shall lead the way.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: My Bodhisattva Premise as Applied on a Global Scale
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 28, 2021 12:50 PM

> I’m down with it!!

Only your hairdresser knows for sure, Wattson.


Subject: The Shoe Thief is Back! [my latest video – 36 secs.]
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Zeke’s Mailing List
Date: April 28, 2021 6:16 PM

Shoe thief, or package thief? He has a key to the building AND drives a vehicle. What a perfect arrangement. The building manager SAID he was gonna change the front gate lock a few months back, but obviously that hasn’t happened. And that stolen key can be copied dozens of times over, and handed out. Lovely! I’m sure there’s an interesting story about how he GOT that key in the first place. A one-night stand with a stranger can cost you! I call them “fiends with benefits.” (That is NOT a typo, by the way.)


Re: Did you know that Max Fleischer’s Olive Oyl was fashioned after Zasu Pitts?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 28, 2021 7:27 PM

> I did know that. And the woman who played Jack Nicholson’s wife in “The Shining,” Shelley Duvall, played Olive Oyl in the Popeye movie. She was perfect in that role. A guy used to live here whose grandfather, E.C. Segar, was the creator of Popeye. Many stories to tell.

Six degrees of separation! I’d love to hear some of those stories! I just looked up Popeye, and found this timeline page of his cultural and fashion influence here and abroad. He’s still going strong, into the 21st century!

https://popeye.com/timeline/

I just learned Ms. Pitts spelled her first name with TWO capital letters: “ZaSu” because she was named after two aunts: Eliza and Susan. And she even wrote a delightful homemade candy book BEFORE the candy thermometer was invented:

Candy Hits by ZaSu Pitts
https://www.amazon.com/Candy-Hits-ZaSu-Pitts/dp/B0007E5APO

And here’s an ebook about her that I just downloaded, published in 2010…so recent! Quoting from the description:

“Most often remembered for her gestures, expressive eyes, and body language on the screen, ZaSu Pitts was an unusual actress (and also an excellent cook: she often gave homemade candies to her coworkers, and her collection of candy recipes was published posthumously). This affectionate study of both her private life off-screen and her public persona details how the multi-talented actress become one of filmdom’s favorite comediennes and character players. The book includes many rare photographs.”

I like to think her kind spirit is reaching out to me, in this remarkable time of my life. Interesting, because I never paid her much attention as a teenager, when I watched her on the Gale Storm show, or some old-time movies. In fact, I never gave her a thought until a few days ago when I discovered Youtube’s collection of classic films. And I thought: “I really like Zasu Pitts!” So I guess she was happily dwelling in a cozy corner of my mind, all those years! And now, she’s emerged from that corner with a smile that beams a joyful light my way.

More generally speaking, there is SO MUCH from that period of America (the ’30s and ’40s) that enchants me, when it comes to authors and movies. And, I guess, the zeitgeist of that era.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Bedbug treatment tomorrow…I’m ready for it.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 4:26 PM

Laundry’s all caught up and bagged. Tonight I’ll remove the tarps on the floor, along with the eight throw rugs…toss out the tarps, and bag the rugs for the laundry a few days down the line. Having to purchase new tarps every time is a waste of money, so it just occurred to me, why not use cardboard flats discarded by the restaurant next door? They’ll be covered by the rugs anyway, and will still keep the dirty floor under wraps. Easy and free to replace, as there is an abundance of clean, broken-down cardboard boxes on every block. Besides, the pups really like stretching out on cardboard surfaces…guess it’s their street wisdom. They always seek a clean spot to sit upon, whenever possible. Not that Deek cares much about their well-being.

He seems hell-bent on keeping them away from me, making all kinds of horrible, false accusations in order to justify this. Possibly planning to get Flaco pregnant and start his own puppy mill right there on the streets! And he knows that would put me in a rage; I’ve made that very clear, in hopes he wouldn’t go there. Because if I even get a whiff of him trying to get her inseminated, I’ll call Animal Control. But I bet they wouldn’t do a damned thing. These doggies are the nicest thing to happen to me, but look at the situation I’m in! The rest of my life will probably be a misery.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Bedbug treatment tomorrow…I’m ready for it.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 4:59 PM

> What a fucking ordeal. So sorry you have to endure it, over and over and over again.

It’s a living nightmare…no letup. Even when Flaco & Lucky visit (much to my profound joy), knowing they’ll have to be returned to Deek in a short while, is a dark cloud.

> I sincerely hope not.

The rest of my life WILL be a misery, if the pups are lost to me…how could it not be? There is no way around that, for I will miss them unto my final breath. Not that I won’t live on in reasonable stability because their love stays with me, but a huge chunk of my heart will be cut out and never be healed. If things should come to that, I hope to god no one will ever say to me, “Just get another dog.” For they are my friends, unique unto themselves, and can never be forgotten or replaced. Their boundless joy whenever they see me is EXACTLY what turns Deek against me.

So there is my blunt emotion, Wattson, minus the element of my Bodhisattva Premise. “Keeping the faith” is easier said than done. Deek will come around; I should not entertain ugly scenarios, they do me no good.

My new pair of spy glasses arrived yesterday, and I applied a bit of superglue on the top rims of the lenses, to prevent another mishap. Keeping the first pair, though, as they can STILL record as well as usual. I’m getting better at using my spy pen, and I may start wearing THAT, instead of the glasses, whenever I see Deek. Both types of spy devices have their pluses and minuses. But the pen is better concealed, hands down.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Interesting Reply from an Amazon Seller!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 5:18 PM

> Oh, there probably were peaceful dynasties. But when they did go to war, they didn’t fuck around. I ain’t no expert, but I delved enough into Chinese history to know that they’re old hands at empire and cruel domination when they’re in the mood.

But our western culture has been brutal too, and very foolish by treating other cultures abusively. Thus, we have no good card in the hand, to turn things around. Be that as it may, since my extraordinary tales will soon liberate all people on this planet, and bring true peace and prosperity across the globe, I consider it a waste of angst-inducing time to conjecture worst case scenarios on any issue. Or IOW:

“What, me worry?”

– Zeke K-Holmes


Re: Interesting Reply from an Amazon Seller!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 6:02 PM

> That’s the ticket.

It has to be, Wattson…any other path is self-destructive! I know I sound crazy, but so be it. I am obsessed by an astounding vision, and my devotion to Flaco & Lucky is key to its fulfillment. How a very personal, little thing in life, tended to by one person alone, can be the trigger to global emancipation, is a curious revelation. However, being “alone” in this is actually an illusion, as we are all connected, and who and what I am today, is the accumulation of all the influences I have received from the outside world, along with what’s inside my head: a melding that unpredictably morphed into Divine Potency! “The Butterfly Effect,” one might say.

Nor is caring for two, sweet homeless mutts with curly, waggy tails and bright faces a “little” thing.

Only two days left in April…may they be miraculous. The last time the pooches were over, Flaco clambered onto my lap, as I lay stretched sideways along the cot, with my back against the wall. Prone across my extended legs and facing me, she stared into my eyes for a LONG time. So much love! I stroked her warm, furry back in dreamy repetition, and she soaked it all up. She emanates sweetness, with a brindle-gold aura!

And when it was time for me to rise, she kept trying to stay on my lap, which I consider a tremendous compliment for all the respect I give them both. But she finally acceded, as I gently placed her onto the cot beside Lucky. Her brother, who is SO good to her! That same day he hopped back onto the bedding and rested his head upon her hindquarters where she lay, and just watched over her like the good sibling he is.

I put the extra effort to get ALL my sleeping bags run through the dryers, yesterday and today. Because the doggies love their fluff! Normally, I would bag half of them away, and heat the rest up some weeks later, as my comfort is not as important to me, as theirs. The two adult bags combined, provide an excellent cushion from the cot’s jointed rods.

I have four kid’s sleeping bags, and two adult ones. And not a SINGLE one will go to Deek, should he ask, “Do you have an extra blanket?” They are for the dogs, and the dogs alone. Besides, he is quite resourceful, that is, totally capable of providing for himself…and he “LOSES” whatever I give him, three or four days later (more like he trades or sells them, I’m sure; for meth).

He treats me like a bottomless pit of lucre, no matter how often I explain to him the limits of my funds. You’d think he’d be tickled pink to have a friend like me, helping him and the pups out. But no, he sure isn’t. Just my luck to wind up with a monster for a friend. Well, at least he hasn’t held his failure to collect that stimulus check over my head…in fact, he accepted it gracefully. Which really surprised me.

Anyway, the hints are there, and plenty of them, that he is not the fucked up person he seems to be…but my main bodhisattva in this cycle of my life, with Arwyn being the previous one. And going further back: Randolph Taylor.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: Of course he shows up tonight,10:30 PM…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 11:04 PM

…just before bedbug treatment day. But not to have the pups over. It was a pretty good visit, though he immediately started whining about the dogs’ behavior, when all they were doing was playing ’cause so happy to see me.

“They don’t act like that when they’re not with you!” he exclaimed.

“You mean playful?” I said.

“No, biting and fighting each other.”

“Oh for god’s sake, they’re just playing with each other, Lucky’s just being silly giving love nibbles to Flaco. It’s cute.”

He was nonetheless calm, wanted some money but all I had was $13, and told him I didn’t know he’d drop over tonight, you’ll just have to wait till tomorrow. So he’s gonna return in the morning to pick up his devices, and more moolah. He’s really good at dropping by at the worst times, but I was glad to see the pooches, anyway.

Caught it all with my spy pen, the conversation at least, because most of the view was blocked by my shirt or arm. So looks like using the spy glasses is better. Will upload the recording some time tomorrow.

– Zeke K-Holmes


Subject: So now my quasi-fascist neighbor shits on me again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 11:48 PM

After visiting with Deek, I notice he hasn’t left that corner, and the dogs started barking up a storm. Because some houseless creep was bothering them (and him). So I stepped out once more, to remind Deek he can’t hang out here, he’s disturbing my neighbors. So he got going, thank god. I have it all on film, will upload tomorrow night.

Well, guess what…I just got this stupid email from my neighbor down the hallway, Moe Fleisher. He has NO idea of the crap I’ve recently gone through, including with the manager and the neighbors at the OTHER end of the hallway. I have yet to respond; maybe I won’t even bother.

——– Original Message ——–

Subject: Dogs and the nature of things
Date: 2021-04-30 07:33
From: Moe Fleisher
To: Zeke Krahlin

Zeke,

Thank you for handling, just now, the situation with your friend below
my windows. It was not long ago I had to endure a loud encounter you
had with him regarding breeding.

I may be mistaken but it seems you “babysit” his dogs on occasions
and sometimes for days at a time. I mention this as it is an example of
enabling him to the detriment of your neighbors. Since your babysitting
began, he again has been a problem (kind of the, if you build it they
will come).

Bottom line is, your attempts to help and your compassion for the dogs
are not enough.

Enabling always fails.

peace – moe

Save The Redwoods – savetheredwoods.org


Subject: Here is my draft response to Moe Fleisher (I haven’t emailed it yet.)
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 30, 2021 12:14 AM

On 2021-04-30 07:33, Moe Fleisher wrote:

> Thank you for handling, just now, the situation with your friend below my windows.

You’re welcome.

> It was not long ago I had to endure a loud encounter you had with him regarding breeding.

That was a rare conflict that couldn’t wait another moment, where I could speak with him away from the building.

> I may be mistaken but it seems you “babysit” his dogs on occasions and sometimes for days at a time.

That is true. Though the correct term is “dog sit.” And, like W.C. Fields, I hate babies.

> I mention this as it is an example of enabling him to the detriment of your neighbors.

Detriment? Hardly, they are a sweet addition to this building. Residents are delighted to see them, except for one very troubled neighbor, for whom I’ve already mailed two complaints to Ablahblah Realty. I think you may be unaware of this horrid situation. This is the mother and adopted son in 208, Myrtle and Adisa. He was allowing his teenage friends to loiter in the hallway, sometimes for hours, being noisy, belligerent, intimidating and (worst of all) refusing to wear masks. Here is a copy of my first complaint to Ablahblah.

And my second complaint, which includes a video link to a horrific encounter with Adisa and “friends” at the front gate, as well as photos of elevator workers not wearing masks. Though if you want to get right to the video, here’s the link.

So, as you can see, Deek is not the only difficult person I am currently dealing with…some of whom even reside in our building! And, in their own way, are as bad as or worse than dealing with Deek.

> Since your babysitting began, he again has been a problem (kind of the, if you build it they will come).

You’re blowing it out of proportion. Deek hardly comes by the building. There are far many other nuisances occurring on our block that have nothing to do with him…including the ongoing disturbance of the peace late into the night by the Hohokum workers, that “shoe thief” with a vehicle who has the key to the front gate, and the somewhat frequent homeless campers on the 16th Street side of the building. Not the same people all the time, but it’s a popular spot…which noise from them you, unfortunately, are subjected to.

> Bottom line is, your attempts to help and your compassion for the dogs are not enough.

Maybe yes, maybe no. But compassion IS the key in all matters, no matter what. Whether it’s Deek, crazy neighbors in our building, a well-meaning but misdirected manager, or elevator crewmen who don’t wear masks.

> Enabling always fails.

I am doing everything I can to spare these two lovely pups from his ignorance. That is a far cry from “enabling.” Animal Control will do nothing in this circumstance. I have even gotten the police on him, but to no avail. I have also been trying to persuade Deek to let me buy the dogs off him, where they can live safely and happily…and he’d still be able to have their company in the daytime. I have warned him incessantly that they should not be living on the streets, they’re little doggies and will come down with crippling arthritis if he keeps this up. Nonetheless, he is showing marked improvement in caring for them.

The doggies, Flaco and Lucky, are very sweet natured and absolutely quiet while visiting me. They used to bark a lot at other residents in the hallway, because this pandemic has made encounters with occupants extremely rare. Thus the pups were not accustomed to seeing anyone else in the hallways, except yours truly. They have since adapted, and their barks to and from my room are much softer and infrequent. I welcome you to watch any of the numerous videos I have of them, on my Youtube channel…they are a delight. Here are three among many lovely examples.

Sincerely,

Zeke Krahlin


Re: Here is my draft response to Moe Fleisher (I haven’t emailed it yet.) ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 29, 2021 1:19 AM

Append this to the end of my letter to Moe:

“FYI: I’ve even been trying to turn the pups into mascots of the Castro, through my Brindlekin Tales (including my distribution of 2,000 “Brindlekin Tales” business cards). After all, it’s part of my collection, “True Tales from the Castro (eat your heart out, Armistead).” If they take off on the local level, there will be many residents watching over the dogs, and Deek will be under pressure to take better care of them. Or they just might be taken away from him. Your putting the word out could help make this come true!”


Re: Here is my draft response to Moe Fleisher (I haven’t emailed it yet.) ADDENDUM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: My Dear Wattson
Date: April 30, 2021 8:48 PM

> This, added to what you sent previously, should be very effective. You rightly put the emphasis on the pups. You’re doing all of this for THEM, Deek is secondary.

The letter is done, with important extra sentences inserted into some paragraphs, the inclusion of the manager’s letter claiming the dogs are violent, and a link to the blog entry that lists some of the ways in which I’ve helped keep the building safe. I think the impact is much greater now, as a result. Moe is friends with the manager, but I have no idea if Kevin’s told him anything about his mess-ups, or would like Mr. Fleisher to know. However, it is MY well-being we’re talking about, and no one’s gonna tell me to keep it all hush-hush. I’m sure that it will rub Moe the wrong way, that I invite him to help me with the pups…and that’s exactly why I did that. His statements against me are over the top; he’s behaving like a bully. However, his mother is very ill and she may die…and because of the pandemic he can’t visit her. So I’m sure this has soured him considerably. I’m hoping that I can have Flaco & Lucky over more often, and invite Moe to enjoy their company from time to time. After all, he trusted me with HIS pup, Skellington III, years ago…and this is a GREAT opportunity to return the favor. Especially during such a painful time in his life. Anyway, here is the final draft, good to go AFAIC. If there’s anything you think I should change or leave out, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I trust your judgment, Wattson…as I always have, and always will. I’ve used everyone’s real name, which I will alter for the blog.

FINAL DRAFT, LETTER TO MOE:





On 2021-04-30 07:33, Moe Fleisher wrote:

> Thank you for handling, just now, the situation with your friend below my windows.

You're welcome.

> It was not long ago I had to endure a loud encounter you had with him regarding breeding.

That was a rare conflict that couldn't wait another moment, where I could speak with him away from the building.

> I may be mistaken but it seems you “babysit” his dogs on occasions and sometimes for days at a time.

That is true. Though the correct term is "dog sit," and, like W.C. Fields, I do not like babies. "Days at a time" is when ongoing rains or very cold nights occur in a string.

> I mention this as it is an example of enabling him to the detriment of your neighbors.

Detriment? Hardly, they are a sweet addition to this building. Residents are delighted to see them, except for one very troubled neighbor, for whom I've already mailed two complaints to Ablahblah Realty. I think you may be unaware of this horrid situation. This is the mother and adopted son in 208, Myrtle and Adisa. He was allowing his teenage friends to loiter in the hallway, sometimes for hours, being noisy, belligerent, intimidating and (worst of all) refusing to wear masks. Here is a copy of my first complaint to Ablahblah.

And my second complaint, which includes a video link to a horrific encounter with Adisa and "friends" at the front gate, as well as photos of elevator workers not wearing masks (who immediately resumed donning them full-time, after I posted some photos to the company's Twitter and Facebook accounts).

Referring to letter #1: almost immediately upon receiving a copy of my complaint, Myrtle and son made a false allegation during a meeting with Mr. Bond (I was not present), that one of the pups had bit Adisa and drew blood. Which is a bold lie, as well as suspicious, considering the timing of their complaint. I never leave the dogs out of my site, neither of them were even near the dogs at any time, and: they do not bite. That includes when they're on the streets...at worst, they approach someone within a few feet and yap away. Usually, some sketchy, meth head vagrant, or a wobbly drunk. But what really takes the cake, is Mr. Bond mailed me a signed letter, making the most outrageous claim about Flaco & Lucky, which you can read here.

I don't know what he was smokin' when he wrote that, but I sure don't wanna try any! He has actually greeted the pooches several times with a smile on his face and, while they may have barked, no biting was incurred, including when he held his hand out. Mr. Bond has since made his peace with me, and the false accusation went nowhere. He even said he saw my confrontation with Adisa on April 4th, via the lobby camera, and asked if I had anything to add to it. So I emailed him a link to the video I took, that he may do with it what he will.

So, as you can see, Deek is not the only difficult person I am currently dealing with...some of whom even reside in our building! And, in their own way, are as bad as (or worse than) dealing with Deek's infuriating manners. Because not wearing masks indoors can be deadly. Thus, while doing my best to save two doggies' lives, I'm also saving human lives. Not a shabby track record, I'd say! Though it's an uphill struggle in every case, with threats to my well-being in the mix. And it is not the first time I've helped keep this building safe, not by a long shot. I wrote a brief history in the following blog entry.

> Since your babysitting began, he again has been a problem (kind of the, if you build it they will come).

You're blowing it out of proportion. Deek hardly comes by the building. There are far many other nuisances occurring on our block that have nothing to do with him...including the ongoing disturbance of the peace late into the night by the Hohokum workers, that package thief with a vehicle who has the key to the front gate, and the somewhat frequent homeless campers on the 16th Street side of our building. Not the same people all the time, but it's a popular spot...whose cacophony you, unfortunately, are subjected to.

> Bottom line is, your attempts to help and your compassion for the dogs are not enough.

Maybe yes, maybe no. But compassion IS key in all circumstances, no matter what. Whether it's Deek, crazy neighbors in our building, a well-meaning but misdirected manager, or elevator crewmen who don't wear masks. But you're right: it's not enough, it needs to be a community effort.

FYI: I've been trying to turn the pups into mascots of the Castro, through my Brindlekin Tales...including my distribution of 2,000 business cards (a copy of which I've attached), which I've documented here.

After all, it is part of my collection, "True Tales from the Castro (eat your heart out, Armistead)." If they take off on the local level, there will be many residents watching over the dogs, and Deek will be under pressure to take better care of them, or they'll be taken away from him. Your putting the word out could help make this come true!

At least several Castro residents have already confronted Deek with the question: "Don't you think it's cruel to keep these little dogs outside in the cold all the time?" I've warned him he will lose the darling mutts, unless he gives them up to me. So a precedent has already been set re. community awareness; it just needs massaging. Considering how so many people are unemployed and bored out of their skull (thanks to this pandemic) this charitable, very "Castro" project just might be the ticket for brightening their lives. Full of purpose and a noble cause to boot. Besides: if you ever have the great fortune to spend even so little as a minute with these brindklekin, don't blame me if you fall in love with them. They have that power!

> Enabling always fails.

I am doing everything I can to spare these two lovely pups from his ignorance. That is a far cry from "enabling." Animal Control will do nothing in this circumstance. I have even gotten the police on him, but to no avail. I have also been trying to persuade Deek to let me buy the dogs off him, where they can live safely and happily...and he'd still be able to enjoy their company during daylight hours. I have warned him incessantly that they should not be living on the streets, they're little doggies and will come down with crippling arthritis if this continues. Not to mention all the other hazards of their being houseless. Nonetheless, he is showing SOME improvement in caring for them, though tragically at a glacial pace.

The pooches, Flaco and Lucky, are sweet-natured, and absolutely quiet while visiting me. They used to bark a lot at other residents in the hallway, because this pandemic has made encounters with occupants infrequent. Thus the pups were not accustomed to seeing anyone else in the hallway and lobby, except yours truly. They have since adapted, and their barks to and from my room are much softer and far less often. I welcome you to watch any of the numerous videos I have of them, on my Youtube channel...they are a delight. Here are three among many charming examples.

> Save The Redwoods - savetheredwoods.org

Save The Mutts - tinyurl.com/brindlekin

Sincerely,

Zeke Krahlin

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