I Don’t Remember Taking This Video

January 27, 2021

I use a cheap smartphone to shoot videos of my pups, but this one’s a mystery, as I have no idea why I would take this rather pointless shot. Which I discovered while cleaning up my phone’s video folder. It looks like Flaco jumped off my lap, but it is not my habit to have the video recorder running, when she’s seated atop my legs. This video suggests I may have shoved her from my lap, but I would never do that, as I’m always gentle with them both.

It also sounds like someone else is in the room, talking…but it’s actually my android tablet playing a web radio station that’s a mix of ambient music and San Francisco’s police and fire dispatch communications in real time. What was I laughing about, in that video clip? I have no idea. In it I seem to say “Oh gods, no!” And even that is probably incorrect, as I’ve never used “oh gods” in any of my exclamations, either in real life, or in my writings. Maybe Flaco had attempted to jump upon my work station’s riser, where I also eat my meals? That is quite possible, but I really have no idea. I nonetheless find this video a curious one, worth keeping.


The Pups are Tucked in for the Night

January 25, 2021
This is Flaco. Click here for a larger view.

And this is Lucky. Click here for a larger view.

zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT

January 19, 2021

Re: [MCN-Announce]- zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin MCN
To: MCN Announcement list, MCN discussion list
Date: January 10, 2021 2:53 PM

On Sun, 10 Jan 2021 14:48:09 Terry BOOGALOO Sachs squoinked:

PLEASE all friends of z. please sign your name and be public that you are so easily fooled and parted from your money. you know, he’s counting it now. more than enough to take care of puppies. where do you think the excess is going? into whose pocket?

FYI Mr. Sack-o-Shit, my project is totally transparent, including all expenses accrued from my GoFundMe account. In fact, from my donation page you’ll find a link to these expenses, updated the same day each time a purchase is made, or a service rendered. But I’ll save you the trouble of visiting my GFM side, by providing my list of expenditures here:

http://gay-bible.org/gofundme/index.htm

I only accrued $450 in donations so far, and am now down to $249.57. So if I can’t drum up more interest ASAP, it will all be gone in a month or so, maybe sooner. Because the pooches suddenly lost their appetite, and I had to spend considerably more money on food, to figure out some way to restore their desire to eat. But even worse, is my Internet connection has suddenly started crapping out on me. First my DSL land line went dead and has yet to recover, and now my connection is increasingly sporadic. It’s probably a short caused by the rain leaking into the phone box in this very old and decrepit building. But my provider isn’t being very helpful about it, and screwing me over, thus far. In order to fight back, I posted the entire problem and their less-than-helpful responses, to my web log, here:

https://zekeblog.wordpress.com/2021/01/10/chronic-dot-net/

They are the two complaints I sent to their support, which I’ve also reposted to their online forum, so other customers will become aware of their crude mistreatment towards me. Then I posted a link to that piece on my blog, to the ISP’s Twitter account, with the statement: “MAJOR problem with Sonic.net’s service!” I’ve also shared it with my own Facebook and Twitter accounts.

So you see, Mr. Sack-o-Shit, my writings, my dog rescue project, my growing success putting my wonderful tales out there, may soon all come crashing down, thanks to the shitty handling of my ISP. I’m sure at this point I’ve put a broad smile on your face. All good Germans are like that: slaking their thirst on the blood and suffering of decent people.


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Fred McMillon
To: Discussion MCN
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 2021 3:37

Why validate him by reading and responding to his posts ?

Unless you find amusement in his mental illness as I used to or want to see the depths a “human” can sink to.

I blocked him as his mental illness no longer amuses me and his obsession with me and cyberstalking was getting disturbing.

Sad the number of women Suckers he took here on the List with his “Save the Puppies!” Go Fund Me site.

He has no pride or shame AT ALL !


Re: [MCN-Announce]- zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN Announcement list, MCN discussion list
Date: January 11, 2021 7:03 PM

On 2021-01-11 12:18, Terry BOOGALOO Sachs squoinked:

I dragged this out of the Spam folder.

I’m sure that’s not the ONLY thing you drag out of your spam folder! Woo-hoo!

I have an acquaintance who says $450 is not very much,

No, it sure isn’t; and I have TWO pooches, not one. And veterinarian expenses are a whole different ball game, going into the thousands…and even more, if surgery is required. So, I can’t take them to a vet unless I achieve a HUGE leap in donations, or until I finally make that breakthrough with my writing. I suspect, however, that BOTH will happen at the very same time. I just might open a SECOND GoFundMe account for publishing and other expenses (like travel, and promotional tools) to get this off the ground. However, I believe my talents as an author are so profound any more, they will soon skyrocket me to fame, money and a lovely castle in Scotland.

but keep working your grift,

If “grift” is what you insist on calling it, Mr. Sack-o-Shit, then we MUST qualify that word with the adjective “angelic.”

it will give you something.

Yes, it will keep my mind off my heron addiction…a very expensive habit you know, as they are pricey birds to tend!

Meanwhile you have doggies.

Yes, meanwhile I do. They have read some of your nasty remarks addressed to yours truly, and simply advise me to pay you no mind. These are a couple of VERY stable mutts.

She also said give you a break cause you are disabled.

Borderline schizophrenia and bipolarity, with a whopping dose of PTSD thrown in. I wouldn’t wish any of this on my worst enemy except, perhaps, you! So my disability is NOT visible…thus why I suffer the additional burden of hateful prejudice, which only makes my PTSD worse, not better. Thus making the struggle enormously more difficult than need be. I have long ago concluded that the sickness lies not in me, but in society at large. Were that not the case, there’d be NO war, poverty, bigotry, or even Donald Trump and people just like him…or like you, I should add.

But because my borderline condition is of such a nature, I can forge ahead as an author and activist, which includes speaking out for others so beset with so-called “mental illness,” who are not capable of standing up for themselves…often because our cruel medical system persecutes them and uses them for laboratory experimentation, a.k.a. as “guinea pigs.” I am their guardian, so to speak…through my words.

May I remind you, Mr. Sack-o-Shit, that schizophrenia and bipolarity are far more common among geniuses and creative types. So it’s not all bad…in fact, if you can get a handle on it (especially withOUT any medications involved) you’d be amazed at how powerful and liberated you become! Carl Jung describes it as one’s own heroic journey: and my own personal experience of many years’ struggle stands the test of time: that Dr. Jung nailed it!

I replied that you may be disabled, but that hasn’t stopped you from insulting at every opportunity. I’m not a good German or a Nazi,

You certainly fit the profile, Mr. Sack-o-Shit. I am only pointing that out. How can stating something that’s true, be an insult, you scum-sucking, heartless Nazi reprobate? You would not be the FIRST “good German” to swear up and down and left and right, that he or she is NOT a Nazi, nor holds any sentiments WITH their diabolical ideology. Then they go right ahead with their daily chores–sweeping, fence mending, hanging freshly washed clothing out to dry, and gardening (which seems to be YOUR great joy in life)–pretending those are just cows, not terrorized Jewish folks, in those cattle cars passing by their quaint, Bavarian style cottages and on their way to be slaughtered.

but if your internet problems will make you act more human, praise be. sachs

If by “internet problems” you mean my new headache of my ISP failing to rectify the sudden deterioration of connection…than I say no, it doesn’t make me act more human. In fact it makes me act more like one of H.P. Lovecraft’s Older Gods, such as Cthulhu, Nyarlathotep or Azathoth. And you DON’T want to meet up with any one of them, I assure you! However, they’ve just informed me they have a special place for you in their own garden (you like gardening, I gather) composed of such bizarre, meat eating plants, they put rabid hyenas to shame!

After all is said and done, though, I thank you PROFUSELY from the bottom of my heart, for your $100 donation. I will spend it wisely…canine-wisely, that is. Woof!


Re: life
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: January 11, 2021 5:17 PM

Hi Zeke

Thank you for the tour of your hovel. It was a sobering experience for me to say the least. That and your video of Deek reminded me of how little I have to complain about up here in Little River (not that I am a big complainer).

I told you quite some time ago that I appreciated your wit and intelligent “rants” on the list serve, and have found somewhat amusing the reactions it has elicited from time to time from some of the other participants.

Thanks for taking care of those two furry souls, I hope that very little repercussions happen in your life as a result of your generosity.

I know it’s not much given our different stations in life, but I made a small contribution to your GoFundMe account.

Take care

Wow, you rock, Arnie! And I remember your posting me that compliment, which was a year or so ago, but I didn’t know about it, and only read it two weeks back. So I finally got around to thank you, in a reply. Thank you for your very kind words, and the donation. Just to ease your mind: I doubt very much I will run into any serious repercussions…but believe me, if I do, I will mop up the scumbags in their own excreta! I am gaining allies.


Re: Simon
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: January 11, 2021 7:10 PM

This is my fireball rescue

What a darling! He has Yoda ears, just like my Wiley! There is nothing so beautiful and fulfilling than saving a dog’s life by adopting one. They are a treasure in this world…truly man’s best friend. My two pups are presently sprawled out on the cot, looking as content and happy as can be. The feeling’s mutual.


Re: Simon
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Arnie Worster
Date: January 11, 2021 7:32 PM

I should have proofread better. Furball.

Ha! Hilarious…I thought you rescued him from a fire. Sweetest little doggie face ever.


Re: [MCN-Announce]- tSACH’S NAZI NIPPLE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: January 11, 2021 7:48 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 20:10:32 -0800 Fred BOOGALOO McMillon squoinked:

His ignorance of the law is apparent by his setting himself up for a libel suit.

You are truly The Mother Of All Drama Queens, Mr. Psychobitch. You’re due for your next douching BTW, according to your toxic cleansing consultant…and a deep enema ablution, as well! Woo-hoo!


Re: [MCN-Announce]- you can read the most stupid, self serving B.S from Terry Sack-o-Shit
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 13, 2021 4:54 PM

On Sun, 10 Jan 2021 12:37:54 -0800 Rob Villanova posted:

You have a cold, cold heart, Mr. Sachs. Shame on you.

So cold, vaccine makers preserve batches of COVID-19 antigens with it!


Re: [MCN-Announce]- you can read the most stupid, self serving B.S from Terry Sack-o-Shit
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 13, 2021 6:03 PM

On Sun, 10 Jan 2021 12:29:25 -0800 Terry BOOGALOO Sachs squoinked:

Not it’s not Trump, but our old friend from the Spam folder, the zEEKster. Try out one of his puppy drivels. Still fooling ’em. Don’t stop now.

What are you trying to prove, Mr. Sack-o-Shit? Because the only thing you’ve proven so far is just what a nasty, little homunculus of a schmuck you are! You are fast becoming the shame of the Emerald Triangle…like the Wicked Witch of the West. Woo-hoo!


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – tSACH’S NAZI GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN Announcement list, MCN discussion list
Date: January 13, 2021 6:53 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 15:19:31 -0800 Terry BOOGALOO Sachs squoinked:

A lot of “friends” said that before. He was supposed to go away if ignored.

News flash: I never signed no stinkin’ contract, Mr. Sack-o-Shit!

I’ve found recently that many accept him because they haven’t read his continual B.S.

And you have? Now why IS that, Sack-o-Shit, since you claim to abhor what I post?

Go ahead, please block me and stay unaware of his damage/words.

FYI Mr. Sack-o-Shit: my (what you call) “damage/words” are in the process of healing many, as they spread outward like a bud swirls open. Not bad for a 70 year old, ex-hippie dropout and stalwart opponent of the status quo, eh?

I’ll continue to do as I like when it comes to posting.

IOW: you’ll continue beating your head against the wall, even when the blood starts to flow. Got it.

Ain’t you somethin’ else, Mr. Sack-o-Shit. But please, tell me this:

Whenever you get up on the wrong side of the bed, is it the devil’s face you first see, or is it your own…or is there really any difference in your case?


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – tSACH’S NAZI GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN, Announce MCN
Date: January 13, 2021 7:12 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 23:23:28 +0000 Mel Slaughter posted:

But with cojones they would first ban Spike Dewars and Fred McMillon who are far more toxic than anyone else.

“First?” So, you’re implying I should be THIRD on the list of people to be banned? That sounds about as wild as a 3-year-old orangutan in a go-kart, traversing its way around Times Square during rush hour!


Re: [MCN-Discussion]- – tSACH’S NAZI GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN
Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 08:47:22 +0000

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 23:49:46 +0000 Alvin Hock posted:

Mental Midget Gerard Randall Kozlowski, green with envy and using the fake name Fred McMillon, posts “Sad the number of women Suckers he took here on the List with his “Save the Puppies!” Go Fund Me site.”

Assuming you’ve read my posts here on the bodhisattva nature, you know I have concluded that Mr. Kozlowski IS one, who plays my enemy. This benefits me in two ways:

  1. I am challenged to find ways to stand up to him that are as compassionate as possible…and in so doing I am wiser and stronger for it.
  2. I wouldn’t have gotten as many donors from the MCN crowd, had he NOT insulted and threatened me in such a vile manner. One list subscriber has donated a whopping $50 out of empathy for what I’m having to put up with from him.

Yes, Zeke got more help than you have or will with your fascistic filth.

And his surliness has helped me drum up MORE donations than I would’ve received otherwise. Not that there’s anything wrong with your calling him to the carpet for his Nazi rants, but they HAVE benefitted me considerably, in that backdoor fashion. And I believe this is the case with anyone else who has purposely harassed me, such as Terry Sachs and Tom Cooper.

This is based on the philosophy that we have no enemies, only teachers…and is what Buddha extrapolated upon. IOW: my meditating on this attitude, and practicing it, has begun reaping rewards for me in spades. It actually creates a win/win situation ALL THE TIME for the lucky person who practices such a benevolent ideology.


Re: – tSACH’S NAZI GRIFT
Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 6:07 PM
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Discussion MCN

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 15:37:23 -0800 Fred BOOGALOO McMillon squoinked:

I blocked him as his mental illness no longer amuses me

That fact that you claim to be amused by another person’s mental illness only serves to expose you as a rather disturbed and wicked person, Mr. Psychobitch. Is there some sort of contest up there in Mendoland, to become the “Most Obnoxious Resident of the Year?” Because if so, you’ve already won by a long shot, IMNSHO!

and his obsession with me and cyberstalking was getting disturbing.

False accusations indeed! Nonetheless, thanks immensely for your generous donation to my GoFundMe “Help Me Help 2 Homeless Doggies” project. Very kind of you…not many donors give me a whopping $100…more like $20. In fact, you’re the only one so far. <3 <3 <3


Re: zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN, Discussion MCN
Date: January 16, 2021 2:09 PM

UPDATE ON DOGGIE DONATIONS AND THEIR MOST POSITIVE IMPACT

About a week ago, some kind donor delivered unto this humble monk’s cell (that is now also an emergency canine triage clinic for two lovely pups), a 30-pound bag of kibble. Which is low priority these days, because I already have another huge bag of the stuff still unopened, and the bag that IS already open, is barely half empty! I’m guessing he or she did not bother to check the priority level of that item, especially since Amazon doesn’t load “highest to lowest” by default; instead, you have to select that from the drop-down list. Now that I’ve altered their diet to resolve their diminished appetite, I only use ONE handful of the kibble per meal, instead of two, So I suppose I now have around a five-month supply of kibble instead of two or three! Maybe I should remove it entirely from the list for awhile. Wait, I just came up with a better method: I’ve just typed at the top of the comment box beside it: “NO NEED TO PURCHASE THIS ITEM UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.”

Their meals are now composed of the kibble mixed in with half-a-can of wet dog food each, and a generous crumbling of those rather-expensive-but-they-go-crazy-over-them leather treats (from Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Foods store just around the corner, Artemis bless ’em) made of boar, deer, bison, turkey, pig or chicken (and they love ALL the flavors, so I just mix ’em together, as each is the same price, $3.25 per ounce…which cost I deduct from my GoFundMe account). As a result, they are ready to pounce on their gourmet bowl of yummies every time I serve them up, which is twice a day…so far, so wonderful!

Anyway, just moments ago after returning from Rosenberg’s with a piping fresh cup of Arabica in my hands, I saw two large boxes in the lobby. Well, not quite true, because they were already there since last night, but I didn’t bother to check the address on either one. So I did just that, finally, to discover that ONE of them was for me, with large block letters that said HEAVY.

So I lugged it upstairs and into my hovel; upon opening I discovered a VERY generous assortment of doggie items:

  • 2 12-can cartons of Pedigree dog food
  • 1 box of 270 doggie poop bags
  • 2 high quality dog leashes
  • A 40-ounce bag of Top Chews’ Sausage Bites
  • 2 22-ounce spray bottles of Woolite Sanitizing Pet Stain & Odor Remover
  • 2 raincoats with duck design
  • 2 sweaters

What a great start to January 16th, a day I recently predicted could be a momentous one, not just for myself, but the entire Castro District, if not the whole city! Surely this sunrise treasure is but the first trickle of an unexpected downpour later on in the day. Meanwhile:

Upon entering the lobby this morning with coffee in hand–and before inspecting the two packages–here comes Monsieur Bond the building manager (and willful accomplice to a crime still in progress against yours truly) wobbling down the stairs and showing his age, which I believe is around seventy-five. I just stand there, observing him proceed in my direction: ginormous white mask covering more than half his face from the chin up, and strapped to his ears (no doubt prescribed by some witch doctor, to prevent his jaw from dropping off entirely, and out of which fly winged worms of malice), as I await my turn to use the stairway. Once he reaches a sort of planetary conjunction to my own heavenly body, I softly mumble “hi,” and (as to be expected) he does the same.

“He has NO idea what’s comin’ down the pike two or three days from now,” whispers the little pterodactyl ghost in my ear, referring to my letter to the landlord that I mailed out just four days ago. Though perhaps they HAVE received it, considering that several days have already passed. Though neither he nor any other party involved has given me any SIGN they have…at least, not yet.

Though I HAVE conjectured this may very well be as intended, in that Kevin, Myrtle and Adisa (her son) and friends have actually SET THE WHOLE THING UP in order to pave the way for a heroic victory on my part. And that even Ablahblah Realty is in on it! Thus, they are all most likely laughing their asses off right now, at my expense (God bless ’em).

  • Zeke

Re: [MCN-Announce]- – zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 18, 2021 1:17 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 14:25:49 -0800 Peter Havrilchak squoinked:

PLEASE do not post responses to ZEEK or other trolls to the Announce list.

I am not a troll; you’re just a nasty person.

Like many others I have blocked ZEEK’s emails.

Many others? Let’s see the numbers, you tired old fart! Probably not even close to ten percent.

If you keep posting responses to his trolls I will have no choice but to block you too.

You will have no choice, huh? Is someone holding a gun to your head? Honestly, you’d be doing a favor for every person you block…they’d no longer have to DEAL with your dumb replies.

I don’t want to see his crap in any form.

Easy peasy, just take that spoon out of my toilet…go find free meals elsewhere.

If MCN management had any cojones they would ban ZEEK from posting to MCN lists. He’s a waste of time and bandwidth.

You wouldn’t know cojones if they bit you in the keister, you crotchety old pill popper, you. Methinks you need to increase your daily intake of Metamucil and soft boiled slugs. Woo-hoo!


Re: [MCN-Announce]- tSACH’S NAZI GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN Announcement list, MCN discussion list
Date: January 18, 2021 2:53 PM

On Sun, 10 Jan 2021 14:17:01 -0800 Terry BOOGALOO Sachs squoinked:

Apparently, zEEK now owns the two previously homeless dogs.

Apparently I do, as it declares in chapter 19 of my Brindlekin tales.

Maybe eventually he’ll start paying for his own pets like millions of others do daily.

Eventually I will, but for awhile longer I can NOT afford to care for them out of my own low income, which is solely Social Security. Believe me, nonetheless a considerable chunk of that income DOES get spent to support my lovely brindlekin. So I’m off to a good start: getting them off the streets, and the accompanying misery of bitter-cold weather, rain, and their owner who was starting to abuse them with increasing force and frequency. They are now VERY happy to share this humble room with me, and, best of all, the building manager loves the doggies, too, and appreciates my courage and fortitude in rescuing them. As, apparently, do most of the residents in my building. I have put my LIFE at risk, in order to accomplish this, you crap-for-brains dingbat!

Once the moolah starts rolling in (and it will) from the rapidly increasing popularity of my tales and videos, I will then be able to drop my GoFundme and Amazon Doggy Wish List projects. But I must say: your attempts to sabotage what I consider to be a SACRED mission, speaks mountains about what an utterly horrid and despicable meat-head you are, Mr. Sack-o-Shit!


Re: [MCN-Announce]- tSACH’S NAZI NIPPLE
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 18, 8:19 PM

On Sun, 10 Jan 2021 15:02:35 -0800 Sandi Costerman posted:

What’s your problem, Terry? Keep your hatred to yourself. Find a hobby. Go for a walk. Leave him alone.

Hilarious. If you paid attention to a recent post of mine, I described him and some surly others as my “bodhisattvas” (or “guardian angels”) who willfully play the role as enemy…that I may, in standing up to them, shine brightly as a hero. Mr. Sack-o-Shit is actually a GREAT human being, and we’re just having some fun at each other’s expense. But when I hurl the crap back, he instantly turns it into fertilizer for his garden. That’s a gift not many have…though King Midas came close. Imagine if you could do that yourself: no more having to flush toilets! In fact, I can’t WAIT for his next nasty “I-hate-Zeke” remark, just so I can figure out yet aNOTHER witty bon mot. Bring it on, Mr. Sack-o-Shit!

PS: I also guess it’s his way of drumming up more donations for my doggie rescue project, as another on this list has already contributed $50 to my GoFundMe account, in retaliation for Mr. Sack-o-Shit’s apparent (but not at all real) meanness. Maybe you’ll be next, Sarah? Ha, ha. There’s a method to his madness!

For kindly standing up for my cause, I grant you the loveliest dreams over the next seven nights. Totally G-rated of course: no sex, violence, drugs or rock’n’roll! With or without extra cowbell.


Subject: Did you see tSACH’S “zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT” posts?
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 18, 2021 9:31 PM

Two of them so far, in the announcement list. Hilarious! I already got a donation from another list member, as a result. Mr. Sack-o-Shit’s attacks are backfiring!


Re: [MCN-Announce]- zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 18, 8:32 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 18:01:04 -0800 R A Ayers squoinked:

I’m with Peter on this one.

Because you’re an asshole, too. Nothing to be proud of, my dear. My words perfectly separate chaff from wheat. Whatever ugly sins you’re hiding from the world, I don’t wanna know. Maybe you should lighten up and watch this funny Youtube video:


Re: [MCN-Announce]- – zEEK’S PUPPY GRIFT
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Announce MCN
Date: January 19, 2021 9:55 PM

On Mon, 11 Jan 2021 19:40:49 -0800 Rocky Hymen squoinked:

Me 2

Rack ’em up, Beelzebub, with your little helper, Terry Sack-o-Shit! Woo-hoo!


One Picture is Worth a Thousand Heart Throbs

January 17, 2021
Taco is on the left. Click here for a larger image.

No story, just a sweet photograph. What the hey: I’ve tossed in ten short videos for your further muttly pleasure.


Title: Not a Good Idea

These pups don’t really have any doggy toys to play with, so I try to come up with items that they like to chew on, and are safe. This one didn’t work out. But look how cute Wiley’s ears are! I sometimes call her “My little Yoda.” And check out those laser eyes: she’s got super-powers! Notice I inadvertently called Taco “Lucky,” because that’s his real name…which I changed in my work-in-progress, “Brindlekin Tales.” Wiley’s real name is “Flaco,” which is Spanish for “skinny,” and pronounced “flah-koh.”


Title: Some Harnesses are Just Good to Chew on

Twelve of these orange harnesses (with leashes) were left behind about a year ago, at some SPCA event here in San Francisco. This was back before Deek adopted Wiley, but already had Taco for seven months. The harnesses turned out to be a loose fit, and couldn’t be adjusted. But they also came with leashes that were very good… but have since been all used up. I still have these harnesses stashed away in a bag on my loft. So I thought today, maybe they’d like to use them for chew toys, and that is exactly what they did.


Title: When Lucky Doesn’t Wanna Eat

It’s rare when Lucky isn’t hungry, but when he really doesn’t want to eat, he lets you know in the clearest way possible! He’ll even knock over the dish, if I don’t take it away. This is totally unrelated to the two pups’ recent and simultaneous sudden loss of appetite that lasted for almost five days, but was finally resolved with a slight change in their diet. Please note I’ve been calling him “Taco” when he was owned by someone else…for book publishing purposes. Now, I’m dropping the pseudonym, since I’m his new guardian, as I am also for Flaco, whose fake name was Wiley.


Title: Play-Fighting (1 of 4)

Always a delight to watch them play and fight!


Title: Play-Fighting (2 of 4)

Always a delight to watch them play and fight!


Title: Play-Fighting (3 of 4)

Always a delight to watch them play and fight!


Title: Play-Fighting (4 of 4)

Always a delight to watch them play and fight!


Title: Post Play-Fighting (1 of 3)

Check out Lucky’s teeth…they remind me of that cartoon doggy character Mr. Peabody’s teeth!


Title: Post Play-Fighting (2 of 3)

Are they calling it quits, or do they feel imposed upon by my camera? They certainly don’t mind pooping in front of the entire world.

Title: Post Play-Fighting (3 of 3)

Jus’ chillin’!



Dog-In-A-Box: Order Yours Today!

January 15, 2021

A 30-pound package of Pedigree brand kibble arrived today from a kind donor of my Amazon Doggie Wish List. Naturally, it arrived in a large box, which the doggies took over for their own little hidey-space. Four lovely pics and eleven sweet videos (plus a bonus special video at the end)…all wrapped up in a box for your canine pleasure! Click on any pic for a larger view.

BONUS: special nighttime video!


The Doggies Start to Eat Again!

January 10, 2021

Click here to visit Jeffrey’s online store.

Subject: Doggies started to eat again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 7, 2021 11:22 PM

They began enjoying a few of their chicken-chew treats, then I brought out the remaining half of the roast hen that I placed in the fridge, pulled off a couple of small pieces to see how they’d like it or not. Sure enough, they gobbled it down! So I went ahead and stripped ALL the white meat off the bones, breaking it up into doggie bite-size pieces, and nuked it in the microwave…then divvied it up between two dog bowls. When I went to carry the bowls to the sink area where I have them drink and dine, they were already jumping around me. A fine little feast was had by all! I just hope we can get back to the kibble and gravy-style canned foods soon. I can’t afford a whole roasted bird every day for them! Once a week, yes.

Oh, and they’re both drinking plenty of water again. Huzzah!

  • Zeke

Re: Doggies started to eat again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 8, 2021 12:58 PM

That’s a major relief. Any theories as to what was up with them? Something Deek fed them, maybe?

No, I’ve had them for so many straight days now, that can NOT be the problem. I’m thinking maybe it’s all this cold weather that’s been going on for a LONG stretch, with even daytime only a few degrees warmer. Or perhaps recovering from the trauma of a harsh street life, which didn’t kick in till awhile later. Perhaps lack of exercise. Those are my educated guesses. There is NO sign of parasitic infection. They remain bright and sweet natured as always.

This morning, Taco ate a whole can of the Pedigree gravy-style “Chicken & Brown Rice” entree…but Wiley only noshed a few bites. She sometimes eats the chicken-chew treats, but not every time. This is kind of a flip-flop, since yesterday Wiley ate more, while Taco ate little. It’s balancing out in a sketchy manner. I have no idea what I should try next, such as purchasing a couple of chicken breasts and cooking them myself. At least it will cost me a lot less than a rotisserie chicken! There is also a pricey pet-dog store just around the corner, that serves healthy treats and food in bins. I’ll drop in there later today with the doggies, and ask them to let me try out a small handful of some of their product…and glad to pay for the samples.

It’s amazing how well housed trained these brindlekin are! They always let me know when they have to relieve themselves…and with plenty of time to gather everything required for our next walk (jackets, leashes, poop bags, my shoes and smartphone). Either one will pace the floor with emphatic “esprit,” pausing by the door and gazing up at me with a most sincere, dachshundly expression, so as to make it very clear there’s no mistake that nature is calling once more. In fact, Wiley started her pacing at 4:30 this morning, so off we went to the empty streets in the quietest time of night. Though that’s not saying much, as a garbage truck was doing its thing nearby, first on my stretch of Market Street, then up Noe, where I always take the dogs for their poop-‘n’-piss.

Wiley will also start scratching on the door to let me know things are getting urgent. Last night they both chose to stretch out alongside my torso, one overlapping the other vertically, when I crawled into bed. Later into the wee hours, they both migrated around my feet and calves, thus keeping me toasty warm down there. They ALWAYS radiate boundless good cheer the moment I arise to start a new day. My heart sings for many reasons, these days…and it all started with Taco, then a bit later, Wiley!

I now ALWAYS keep the smartphone in a pocket whenever I step out, with or without the doggies. Because it contains that video of Deek’s contract. Just in case any street person questions if I’ve stolen his furry companions. And, of course, I also carry a small canister of pepper spray…but that is something I’ve always done ever since Pres. Clinton signed DOMA and DADT. On another note:

I JUST OPENED A NEW BANK ACCOUNT FOR MY GOFUNDME PROJECT! And the matching debit card will soon arrive in the mail. I feel like I’m creating a whole new reality not just for myself, but for the world…starting with a personal mission, then expanding into possibly the best dog charity service for the homeless…then spreading out even further into many other compassionate ventures, which I can only imagine but not predict, at this embryonic stage of a true miracle just starting to blossom. “Mighty oaks from little acorns grow!” On yet another note:

I conjecture that this January 16th will be an eventful day for me, seeing as that is the anniversary of Randolph’s suicide attempt when he shot himself, and survived. I’ve already written some articles about how, if I become THAT influential, I’ll create a NEW holiday season to replace our present one…which will stretch from December 30th (Randy’s birthday) to January 16th. And in light of these profound events now unfolding in my life, I imagine that the coming 16th will be some kind of astounding day…maybe not just for yours truly, but for the entire Castro District, or even the city at large. In comparing him to the Christos myth, I’d say his failure to kill himself is something to celebrate, a sort of resurrection; and that his crucifixion already occurred as a consequence of living through the worst ravages of wartime tragedy.

Did you sleep well last night? Your well-being is at the top of my list…for you are NOT just exceedingly important to me, but to many other good people. I’m sure the very BEST of your work is ahead of you, and not far off at all. I look forward to your next masterpiece with Great Expectations. (The Dickens, I say!)

  • Zeke

Subject: The Les I Know
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 9, 2021 12:34 AM

Over several months now, Les (of the corner shop two blocks up Noe) and I sometimes discuss my lovely brindlekin, which he knows are kept by my homeless friend, Deek, and that I help out. Well, a few days ago he remarked how I treat them like a million dollars and I retorted, well, that’s how they SHOULD be treated; and he said well, you’re treating them a lot better than your friend does, he leaves them to sleep on the sidewalk at night, keeps them completely exposed to the rain and gets angry at them a lot. I told him if you don’t think I have endless heart attacks over this, you’re mistaken! And that’s why I have the doggies over so often, to give them respite from the streets and Deek’s sad neglect and short fuse. Well I wasn’t gonna say anything but now it’s outta the bottle, they shouldn’t even be outside in the rain, they’re just little dogs, he said and I said yes you’re absolutely right. If you’re homeless and want a dog, get the large furry kind, like a Siberian husky, not the thin-furred and small ones, he added, and I said tell me something I don’t already know. (Though I still think it’s downright cruel to force ANY canine to live on the streets, no matter their size or hirsuteness…though I get his point.)

When I saw him today, with the loyal pups at my feet of course, I told him, well, the mutts are now mine! And explained the conflict that ensued, and how I wisely negotiated buying them off for $400. Thank God for that second stimulus check, it’s saved the doggies’ lives! Better have it in writing, he warned, but I said that wasn’t possible, he was abhorrent over the very idea, as he was with including a reliable witness, but he finally conceded to a video recording of our transaction, because I sort of forced his hand. I even called 911 because he was so out of line that day, and no way was I ever gonna surrender these darling pooches unto a horrid existence to a crazy speed freak, with whom they’ll likely fall ill and perish sooner than later. Well, I don’t know Zeke, he admonished, you know how people are about their dogs, this could cause you a lot of trouble. I assured him I have this under control, Deek lacks the wherewithal for any effective retaliation, and that when you know you’re doing the right thing, you stand your ground. Besides, those young men who work at the smoke shop next door to my building HATE Deek, so that’s a plus for me. (I used to resent their noisy, big-shot braggadocio swagger and commiseration right out there on the sidewalk till late at night, non-stop yadda-yadda for hours. But now I praise all the saints and angels in heaven for their presence.)

Upon leaving Les’s friendly little liquor and grocery and sundry establishment with my brindlekin dancing on their leashes, I felt a bit wobbly in the knees because he projected certain fears that gave me a slight anxiety attack…which, however, I overcame in a few short moments. I am NOT about to obsess over some bogeyman named Deek who’s gonna pop out of the blue when I least expect it, and slay me with slashing, flashing, gnashing knives of revenge! I then proceeded back hovel, but first stepped inside Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Foods shop just two doors down from Rosenberg’s, that sells gourmet dog food and treats. Expensive, but I gotta find SOME way to end their failed appetite.

So I asked a friendly, dyke employee what snacks and food does she suggest for my two doggies here, whose appetite went south just three days ago. Well, she worked the magic like a champ, handing them sample after sample of various treats by dropping them one by one on the floor, before their cute little schnozzolas. Both Wiley and Taco scarfed ’em up! They were “leather chews,” but really thinner and crisper than you’d expect. I got five slices each of duck, turkey, chicken and boar (yes, you heard me: “boar”)…cost me ten buckaroonies for scant ounces…at fifty-two dollars a pound! As for canned food, she highly recommended the pumpkin blends by “Farmina N&D.” $4.87 for a ten-ounce can! So I purchased the following three: Quail Pomegranate, Duck Cantaloupe and Boar Apple.

Upon returning hovel, I first offered them a couple of leather treats, each about three inches long and two wide. Broke them up into smaller pieces and before I knew it, they had vanished from my hand! Next I opened two of the cans and put the contents in separate bowls. THEY LOVED IT! Leaving, however, about eight percent behind…don’t know what’s up with that. Then, like a rolled up, compressed Japanese paper flower in water, they grew feisty and happy and full of playful energy, trouncing each other upon the bed, and burrowing beneath the comforters in silly jubilation! “Well, this is gonna cost me an arm and a leg taking care of them, I see that now,” I thought. “Better get that GoFundMe project flying ASAP.” But I also thought THIS intriguing observation:

“How convenient that, what with the perambulatory restrictions due to the pandemic, and further such restrictions due to my brindlekin, how unusual is it that everything I actually need is just one or two blocks away from me in any direction? And that I always seem to have at least just enough money for any crisis? Including the sudden, unanticipated stimulus money that allowed me to pay Deek’s ransom fee in the nick of time, before the doggos would be lost to me forever!”

Oh what a frabjous day this has surely turned out to be, Tara! I chortle and burble with glee! Wiley, Taco and myself are a trio of happy campers tonight, languishing in the radiant aura of canine devotion, love and joy. As for the Duboce Triangle Newsletter, in which my New Year’s parody is supposed to be featured on Friday (and it is now evening of that day):

Nothing, yet. For some reason they’re delayed in delivering them to all the local shops and bars. I dropped into Rosenberg’s just a half hour ago, and no success. Hmm, has my hilarious tale of the happiest possible death for everyone, some time this year, gummed up the works of their printing press app? Or did they just laugh themselves into oblivion before they got to tap on the “print” button? Only your hairdresser Yog-Sothoth knows for sure!


Subject: I forgot to add…
From: Zeke Krahlin To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 9, 2021 1:12 AM

…this following vignette, which should be inserted just above the next-to-last paragraph with word “frabjous” in it:

Before I forget, I had this slip of an encounter with my semi-Fascist neighbor Moe, while approaching the corner of Market, Noe and 16th after leaving Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Foods shop. He was at the curb, preparing to cross and chatting with Kevin Bond, our building manager. I paused about fifteen feet away, when Moe turned his head to me and said, “Oh, you’re dog walking now?”

So I cleverly answered: “Well, it started out that way, but now they’re mine!”

Then the light turned green and I strolled across the intersection with Wiley tugging at the leash and Taco gripping my pants’ right-leg cuff, causing me to hobble like a war veteran with an old wound, as yours truly got us to the gate in one mongrel piece and entered. Yet Moe and Kevin remained in close commiseration all the way over there on that now-distant corner.

I’m sure Kevin will tell him all about it, since he now knows my doggie adventure and how it’s tied up with Deek, thanks to Dieter’s friendly gossip on the stairs two days ago. They seem to have become close friends over the years (Moe and Kevin that is). What, however, is MOST curious, is that the idea of sharing my brindlekin with Moe, in order to ease his grief over his likely-dying mother, started haunting my mind for the past two days. I kept having images of my emailing him, telling about these sweet little mutts, and how he’s welcome to have their company for a satisfying while each day, or whenever. (I’m thinking around an hour or two, perhaps longer.)

And now this afternoon, there is Moe, seeing me with the canines for the first time! How synchronistic and lovely is that?


Re: I forgot to add…
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 9, 2021 8:58 AM

Sounds like har-fucking-monic convergence to me!

Hardy-har-har-fucking-monic convergence, that is. I’m certain the manager is on my side finally, with keeping the doggies in my room, since he is now aware I’ve taken them from Deek. Oh, this is a funny thought that just leaked across my brain pan:

How hilarious to think of manager Kevin’s impression of my simply stating outright before him and Dieter yesterday:

“Deek is abusing these dogs, so I just took them away and want to press animal abuse charges against him, I called 911 and the cops are on their way, and they’re very sweet doggies who deserve better, and I’ll be moving within two months or so anyway, because I now have an excellent publishing contract for my next book which is bound to become a HUGE bestseller. In fact it’s called ‘Brindlekin Tales’ and is all ABOUT Deek and his doggies.”

Besides which there’s a powerful air about me that I will not permit a single crack of doubt to leak through my world’s cranium that would ever make me even THINK of not keeping the mutts with me. So what point would the manager have by telling me I need to give them up? Or even posting a notice to my door, warning that I could be evicted, as a result? It’s OBVIOUS to all but the most troglodytic, that the moment I am challenged by lawful opposition of whatever sort, I will immediately gird my loins and fight back, and win. There is not one single molecule of doubt in my reality, so you’d better not mess with me or the pups, or you’ll have hell to pay for a VERY long time. And I can get away with it, as no one will ever be able to track down the source of this particular homicide.

So now, I’m sure, Kevin told Moe all about it! I’m sure by this time of night, Moe has already been musing over, and laughing at, my latest divine exploit. Whaddya wanna bet he’ll politely ask if I could spare my doggies for awhile each day, where they’ll have more space to run around, and he’ll cover some of the food and any vet costs that might crop up?

Even funnier is that today I emailed Kevin that ATT repairmen will soon drop by to figure out why my DSL land line died since two days ago…and in that email I kept my three-link Brindlekin sites in the sig, starting with my doggy wish list and GoFundMe project! Won’t THEY be surprised to discover they’re both IN my tales! In fact, maybe they’re worrying about that right now, though have yet to start reading my stories to find out. But I sure got two people highly motivated to do just that! I’ll gain my adulating audience one way or another, even if that means robbing a bank and kicking Larkin in the ass while he’s hauling bags of money from the vault, in a lavender wheelbarrow with a pink triangle on it.


Subject: Now they’re NOT eating again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 9, 2021 10:13 PM

I gladly returned today to Jeffrey’s because their high quality canned dog food was a success. But this time, they only ate half a can between them, with Taco ingesting most of even THAT. I wound up feeding Wiley those even pricier leather treats…but of course Taco was sitting a foot away on the cot, watching me with those pleading, round dachshund eyes, so I just had to give him some of that, too. Judiciously granting him tinier portions, of course. So now, the gourmet duck and boar dinners sit in their respective bowls without a hungry guest to enjoy them. Boy do I hate the very idea of throwing all THAT away, but I must do what I must do.

And, to make matters worse, I’m having major problems with Chronic.net service. No phone connection whatsoever for three days, now. And the Internet connection just went out again for twenty minutes, but came back on just now. How much longer will I have even THAT. At which point I can’t even inform them that I’m totally cut off. And why is that (some dump fuck might ask)? Because I’D BE TOTALLY CUT OFF! I already posted you my irate reply to Chronic employee, Isolde, who emailed me directly, so you already have a good idea of my present cyber-dilemma. My Internet connection could be permanently shut down at any moment, as my DSL land line already is! I don’t think ANYone from either AT&T Or Chronic actually dropped by. I did have to step out twice to walk the doggies and purchase groceries, but that’s it. NO sign of either company tech showing up. And it’s now after eight PM, with nary another email from Chronic, goddam fuckers. I KNOW why this is happening: I subscribed to their cheapest service for broadband, DSL is now old-school, following in the footsteps of dialup. So, such low-end customers get treated like second class citizens. But I WILL have my revenge: I will EXCORIATE them in a blog entry soon to appear, called “Chronic DOT Net”…with that angry letter I sent off to Isolde, among other things.

The pandemic, of course, just adds to the merry mix of demonic revelry, because I can’t just hop on down to a local library or coffeehouse for public wifi. I have TONS of excellent material to post on my WordPress site, my creative juices are exquisite and gushing like a geyser. And now, THIS shit has to happen! So if I suddenly seem to disappear off the face of the planet, you’ll know I lost both Internet and land line services.

Oh, yeah, this afternoon I had a run-in with someone I’d rather not have had. Some wiry old dude around sixty or so on an electric scooter paused by me and said, while looking down on the doggies:

“Where’s your daddy these days?”

Took me a moment before I realized he meant Deek, so I told him:

“I’m Deek’s friend who’s been taking care of them through the cold weather and rains. But we both decided the streets are too harsh for these little pups, they’ll die out here. So we struck a deal where I became the new owner in exchange for a wad of cash.” I then stopped speaking to let it sink in, then added: “I have a video record of out verbal agreement, here on my smartphone.”

“Oh, ha, ha, I see,” was all he said, then scooted away.

Where is THIS gonna lead to? I’m thinking. Nothing I hope, but I’m certainly on the alert these days. On a better note:

Building Manager Kevin warmed up to the brindlekin today, as we three proceeded down the stairs and into the front lobby. There was Kevin fussing with the key to enter, and once he did, the dogs started to bark. But not such a storm as in the early days they were here, which shows progress. I told him they’re getting used to seeing others appearing in the hallway or stairs, and they’re less noisy and acting friendlier. He then lowered himself to extend a hand to both pooches; they had by then quieted down, commenced to sniff his hand, shoes, and pant legs…then backed off to bark once more!

“They’ll get used to you in a few more meetups,” I assured him. In fact, their barks ceased after a minute, and all was quiet on the Western Front again. But sure enough, here came someone ELSE down the stairs and carrying Dieter’s hospital assigned wheelchair (IOW manual and cheaply made), so I rushed the dogs outta there before they had a chance to react. Before departing, I also told him to expect an AT&T tech repairman to show up, due to my suddenly dead land line, but I can’t hole myself up all day for someone who may or may not arrive. Now, back to a NOT better note, again:

On top of all this, there’s my hovel’s leaking radiator. Which commenced shortly after the pandemic restrictions came down. Kevin arranged to have a worker check it out, so I hanged outdoors for three hours, that they may get the job done without my presence…and hopefully they’d keep their mask on throughout the entire process. Turns out they could never get the time right (whoever they were: I think our main building worker, Juan, who was supposed to track down someone who really knows radiators, but couldn’t find him at home where he said he would be), so I wound up wasting four hours staying outdoors.

“Wasn’t this supposed to be fixed last year, Kevin?” I queried. He didn’t really answer that, but that was indeed the case. Looks like the so-called repair was half-assed, and it had to be done all over again. He suggested we try again in a week or so, but I wouldn’t hear of it, told him I don’t want anyone in my room because COVID-19. He obliged me, even though at that time a lot of folks didn’t think it was that serious (and I guess that included him), so kinda were sloppy with social distancing and such. But I wasn’t, I knew better, plus I’m 70 years old. As a consequence, the radiator continues to leak copiously, and I must empty the rubber-plastic dish basin I stash beneath the leaking bleeder valve, three times through the night. ‘Cause if I don’t, the leak will accumulate and begin dripping through the floor and into the lobby entranceway, right between the front gate and double doors, to cause a most impressive puddle right smack dab where residents and visitors and delivery people step in and out. And, yes, sometimes I forget, and the entranceway floor is like a pond, which must be dealt with immediately…but the manager’s remained mum so far, and it’s been months since the problem began.

I think the only reason I didn’t discover that the original leaking hadn’t really been resolved was because we had quite a lengthy run of mild nights since the original “repair.” Now, we’ve been going through an unusually long cold snap that began in mid-October, and is still going strong with no end in sight. Just my rotten luck, to have this extra little pest add to my life’s burden, just when I’ve become busier in my life than I can ever recall. And that corner of the room where the radiator spits is difficult to crouch down in, and remove the the water-laden basin (and in so doing must rapidly replace it temporarily with a SECOND container to catch the angry gremlin’s piss). Cramped between two cabinets as I am, with one heavy cabinet I have to slide to the right (along with the two storage bins, one atop the other) three or four times a night. Which puts me at risk of a second degree burn if I’m not very careful. I never told you about the radiator before, Tara, but now you know.

Why all this crap is happening to me at once is pretty obvious to THIS flustered pilgrim. I am about to make THE major breakthrough in spiritual growth ever, and probably for ANY human being ever, as well. So of COURSE the bodhisattvas assigned to watch over me are having a field day messing with my world. Until said time that all barriers are removed, all veils are lifted, and all homophobes are castrated, tarred and feathered and, finally, drawn and quartered in the village square! And that time, I surmise, is but seven days away:

The sixteenth of January, the anniversary of the day in 1985 that Randolph Louis Taylor attempted suicide beside the Vietnam Wall Memorial in D.C., at the point of a midnight special held in a not-so-steady hand thank God.

  • Zeke

Re: Now they’re NOT eating again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: Jaunary 9, 2021 11:20 PM

AS long as the dogs are peppy and drinking water, they’re okay. But MOST mysterious that they’re BOTH exhibiting appetite problems at the same time. It could possibly be that they sense a major change in their little lives, in the form of the absence of Deek, even though he didn’t always treat them well. Dogs are like that. I suspect they’ll get over it and eat normally again.

That is QUITE possible, along with some residual trauma from living on the streets for such a prolonged cold snap and rainy days and nights. When I was walking the doggies earlier tonight, I ran into Carra (spelled with two Rs she said), that cordial young woman at Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Food shop. She was just stepping out, about to lock up for the day, when I came up to her and said the high value dog food didn’t work at all this time around. So we had a nice little chat, and before departing, she ran back inside to return with a couple of those pricey leather treats for the mutts, because I had just told her they’re now the only stuff they WILL eat. “I call these dogs high maintenance dates!” I quipped. Anyway, the place is a godsend, and I’m SO glad they’re right around the corner.

Such a bummer about Chronic. I’d be lost, utterly lost, without the net. And yes, you especially need it now, in the midst of your whirlwind of creativity. You can still compose offline and post later, of course. I try to remember my life pre-internet. How did I manage?? Those gibbering techno-demons are real and have malicious intent. They KNOW exactly when to strike.

THEY HAVEN’T GOTTEN BACK TO ME! So NOW what do I do? I’m gonna blast ’em a good one on their forum…add it to the thread I already started re. my dead land line. It will include my angry letter to [name withheld], whom I will call Isolde in my upcoming blog entry. In that piece, I call the company Chronic.net (short for “chronic headache”).

Oh, God, the leaking radiator. I’ll tell you a little secret: our furnace has been busted for a few years now. Any heat we have comes from the wood stove, which, though it puts out good warmth, means hauling, splitting and drying wood, carrying it inside, starting fires, tending to them, keeping them going. I often wear my down parka indoors. They’d call Adult Protective Services on us if they knew….but just remind myself of all the money we haven’t spent on propane. Thousand$ by now.

Oh for God’s sake. Glad you got SOMEthing out of it.

16th of January, eh? I like the sound of it. Will be alert on that day!!!!!

Seven days and counting. Now, here’s an update on another matter:

When I went to the Noe Valley grocery store where Les works, I hoped to finally get a copy of the Duboce Triangle Newsletter which was supposed to come out on Friday (yesterday), to see if they really HAD gone ahead and published my New Years sci-fi parody. As I waited in line to pay for a couple of boring items, I finally spotted a small number of the newsletters set in a vertical, clear plastic holder on the counter’s left end. Upon grabbing a copy, I saw it was dated some time in December! So I asked Les if the latest issue came out yet. He said no, that it’s probably due to the pandemic, they can’t find people to deliver them. I told him why not, it’s not like they’d have to get physically close to anyone, there are people walking all over the neighborhood as it is! He just shrugged his shoulders, but I don’t think that’s the case at all, because it MAKES NO SENSE!

My conclusion: I think a lot of people are fucking with me, ’cause they’re bodhisattvas about to foist a surprise party to end all surprise parties on me.

  • Zeke

Subject: Doggies started to eat again!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: MCN announcement list, MCN discussion list
Date: January 10, 2021 11:08 AM

On 2021-01-10 12:57, Jane Karanina posted:

I am so happy for the love that these puppies have brought to you!
Zeke- it’s a life so much better.
Be well
marilyn

Thank you Marilyn (or Jane). Just please keep in mind that a life so much better can NOT be achieved without first living a life so much worse. This is the story of Everyman and thus, of the entire human race. We are about to emerge (or blossom) into an incredible age of harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding, no more falsehoods or derisions, golden living dreams of visions, mystic crystal revelation and the mind’s true liberation…Aquarius! 2021 is IT.

I have ALWAYS been a happy spirit underneath it all…and my remarks that some consider harsh are never anything more than putting certain wicked or foolish people on the spot. Well, either that or I was making a wittily sarcastic joke which some people fail to grasp. You can save some of the people some of the time, but you can’t save ALL of people all of the time…or can you? Lilith only knows I try! Or IOW:

Many are called, but few are chosen…so step right up for your lederhosen.

  • Zeke

PS: And that token Nazi troll on the discussion list has served me well, playing one of the bodhisattva’s major roles as Ultimate Enemy, and thus sharpening my skills to overcome what remaining negative influences still haunted my psyche. For in both standing up against his many challenges of hatred, threats and other abominable expressions (which I most certainly HAD to do) and in finding a path through it all that would eventually lead to the most compassionate resolution possible…I have gained a tremendous boon of an advantage. A boon that not only benefits yours truly, but can liberate countless others through my wonderful tales, essays, poems and letters. As for the several OTHER right-wing monkey scumbags who ganged up on me, often doing so by hiding behind the Nazi’s skirt: I also give these incorrigible punks my most grateful kudos. You know who you are (except perhaps Harry Dork, who strikes me as stupendously dimwitted, for which reason should stick to his gardening tips and nothing else).


Subject: My Pooches are Crack Addicts!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 11, 2021 8:11 PM

The dogs are pretty much back to eating regularly, thank Cthulhu. The best appetite enhancer I finally came up with, is to crumble some of those pricey leather treats into their dog food. Jeffrey’s Natural Pet Foods store has saved the day! In fact, Wiley is so nuts about those treats, she regularly jumps off the cot and scampers about my room, sniffing for more. And if I ignore her long enough, she’ll start barking insistently, as if to say: “C’mon Zeke, I know you’ve got ’em stashed SOMEwhere!” Right now, they’re BOTH scouting around, pushing up the newspaper sheets I have all over the floor, with their schnozzolas, hoping to find some bits of leather tasties. They’re like crack addicts!

  • Zeke

Re: OMG this just happened!
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Tara Roosevelt
Date: January 11, 2021 8:18 PM

Read the blurb that goes with it (click on video, then click on “Youtube”):


Subject: Pups…eating.
From: Zeke Krahlin
To: Corrine DeMaars
Date: January 12, 2021 11:45 AM

Hey Zeke!

Wanted to let you know I’ve had dogs my entire life. This I know about. Dogs need at least one daily walk…an hour would be great. Exercise is monumental in their attitude. Nutrition like you’re worried about is absolutely important.

If the dogs aren’t eating get a cheap bag of hot dogs. Rinse the hot dogs. Cut one into 6 strips lengthwise. Then cut into tiny tiny squares. Dogs don’t know portions so tiny is fine. (freeze the rest because you don’t want them to have much…very fatty.) These are rare treats. So put a tiny bit on their kibble. They will eat. Small dogs like your 2 will only eat generally 2 times a day 1/4 cup each time. Treats are limited.

You probably already know this. They’re sad right now so just walk em and cuddle em. Bring the hot dogs when you walk em. When they do something good…a treat. If they don’t want to do something…encourage them away from whatever with a treat.

Thinking of you and how great you’re doing! Good job.

Any dog questions and I’m your gal! This I know.

No, they’re not sad at all…even during the period they would hardly eat a thing. Joyful and loving through the whole ordeal. But I already indicated that in my recent tales. They get LOTS of cuddling and kind words all day long…including group hugs about ten times a day!

Thanks for your tips, though. Yes, they normally eat just twice a day, and they’re back to that. And they have a great appestat, in that once they’ve had enough, they STOP all on their own. They are definitely NOT gluttonous in the least.

I can NOT take them to a park or other grassy place for lots of exercise, at this time. It is just too risky, because no rabies tag on either, and I can’t afford to get them their shots all over again…at least, not at this time. Any possible conflict with another dog owner would ruin me, and them. I need some kind person’s use of a fenced in backyard, but I don’t know anyone who could offer me that.

Thinking of you and how great you’re doing! Good job.

Much appreciated.

Any dog questions and I’m your gal! This I know.

Roger that!

  • Zeke

Jus’ Walkin’ the Doggies

January 9, 2021

Five totally boring videos that only a dog lover would enjoy. Taco is wearing one of the two reversible plaid jackets kindly donated by one of my supporters. That blue, puffy jacket on Wiley is also from a fan…either of myself or of Canis familiaris (maybe both); I’m not really sure because it’s a mystery who delivered it. Notice it fits okay and looks great on her, but definitely the next size up would be better. There are four snaps that secure the garment, but I can only join the back two, because size issue. And it won’t fit Taco at all, due to his chunky brisket and shoulders: he’s a hunk-a dachshund/terrier bundle of doggie love! I wanted to show how cute they look when they poop, but I fear camera shyness on their part, because they didn’t go number one at all!

Oh, and if you’re concerned about retaliation from my houseless friend Deek or his pals, please know that I ALWAYS keep a small canister of pepper spray in a pocket, and ALWAYS bring my smartphone with me, because it has that video of our verbal contract that I now own the pups in exchange for $300. Which I’ll gladly show to anyone who approaches with the question: “Did you steal Deek’s dogs?” To see for yourself, you may view the scenario of that transaction by clicking here.

While you’re at it, check out the cute sweaters some gracious donor sent me in late December:

https://zekeblog.wordpress.com/2020/12/28/the-sweaters-have-arrived/


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