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BLOG070505(Tuesday)

July 5, 2005

Okay, the damned pipe in the wall that has been sealed for almost 27 years has finally been removed. So NOW
we can replace the waterheater which is sitting in the middle of my hallway for several days.

Ben is doing it as we speak. We simply could not break that pipe loose. Some friends who are handymen came
by and they had the correct tools. In less than 20 minutes that sucker was off! Woo hoo!

I get a hot shower. Finally! Woo hoo!

After yesterdays fun helping out at a Fire Works event held in Reedley Ca and run by the Hobb's boss, I need
it! *grin* I was a great deal of fun, though. Nocturnum's first event. We sold celebratory t-shirts and glowy
thingamabobies that were fun to look at once it was dark.

As I crawled into bed last night, Ed said "My poor bruised bottomed sweetheart." I thought he was talking about
a singular bruise I found yesterday, but noooooooo.

Remember the chiropractor? She massaged my right hip very deeply and hard to release the spasm around my
sciatic nerve. Owie, right? Yup. But yet, I didn't bruise. At all. I was amazed.

I'm guessing that it was a deep bruising instead normal surface damage and it just took this long to get to the
surface because DAMN, my right hip looks like someone has been whacking me.

And what is this? Old home town week. I received emails from not one old ghost, but two.

One, went as follows (it was brief.)

----- Original Message -----

From: Michael Hirtes <mailto:mhirtes@yahoo.com> mhirtes@yahoo.com

To: tashta@mindspring.com <mailto:tashta@mindspring.com>

Sent: 7/4/2005 4:05:48 AM

Subject: Heh

Stumbled across this just now while bored:

<http://www.stripedsmiles.com/BLOG062704.html>

Cute article. Nice bit of revisionist history too. All hail Queen Tasha the Conquerer!

Whatever floats yer boat, m'lady.

Oh, and btw, I'm still out here. Still laughing. I wonder if Paul Kidd still has to stay away from schools?

I was just thrilled.

Ya think the old troll is bored? He actually took the time to write directly to me. To even find out my email he
had to go through my site enough to get to the contact info. *shudder* *chuckle*

By "bored" he means he googled his own name. Heh. The above blog entry is the 37th google entry listed under
his name. Oh, joy. *shakes head*

That was just one.

The other was from an old flame. My first real boyfriend, actually. Someone I pretty much despise, though I
really should not waste my spirit on such emotions or such non-entities as he.

His letter was as follows:

----- Original Message -----

From: John Doe <mailto:johndoe@microsoft.com>

To: tashta@mindspring.com <mailto:tashta@mindspring.com>

Sent: 6/30/2005 9:11:49 AM

Subject: hanuman manny lieberman

good to see your doing well. All love be to you.

I'm presently living at an Ashram in Upstate NY, have an 11 yr old daughter, and am getting ready to do my 25th New York
Renaissance Fair with the Black Prince Armory.

I've thought of you many times over the years and just happened to run accross your website doing a google search on Negra-
Khan.

Know that you are loved

Hanuman

Okay, there are several problems with this letter. One, it's from John Doe. I almost deleted it out of hand
because of this. Then I saw the subject line. Okay. Manny Lieberman. Riiight. What the hell does HE want?

You see, I was briefly married to this joke of humanity. And, lucky virginal me. While married to him for all of,
what, three days? - he was kind enough to bring home to me some nasty STD's. Nasty enough that mixed with
the asthma meds I was on, and the fact that I was taking Birth Control drugs for his comfort, I was pretty much
left barren.

You heard right. For me to have children after that would have killed me.

Such a nice "gift," no?

He is also an initiate to the Sufi Order. A sort of mixture of several religions that is quite impressive in that it
focuses on god and self and pretty much nothing else. I was an initiate for a while. I stepped away because of him
and other influences. But, to get back to my story, when you become an initiate, you are given a name. This is
actually a symbol for you to focus on and emulate.

Do you know what Manny's Sufi name was? Hanuman. That's right. The Monkey King.

Do you know what that name is supposed to symbolize?

Loyalty.

Looks like he missed that one completely. Maybe he missed the memo.

I went to respond to his email, quite nicely and politely mind you, and found that I could not respond and there is
no address for him available to which I might respond.

So what was the point in emailing me?

And what is this "know you are loved" bullshit. I know I am loved. By people who I love in return. Whole
heartedly. Without reservation. I do not need some schmuck that couldn't keep his dick in his pants because he
was so insecure that the only way he felt he could make friends was by fucking everyone, to tell me I am loved.

He'd googled "Negra Khan Armory." Hmm. I did, too. Y'know what? I am the only entry that comes up and it's one of my blog entries.

Makes me wonder how much of my 'blog he read before he decided to go hunting for my email address on my
contact page. And then, how long did it take him to pull his balls out long enough to write. *chuckle*

Oh, but I'm not bitter.

Chuckle

Back to my world where tonight, Tanamin has taken the night off, and I'm going to go to bed with Tanamin--
who's been with me for eleven years--on one side, Ed - who's been with me for eighteen years--on the other. I'm
going to get full soft body rubs, foot rubs and whatever else rubbed, just because they love me. *grin*

Oh, and I finally had a really nice loooong, hot shower. I just stood under the streaming water, feeling that
wonderful heat just flow over my body.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Now I'm sleepy. Time to go to bed. Perchance to dream�