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Hashers in the News (Not in a Good Way)

When Pick’n’Flick and I lived in Las Vegas, we organized an invitational weekend hash. Sixty or so hashers from neighboring states made the trek, including one guy who came all the way from Canada, which was a pleasant surprise … or so I thought at first. I’d been hashing less than ten years at that [...]

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Area Half-Mind Expresses Half-Baked Thoughts (Updated 10/19/17)

I feel like sharing some poorly thought out observations on this beautiful Wednesday (beautiful because we adopted a new dachshund yesterday, and who knows, maybe he’ll turn out to be a hasher too).

By all accounts InterAmericas Hash in Phoenix was brilliant. Every attendee I’ve spoken with has said so, and I believe them. Of [...]

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Mending Ripping Down Fences (Updated)

The latest anthrax scare, reported by my friend Tongueless, GM of Gypsies in the Palace H3, San Francisco:

The complaint was posted to an on-line neighborhood forum. The ensuing discussion is interesting. First, you get some insight into public perception of the Hash House Harriers (reasonably positive IMO). Second, speculation on what the vandalism [...]

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“Hash Run” Not a Smash in Weldon

I don’t know … last time I went by a weekend tent revival, it seemed very loud to me, and I’m not at all sure the people who came to it had the “proper conduct expected for people who come in for the weekend.” —Flying Booger

From the Roanoke Rapids NC Daily Herald:

“Hash run” [...]

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Hashing Straight, Ten Years Later

I gave up drinking ten years ago this month. Not sure if today’s the exact day, but marking the on-oniversary on Saint Patrick’s Day seems appropriate, so I’m going with it. Erin go bragh!

I came to hashing as a member of a profession with tight camaraderie and similar drinking and singing rituals, flying fighters [...]

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Love the Bash, Hate the Name

Just putting this out there: I hate the name of Tucson’s bicycle hash kennel, the Pedalfiles. One, it’s misspelled (although that may be intentional). Two, it repels outsiders (if there’s one thing no one jokes about, it’s sex with children). Three, it has an impact on membership, discouraging recruits who haven’t been exposed to hash [...]

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Time for Another PSA?

 

A hasher named Chef Boy R Dum from Southern Pines H3 in North Carolina wrote up a public service announcement for new hashers, explaining the spirit and “rules” of hashing. Rules in quotes, of course, because Rule One is There Are No Rules. And yet here’s a PSA full of them.

Another hasher, [...]

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Great Expectations, Revisited

Several years ago, this bit of nastiness showed up on a hash club’s email list:

Ok, I missed my first hash run in Dallas over Thanksgiving and now I’ve heard enough stories to peak my interest. Actually I’ve heard enough stories to make me puke. Running naked through bushes, getting pulled in the middle enough [...]

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