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Suspension of Rules

I love the hash, but sometimes I deplore the behavior of my fellow hashers. This is one of those times, alas. Skip this entry if you’ve heard it all before.

Yesterday’s hare made arrangements to end the trail at a non-hashing friend’s house. If you’re not a hasher, you need to understand that trail’s end [...]


It’s our On-Oniversary!

Yikes, the Half-Mind Weblog is one year old! The other web site I started, the Half-Mind Catalog, is now nine-and-a-half years old.

Not that any of this is of any significance, except to me, but if you read either site, I thank you for hanging with me.

Now, let’s all get back to our Friday [...]


Kegs Versus Cans Redux

My Hash House Harrier club recently switched from canned to keg beer. Determined to go first class, our mismanagement committee purchased a pressurization system and a jockey box.

I’ve been to four hashes since the advent of keg beer. So far, in spite of our pressurized delivery system, we’ve had more foam than beer, and [...]


Still Stingin’

. . . after all these years days . . .

It’s been a week since the killer bee attack. The victims suffered from nausea and blurred vision for a few days; now they’re merely blotchy and itchy. Despite our fears, the press didn’t show up at yesterday’s hash, nor did the Man. But it [...]


Bees Ain’t the Only Things that Sting

Our Hash House Harrier group had what could have been a fatal encounter with killer bees last Saturday. One hasher was stung more than 500 times, and the hasher who went to his aid was stung more than 100 times. One was airlifted to a hospital; the other went by ambulance. National, state, county, and [...]


Hash Fish

I knew this was going to happen, sooner or later . . .

There’s a hash fish on the back of my truck. Donna has one on the back of her car. There’s another on my motorcycle’s rear fender. Three hash fish altogether.

When we first slapped these fish on our vehicular rumps we [...]