Paranoia Strikes Deep
If that’s their plan, I wish them luck. Have they even heard of email and social media?
IDGAF, Except When I Do
I never know what to say to friends when they get bad news like this. Who does? I’ll be working on that, and in the meantime calling up good memories of our times together.
Again with The Thing?
There’s a menu bar across the top of this blog. Click on About Paul’s Thing and you can view a short photo-essay about this blog’s namesake and inspiration, The Thing?, a roadside attraction on Interstate 10 near Dragoon, Arizona, 67 miles from my door in Tucson.
On the General Coarsening of Society
Speaking of bringing society down, why is it that whenever I see a sexually crude, grossly inappropriate post on Facebook, it was put there by a fellow Hash House Harrier? What are we, a pack of sniggering 13-year-olds?
Danger at the Door
Finally saw my first Kentucky Derby … actually my first horse race of any kind. Now here’s a televised sport I can endure while pretending to be as into it as everyone else in the room. I can do anything if I only have to do it for two minutes!
Trouble in Halfmindistan & Other Updates
I could let the Half-Mind Weblog die a natural death … my interests have moved away from hashing, and I no longer have anything of importance to contribute to the hashing community. For some reason, though, I feel I should preserve what’s there for current and future hashers.
Times Like These, It’s Important to Feel Clean
Trump, in obstructing justice, can’t be held accountable for it because as we all know he’s unable to control his temper and autocratic instincts and can’t help lashing out. We elected an infant; therefore it’s okay when he behaves as one; therefore This Is Fine.
Tuesday Bag o’ Crossed Lines
Monday last I had to haul my miserable hacking feverish runny-nosed voiceless self home from Pima Air and Space Museum after the first tram tour of the day, leaving my co-volunteers in the lurch. I made up for it yesterday with four nearly back-to-back tours, one every other hour, from the first tour of the day to the last.