Where's Timmy?

So yet another day of not being at work, I could definitely get used to this. Last few days, have been spending as much time as possible with TWHSRN, with the car issues I have been having, that has been quite easy. Today I finally took the time and had it towed (insert comments from Tuck It and DBD here, but seriously thanks guys for letting me leave my car there and taking a look at it for me). Last night, made an appearance at the Full Moon HH, definitely want to order that sampler thing the next time I go. Don't really have much to say today, thanks to everyone who has fish sat me sometime during the past week.
On-On to catching up on my Netflix

The Lost Weekend

It all started off innoocently enough, went by Tuck It's and DBD's to check on my car, which has been there since Thanksgiving. After coming up with a plan to have my car repaired, Tuck It asks me if I want a drink. From there things went horribly out of control. Next thing I know we are going through songbooks and I have been tagged to be co-RA. We come up with a pretty good song list and are somewhat prepared for circle. At some point, I pass out.

The next morning Tuck It and I play dawn patrol and go and kidnap @ss Gagger and her friend (why can I never remember anyone's name) from her condo. Strap-On Elvis shows up and we all have an omlette party. Trail time comes around, of course I was way too drunk too do trail, of course, some how, I thought I would still be able to RA circle. During trail, Try A Fuck had an awesome beer check at the old airport. By the time circle came round, I was totally obliterated, had to have Squeezin take notes for me so I can write hash trash. At some point I was cast out of circle, which was good, had forgot half the songs anyways. On-On-On was Crown and Wanker, where at some point I passed out at the table, holding a bottle of ketchup in case anyone messed with me during my nap. At some point a member of the staff came and took it away from me. After the Wanker, headed back to Tuck It's to pass out.

At 2 in the morning, get a call from THWSRN, at this point I have sobered up enough to realize that I had lost an entire day. I am somewhat shocked over this, and a little concerned. Was this my first full blown bender? Hopefully my last, I was quite scared over losng an entire day.

Took Monday off to spend with THWSRN, somehow I have no hangover.

Of note for this weekend, Squeeze Box, you don't actually make my most annooying hasher list. Pumper Up the Butt singing Up Jump the Monkey. Of course when we did sing that, I designated the place where I would fall down, somehow I didn't.


On-On to my own bed finally

Hashers everywhere decide

Decide what you think of this website, is it worthy of the Austin Full Moon name?


http://www.austinfullmoonh3.com/

repost from earlier this week with pics

Me showing my mad skillz and Squeezin reaping the victory of his lame rules.







C'em trying to sweep me off of my feet










Brownie on his Dick bike





So last nights happy hour was a winner. Think everyone had a good time, we should definitely try to do that more often. Attending were, @ss Gagger (she only did some minor biting and not on the butt), Squezin Semen, Father Syphilis, Brownie (arriving on a gay BMX that said dick on it), Trojan Whore, (Massive) Slutslinger, Strap-on Elvis, Just Kristin, Lewis & Cock and C'em Cummin. Many buckets of Lonestar were consumed as we played three-man. Afterwards most of us headed over to Father Syph's and Brownie's for more beer and Jager. Afterwards, I came home and caught up on email, geez the Junta list sure generates a lot of email. The big disagreement is theme, they want to do a speakeasy theme, which is cool, but I just don't want to hear any ragtime music or that damn Charleston song. I am being volunteered to do the music, so I guess I will have control over it. They want to do swing, but I think if you want to have swing music you should change the theme to like 40's USO or something. Not like I would wear an outfit anyways, too lame for that.

This morning received a call from THWSRN, she woke me up. I have a rule about no calls before noon, so she was somewhat frightened about how my reaction would be. I was glad to have heard from her. We talked for quite a while, it was a great conversation.

I need to to start packing and I guess I will email the Junta list and say I will do the swing music and not debate the whole speakeasy theme, some of the ideas that have been generating are pretty good.

On-On to my Nana's house
see you kids when I get back

Comics

And thus did Superboy's short lived career in the gay porn business draw to a close.

















It's not what you think! They're still not gay!

New Dog

So yesterday, while visiting my Mom, I was introduced to my new dog Spike. He is a terrier of some kind, don't remember what; but he is really cute. Spike and I got along really well, I cannot believe I became so attached to a dog so quickly. My mom is getting him his shots and everything and then I go pick him up. I can't wait, he will be a good jogging companion and chics will dig him.

Just found out he is half Schnauzer and half minicher pincher. He rocks!

Trip Home

Over Thanksgiving, i went home to visit my family. Had a really great visit with them; but my car broke down the second day I was there. I had it repaired, but last night when I arrived back in Austin, it appears to have died again. This morning I woke up on Tuck It's couch, Brownie was on the floor and @ss Gagger was on the other section of the couch. Needless to say, it was an awesome night, although the two most annoying people in the Austin hash were there. At some point, Tuck It and I decide to ride bikes down to Lil Woodrows(I think that point was when we figured out there was no more beer), the bikes we chose were both in bad condition. When we arrived at Lil Woodrows, they wouldn't let us in, something about being barefoot. On the way back I took a spill, have some nice cuts on my hands and elbows, which is okay the trails recently have sucked and have noot bled for a while. This morning, Tuck It had 20 minutes to run me by my place and then drop me off at the office, I arrived at my desk just in time and still slightly drunk. I have bneen here for an hour and the only thing work related I have done, is check email. God, I love my life.

going to try and look busy,

On-On to TAF's bday party

Taking laziness to a whole new level!

So here I sit vegging, skipping work and just lounging on my couch. How lazy can a man be. Wait it gets better. I am so lazy today that I had to order pizza online because it was too much effort to pick up a menu and dial a phone. But wait, there's more. I have 4 dvd's from Netflix to watch, and I am tool lazy to read subtitles, so I am stuck watching Constantine. Please God, don't let me leave my apartment today. Oh, I decided to make this skipping work thing a two day thing.... sweet. Laziness is good. Oh wait, if someone is up for a happy hour, I might be able to leave.

This Weekend

This weekend was kind of lame, I spent way too much time home. Friday after work, I headed to Fujiyama for sushi. I Pee Freely was manning the bar and Free Meat was supposed to join me. On the way there, I get a call from Free Meat saying she is not going to make it. This kind of sucks because I hate eating alone; but when I arrived at Fujiyama, no one was sitting at the bar, everyone was sitting at the table. This is cool, because I Pee Freely and I can talk. Since he had been a six week wanker (6 weeks in Thailand will do that), I talk him into hashing on Sunday. The sushi that night was perfect, and it is so great going to a place and them knowing what beer you want, basically what you are going to order and not having to ask for ponzu sauce when ordering a white fish. After sushi, I had a few invites to go out, I basically declined and went home to watch season two of Scrubs. I really didn't feel like being around anyone, was still bummed about THWSRN leaving town.

Saturday, after throwing a fit at work, I went home. I had planned on hanging with Trojan Whore and Free Meat. Trojan bailed, she wanted sushi and Free Meat called to say she had time for one drink. I was home and washing dishes when she called, so I declined. Was still kind of bummed from the previous day. I stayed in, continued watching Scrubs and caught up on three weeks worth of laundry. Geez there were a lot of dirty hash shirts. On a plus, got to speak to THWSRN a few times.

Sunday, I woke up kind of early and went for a run. The Shuffle was putting out a good mix of songs, so what started as a thirty minute run, turned into a little over 2 hours. Then my left calf started hurting, damn stupid ass that caused me to tear it. After running, it was time to decide whether or not I wanted to accept the Dim Sum invitation I had received the night before. The last time I had hashed after eating Dim Sum, I felt like I was going to hurl the whole hash, so this was a tough decision. All in alll the chance to be around good company won out, so it was off to T&S. As usual,, I was the first to arrive, I secure a table for five. Next in are Juf Tugger and his fiance, Jennifer. And last and certainly the smalllest, Free Meat and I Pee Freely. The dim sum was great; but the company was better. Much of the lunch was spent discussing the upcoming marriage. Also a good deal of time people were mentioning how they wished Jen's dad was there, he is really funny and the most famous food critic in Austin, so lunch would have been most likely comped.And some of the time was trying to talk Juggy and Jen into hashing, they ultimately said no, since they would be hashing the next sunday for Try A Fuck's birthday hash.

After lunch, I had to jet to pick up Just Janna and head to the start. We get there as chalk talk begins. Chalk talk seemed a little rushed, very little info and a lot of important stuff, like how many beer checks. The pack was off, while I was still putting on my shoes, no biggie won't take me long to catch up. I throw my bag in the shag wagon and take off. After about a quarter of a mile, I am with the FRB's. Being that this is a Death By Dildo trail, there are more checks than there are dollops of flour. I would run up as people would yell check and start looking around. I would stop them and point out that the next two checks were visible, typical DBD trail. We make it to the beer check and we see a visitor has arrived with the auto-wankers. The beer check was kind of long, since Free Meat and I Pee Freely started late and were trying to catch up. Needless to say, they never showed and we were off again. We go straight into some shiggy and what do we come across, but water crossings, I don't recall there being any mention of water, so I am kind of pissed because the only other shoes I have for circle are sandals. I pretty much say screw trail and take off running away from the water, I pretty much guess where the trail is going so am back with the FRB's. We then arrived in a park, with a mailicious check and a lot of falses, some how we find trail and then lose it again. I say screw it and stop following trail and start heading to Tuck It Up the Butt's and DBD's place, has to end there. Heavin Semen joins me and for a while we had Cornholio. We arrive at Tuck It's and he is cooking, we were beat in by Smut Mutt. We find out that there was a second beer check that we missed, I blame chalk talk.

Circle was kind of short, the new RA's decided to sing songs that last forever, thus causing there to be less down-downs. I tried pointing out that once the sunsets it is going to get cold quick. Tuck It of course says that if II wanted to be RA, I should have run. Well I keep quiet until announcements, they say On-On-On is at the Tilted Kilt, I point out that Lil Woodrows is a 100 yards away and Tilted Kilt is out of everyones way. Off to Woodrows, where we almost had a naming of Just Steph something like Licker Twister something something, God it was a great name, wish we could have pulled it off. As usual I don't recall. How is it I am supposed to remember stuff for Hash Trash? After Lil Woodrows, it is off to Hooters with IPF and Free Meat, I only have a beer there because I have reached the good judgement limit.

On the way home, I get a call from THWSRN, we argue about whether or not I said I was going home earlier. All is okay though, I get home, unload my hash bag and off to sleep.

I kept waking up in the night dehydrated, I kept drinking water but could still not hydrate myself. All the fried food from the Dim Sum and the chicken wings really did some damage. When my alarm went off for work, my tonuge was completely dry. I decided, best for me to skip work today. Here I sit updating my blog and slowly hydrating myself, would kill for some gatorade. I received a call from THWSRN, she apologized for the arguement, I told her it was not a problem, i was just happy hearing from her. It turns out she is sick today also. I am going to take it easy today, although I think Free Meat and I made plans for chicken wings tonight, those might be cancelled since we had wings last night.

On-On to bed

New Job

After much deliberation, I have decided to leave the froot (by much deliberation, I mean I came in today and my badge access to the Operations entrance was turned off, my schedule was royally fucked {can't hash for 2 months}, plus it is my last day in operations and I have to be back here on Friday, which means driving back to Austin on Thanksgiving). So I have already applied for a teaching position. Most likely I won't get it, or they won't meet my needs for pay. I have no clue what I want to do. In the past, I have been a reporter/photographer, teacher, spent way too much time in the technical world and have worked for a few non-profits. I really thought I would retire from the froot. But after the crap this morning, I started to realize I have not been promoted in two years. I have a Masters Degree for God's sake, they keep promoting morons with little state school Bachelor's with no real experience and bypassing my ass. It is a pain in the ass to get vacation time here. Plus the only thing that has made this past year bare-able has been working in Operations. So if anyone knows of anything, feel free to email me.

Today

Today someone very special to me is leaving town for a couple of weeks. I don't really know how I am going to take it. I talk to her every night, I see her a lot, throughout the day we email each other (which helps the day go by pretty quickly), on my days off we have lunch. Sometimes I wonder if she really knows how much she means to me, how much I enjoy her company. How my days seem to go better when I wake up next to her. My thoguhts are some what clouded on this subject, I am happy she is getting time away from work, but I am saddened for my loss, I know I am selfish. I hope her trip goes well and by the time she gets back, I will have a better appreciation of what I have.

A recent post to the Austin Hash

Lovejoys, our bleoved sponsor will be closing its doors shortly. Some poorly chosen words by a, "fellow hasher" has sparked a debate, well really not a debate, pretty much everyone against her insensitive ass. This is my response to the whole thread, thought it was somewhat blog worthy, because it may contain something someone may take lesson from.



I have been very quiet concerning this issue. Many of you know, I despise smoking. I have never smoked, never planned to. The smoking ban when I first heard about it sent me into a state of revulsion. I was and still am totally against the smoking ban, pretty odd you say for a hater of smoking.

Sure smoking bothers me, but I choose to be around it, sure many of my best friends smoke and I would like them to stop, but I don't preach to them about it. I choose to go to bars, I choose to hang out with smokers, I choose to drink
massive amounts of Jager until I tell everyone I love them. I make that choice, it is my choice not to smoke, it is everones choice whether they want to smoke or not.

Before the smoking ban there were sucessful smoke free bars, Riata Bar and Grill for instance, that place is always packed after 4. What's that you say North Austin is devoid of good bars so people flock to this spot, 2 minutes away is BB Rovers, where I have shared a beer with many of you. Smoke free bars can be sucessful, and people who are for smoke free bars should frequent them, should invest in them and leave the rest of the bars to those of us who would prefer to have a little atmosphere, a little soul, good friends, other patrons who know who you are, and best of all a bar to call our own.

I regret that I did not visit Lovejoys more often. Working North and living North, did not afford me much opportunity to visit LJ's. I will say the few times I was there, I enjoyed the atmosphere, I enjoyed being able to talk to you guys with out going hoarse because I had to yell to be heard. I enjoyed the selection of beer and most of all I LOVED how they honored our friend CR. That act alone says a lot about the character of the establishment.

Austin is truly losing something that makes Austin what it is. Unfortunately I believe I believe it is the first domino to fall. Keep Austin Weird, anyone who doesn't like Austin the way it is (was) should move to Dallas with all the other yuppies.

On-On to a smoky bar after work, because I live in North Austin and there are places up here that are still allowed to respect people's rights.
DOF

First Audio Blog

Hash Trash 11/13

Wanker

This is old but still somewhat amusing.

Just learned a new saying

This Week

This week kind of just flew past. Wednesday I was catatonic all day (damn allergies), Wednesday night was hash erections, I won On-Sec. the following is my first act as On-Sec.

Erection time has cum and gone and we find no one being burned in effigy yet.  Let us remember what Jefferson said about Democracy, " A democracy is nothing more than mob rule, where fifty-one percent of the people may take away the rights of the other forty-nine."  I would like everyone to keep this quote in mind throughout the next Junta year, if you didn't run for anything and you want to make a change, run next year.  Also keep in mind what Shaw said, "Democracy is a device that insures we shall be governed no better than we deserve."    I think this quote is perfect for the hash.  Erections this year seemed to have gone very well, no rants from (Massive) Slutslinger about mismanagement,  no discussions from Smut Mutt about the Hashmas party.  Pretty much it was good beer, good food and mediocre company.
With most of the positions there was not a need to vote since only one person was dumb enough to run.  Among these were Grand Bitch (She Mussel Bitch), Hash Cash (The Body), Religious Advisors (Tuck It Up the Butt & All Shaft No Head), Hare Raiser (Father Syphilis), Haberdasher (Squeeze Box), Webmaster (Father Syphilis), Hotline (Social Retard), Hash Mattress (High Beams South, Death By Dildo North).
Only two positions needed an actual vote, On-Sec and Joint Masters.  What is it with these two positions, that would make people run but also campaign?  The On-Sec candidates were Speedie Edie and that handsome devil Day Old Fish.  Speedie's campaign consisted of less Brownie jokes, while Day'O's was pro-Brownie jokes.  The pro-Brownies took it.  The campaign for Joint Masters was a brutal one.  Smear campaigns were started early in the race.  We had a total of six candidates, Squeef (not present, drunk somewhere in Ireland {acceptable hash behavior}), Death By Dildo, El Smeets (not present, still MIA {only acceptable if there is a good story or he was so wasted he forgot the story}), Lewis & Cock, C'Em Cummin, and late entry (Massive) Slutslinger.  After much debate, clear heads prevailed and we voted for tits and the funny drunk guy.  DBD and Slut took the victory and the reigns as the new Joint Masters.
It was unanimously decided that Hash Asshole would be renamed to Hash Wanker.  The obvious person to fill this respected title, Brownie.  Hash Bimbo has been taken over by new cummer Squawkin Little Midget Whore Bitch, honestly anyone not see that one coming.
Respectfully Yours,
DOF
On-On to Happy Hour (come on there has to be one some where)

After Erections, THWSRN and I returned to my place and made spinach artichoke dip. Then we watched the second season of Arrested Development. That show is pretty funny and I really enjoy watching it with her. Thanks for introducing me to the show.

Thurday I met her for lunch, we went to Cafe Java. This place is definitely one of my favorite places in Austin. I think she really enjoyed it, seems to have cheered her up. Throughout the afternoon, worked on my script, only pumped out about 5 pages. Thursday night, met the usual Thursday crowd at BB Rovers, The Body (his wife Tits R 4 Tricks), Great Dane Pain (his wife Amanda), Oldag (not a hasher but he should be) and Ass Gagger (her first appearance with the Thursday crowd. After several beers, Ass Gagger and I head over to meet the Full Moon crowd at the Tilted Kilt which included, Tuck It Up The Butt, Death By Dildo, Vagitarian, and Strap On Elvis. After several pitchers of beer we all headed home, well they did, I went to THWSRN's place.

I am way too tired to work today. This two day grind is going to kill me, don't know how people work 5 days straight. At least I only have 50 more minutes till lunch.

Tonight, I will be having dinner with Free Meat and THWSRN. Yesterday was I Pee Freely's first day back at work since returning from Thailand, so tonight we will go and make him our sushi bitch.

Suck

This evening, I came home and started watching the film Last Days. It is basically about a rock star during his last days before suicide, based loosely in Kurt Cobain. It was written and directed by Gus Van Sant, whose films I usually like. This film, just seemed to drag and drag. Within the first 5 minutes of the movie, I started to ask myslef, when do you turn off a film. By 45 minutes into the film, I was looking for a shotgun to deepthroat. I cannot say how painful this movie is.

On a brighter note, I Pee Freely arrived back from Thailand today. I went along with Free Meat and her sister to pick him up from the airport. The fool gained a little weight, his hair is gay as ever. But it is still good to have him back.

Tomorrow will be a relatively lame afternoon of movie watching, putting together a piece of furniture I bought for my bedroom and then vegging till the hash elections and afterwards Trevors Birthday bash.

I am now 53 minutes into the film Kim Gordon from Sonic Youth has shoowed up, I don't think she can redeem this film, unless she sings Kool Things for the next 30 minutes. Damn this film is painful.

To quote Wally Pleasant from Alternateen, "The day Kurt Cobain died, we both held each other and cried, but you made me feel a lot better, When you said, "Thank God it wasn't Eddie Vedder."

1:02 minutes into it, cannot take this anymore off to bed.

On-On to the elections

Survey Says

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name:	Timmy/Day Old Fish
Birthday:	7/6/73
Birthplace:	Corpus Christie
Current Location:	Austin
Eye Color:	bluegreen/gray
Hair Color:	brown
Height:	5'11
Right Handed or Left Handed:	ambidextrous
Your Heritage:	French Pacifac Islander/Jewish
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Black Kenneth Cole's
Your Weakness:	eyes
Your Fears:	being alone
Your Perfect Pizza:	the one shared with someone I care for
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	be promoted
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	you suck
Thoughts First Waking Up:	where's the snooze button
Your Best Physical Feature:	eyes
Your Bedtime:	whenever I am out of beer
Your Most Missed Memory:	the beer I was having at the bar and someone bumped me and i dropped it
Pepsi or Coke:	coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	Burger King
Single or Group Dates:	single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Vanilla
Cappuccino or Coffee:	neither
Do you Smoke:	no
Do you Swear:	very little
Do you Sing:	yes
Do you Shower Daily:	yes
Have you Been in Love:	yes
Do you want to go to College:	yes, need my P.h.D.
Do you want to get Married:	possibly
Do you belive in yourself:	yes
Do you get Motion Sickness:	no
Do you think you are Attractive:	YES
Are you a Health Freak:	somewhat
Do you get along with your Parents:	not really
Do you like Thunderstorms:	yes
Do you play an Instrument:	yes
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	yes
In the past month have you Smoked:	no
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	no
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	no
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	no
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:	yes
In the past month have you been Dumped:	yes and no
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	a few hearts
Ever been Drunk:	YES
Ever been called a Tease:	yes
Ever been Beaten up:	yes
Ever Shoplifted:	yes
How do you want to Die:	painlessly
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	retired
What country would you most like to Visit:	Greece
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color:	Blue
Favourite Hair Color:	dirty blonde
Short or Long Hair:	long
Height:	5'6
Weight:	proportionate
Best Clothing Style:	whatever makes them feel good
Number of Drugs I have taken:	today?
Number of CDs I own:	300+
Number of Piercings:	none
Number of Tattoos:	3
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	0
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

I dunno

I don't really know how I am feeling today. I am somewhat sad and at the same time somewhat happy. It's hard to explain, yet I shall try anyways. I just finished watching With Honors. While I was watching it, I was wondering what happened to the idealistic person I used to be. The guy that used to teach inner city kids, the guy that used to volunteer his spare time to feed the homeless. Now when I pass a homeless person I look at them differenty, I used to look at them and think there is some hope for them, now I just see them as I don't know what. I guess moving to Austin did have some negative effects upon me. Fort Worth, you did not see homeless people as much as you do here. Maybe living here has made me jaded. I look at some of the homeless as entertainment, I read their signs, and those that make smile I tip. (this first part was written Friday afternoon).

During the trip back from Slut's campout, Strap On and I were discussing this subject, turns out there is only one homeless guy in Austin that he gives money to, just so happens it is the same guy i give money to. He has some really funny signs, one says, "Need money for karate lessons, family killed by ninjas." He has about 20 signs that he runs through and they are all pretty damn funny. Of course the funniest sign I have ever seen was in San Francisco, "I can't lie, I am going to buy beer." I quickly gave the guy $20 and told him to get wasted. Since then I have seen that sign several times and it is always funny.

Is it wrong to see homeless people as entertainment? Well I guess it is better than how Brownie sees them, someone to get drunk and then take them across state lines to sodemize them and then leaves them to make there way back on their own. Much like his first true love did to him. That is why you see so many people with cardboard signs saying then need money to travel, it is all Brownie's fault .

Slut's 40th Birthday Weekend Camp Out

This weekend we celebrated (Massive) Slutslinger's 40th birthday by having a pub crawl on Firday and a campout on Saturday and Sunday. This is one of those events i have to attend, Slut is one of my closest friends and some say he is my mentor into the world of hashing. I like to think of him as my sidekick, since I am the one always coming up with the ideas. Either way, he is a blast to hang out with and he gets to hear most of my relationship woes.

The weekend started off pretty quiet, me goofing off all day Thursday. Thursday night Brownie suggested some people meet at Lil Woodrows for some beer and the Pitt game, I had no interest in the game but beer and Lil Woodrows are always a good combination. When i arrived Jug Tugger, Free Meat and Ass Gagger were already there. Later Brownie and Squawkin Little Midget Whore Bitch show up. Brownie has a beer and then takes off saying the bar has no character and the service sucks. After a few beers the group starts to dwindle, finally leaveing Ass Gagger and myself. We headed out to dinner and then met Free Meat and some non-hashers at Canary Roost. Tuck it Up the Butt showed up and a couple of other hashers, who I cannot remember at this point, needless to say my memory for the rest of the night went down hill. Although I do remember getting a repeat performance of Tuck It singing Margaritaville. It was really good.

Friday was preperation for the camp out, which meant Slut, Tuck It, a visitor from upstate New York and I headed to La Grange to unpack equipment and dig the fire pit. It also gave us a chance to pick out the choice places to pitch our tents. I left Austin 45 minutes later then everyone else, I forgot to take instructions, so when signal permitted, I would call people for directions. Needless to say I was lost a few times, but I still made it there before everyone else.

Friday night included going to see the Mad Cowboys at the Carosouel, which had a turnout of about 40 hashers. From the Carosouel the people attending the camp out headed to the Tilted Kilt (sponsor of the Full Moon). Some of us though headed to the Barfly with the hashers who were not attending the camp out. Strap On Elvis, Lewis and Cock and I went to the Barfly with the agreement that we would only have one drink. Well, after a drink for me and a beer for my two companions, we couldn't decide if we said one beer or one drink, so I had a beer and Strap On had a drink. Then off to the Kilt, by the time we arrive, the entire group is divinely hammered. We had a few drinks and then sang Alouetta to Just Brandy.

When the Kilt closed, there were a few after parties, I skipped them to head over to THWSRN's place. We had earlier in the day gone through what appeared to be the final breakup, but after some reflection and discussion, she changed her mind. Actually she made a decision that is the exact opposite of breaking up, we are only going to see each other. So it appears we have made it past the hurdle that was causing the constant breakups. I hope this works out, I have more fun with her than i have with anyone else.

Saturday morning, I head home to pack my gear and meet Strap On, we head to Slut's where people are meeting to caravan to the camp site. When we arrive, there is the usual level of hash disorganization. Strap On and I head out early so we can stop in Elgin for some barbecue. During the drive up Strap On and i discuss why hashing makes sense to the both of us. We bth grew up in small towns where there were a lot of field parties. When fielld parties were busted by the police, there were always that small group of guys who would run cross country, drunk, to get home or to the closest friends house. Both of us had did this several times throughout high school.

When we arrive there are already about 20 hashers at the site, it is 15 minutes after 12 and the kegs have not been tapped or for that matter even iced. The generator is still a no show, so I have to wait to start playing DJ, so we sit around for a few minutes, then I remember we had unpacked a few cases of liquor, so Strap On and I head over to the storage building to make a few drinks.

The hash that afternoon was pretty good, no major distance, but some decent shiggy. A lot of blood on trail. The only bad points would be where it crossed the evenings Full Moon run. Circle was pretty fun, but we floated the first of 5 kegs for the evening. After the hash, I needed a nap, had to make sure I would be able to go the distance. Had a little challenge with Hermaphrodites on Unicycles, he was still wanting reveng for the whole picture of my ass in his face. I wake up, have dinner and sit down at the three man table.

The rules the hash uses for three man sucks, not near enough drinking. The way i learned to play, is you roll a single die until a person rolls a three, that person is then three man. They had it where you voted the first three man and they remained three man until someone else rolled double threes or someone new joined the game (lame). We always played with a 4 and 1, 5 and 1 and 6 and 1 there was a hand to face gesture, they only played with the 4 and 1. They did use the standard ruled of passing out doubles. A 3 and 1 was just 3 man drinks, we always played that three man had to roll a single die for their fate, essential whatever they roll is multiplied by two. Everytime a 3 is rolled 3 man drinks. 3 sets of doubles and a new rule is made. I wanted the classic drinking ones, no saying any variation of the word drink, only the roller can pick up the dice, no cussing. the other hashers wanted, ladies kissing, every time someone rolls a 6 everyone flashes there chest. All in all, it was a pretty lame game, sure seeing the ladies breasts were good, and seeing them kiss was pretty cool, but geez, I sat down at the three man table to get hammered. Only three of us played the entire time. When three man was over I pretty much retired for the night.

This morning I woke up at around 6:45, by 7:30 I had my camp site cleared. Of course by the time I had everything cleared, I remembered that Strap On had rode with me. A couple of hours of sitting around, being pestered by Every Other Dick to eat some sweets. I keep trying to explained to her when my blood sugar is that low, a quick increase of sugar to my bloodstream could possibly kill me. I also received a few text messages from THWSRN, we have a date tomorrow night. After a while Strap On gets up, turns out Just Brandy had pissed herself passed out in his tent. She was named Tent Tinkler during the morning circle.

This morning I found out Hermaphrodites slept in his truck instead of his tent. The funny thing is, I had planned on not playing any practical jokes on him this weekend. The best joke is paranioa, Hermy slept in his truck because he was scared what I would have done to him while he was passed out. This is probably the best joke I could have played on him. I had planned on changing my pic for my blog thiis week, but I definitely need to keep it for at least another week or so. Hey Hermy, you're going to be in Austin next weekend, we can definitely start the jokes again.

Today when I arrived at my place, I had every intention of going to the hash after a short nap. Short nap turned into a four hour nap. Woke up way too late for the hash, which is good, as usual after a hash weekend, I am a little burned out on the hash.

This Wednesday, will be hash erections. I think that will be enough hash stuff for the week. Tomorrow will be recovery day, vegging day. Watch DVD's all day. Maybe see if THWSRN will have lunch with me, plus our date tomorrow night.

On-On to R&R

hrrrmmmm

Your Brain's Pattern

Structured and organized, you have a knack for thinking clearly. You are very logical - and you don't let your thoughts get polluted with emotions. And while your thoughts are pretty serious, they're anything from boring. It's minds like yours that have built the great cities of the world!

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

You Should Learn Portuguese

Muito legal! For you, learning a language is all about the lifestyle that comes with it. And Brazilian beaches, hotties, parties, and soccer matches are just your style.

What Language Should You Learn?

Crap

I have only been at work for 2 hours and my day already sucks. About an hour after I get in, I receive a message from a friend of mine saying he needed some help writing something. I was like no problem. Then he tells what he needs help with is, "Why he should be in the NOC," "What will he gain from experience in the NOC." Normally this would be no big deal, execpt that it said NOC. So my friend basically tells me, my time in the NOC has come to an end. Not only that, he wants me to write it for him. Okay, I can be a pretty small person at times, but I think writing up something so someone can replace me is ridiculous.

So as not to be a bad friend, i say, just come up with what you want to say and I will edit it for you. He throws a hissy. Seriously though, even if I were not being replaced, I would not write the entire thing for him. There are people who have NOC experience up for the position, there are people who want to use the experience to help with their career. Why should I help someone who does not even know why he wants to do it, other than to have time off the phones. The NOC is a crtitical position at the froot. Someone should not be allowed too sit in the chair if they are not ready to take the responsibility for all the call centers world wide. It is a lot of stress, if we are above service levels means layoffs, if we are below service levels, then I did not do my job and am causing problems worldwide. The wait of all frootcare is on your shoulders. Personally I think my friend would crack, the guy wakes up with panic attacks for gods sake. But if he is serious and reallly wants to do it, all he has to do is tell me why and I will edit it. Sure, everyone needs time away from tech support, but seriouslly, why should I do all the work for him when there are qualified people who want that position and know why, allso why should I write something for my replacement. Am I being a dick?


On a good note, I was having problems getting a vacation day for saturday, finally got it approved, so there won't be any problems with the campout. Except the music, sheesh the one thing I am in charge of.