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To encourage hashers, and hash virgins, to take responsibility for ensuring they have received proper run credit, the deadline for reporting missed runs will be Thursday evening following a run. As run stats are posted to the website by noon of the Tuesday following the run, hashers will have 2 1/2 days to review the run stats to confirm they've received credit for the run just held.
The reason for the Thursday deadline is we close out the run accounts and run records for a run on Friday mornings. Corrections entered before Friday help ensure we have an accurate accounting of the run.
It is hoped with this policy in place the number of hashers that pay the signup fee and walk away before having their name marked off on the signup list will be reduced. This will also eliminate the cases where a hasher comes to us weeks, months, or even years later asking to correct a missed run in the records.
Missed runs can be reported via email to the Webmaster.
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The city condo-folk had to make do with baht buses for this run as our usual psychedelic transport together with Johnny Tralala had been double-booked by the Rolling Stones. They reportedly offered 100 baht more. The hares today wouldn't have looked out of place lining up with the band either. What Yao Yao and Spag Head don't know about hashing isn't worth knowing. I heard Spag just threw the paper in the wind and the run set itself! Anyway, a fine run it was with a great variety of terrain and enough hills and trees to keep me happy. Some said it was too long - the girls are always saying that about my dick too - fuck em (them too). We got back from the exercise part to find that the hares had carefully cleared away the snow and left a perfect circle in which the show unfolded. It was so neatly marked that it could have been put down to wizardry - but Harry Potter remained uncommitted on the subject. ET, the maths teacher, was notably among the raffle winners again. Maybe he has some secret formula for crunching those numbers. My daughter Cum Yak Yak got me an early drink for her comments on getting back: "Dad, has my eye-liner run?" Yes I know that you are growing up dear, but this is the hash! Apparently, she had been rescued by Chicken Fucker in the bush somewhere from a bunch of wild men - how gallant, but Really Sadistic Bastard and Festering Streaker aren't really so intimidating, are they? Our resident lawyer Fuck The Truth was taking advantage of the lack of transport today and offering lifts to the stranded ones. Of course, he was going to choose the destination and charge 3000 baht per letter, as lawyers do. It was pointed out that Yao Yao had stooped to the level of us mere mortals and actually hared a run. I believe that Spag probably had to carry him across the streams, as is right and proper for our distinguished royalty. While I have been away, we have gained an Emperor! Airhead pointed out to us what should have been obvious all along - that Hell Boy and Miserable Cunt (despite their different nationalities) are long lost brothers. It was noted that for once the teutonic Hell Boy was the good guy and that Miserable represented all that is bad from the Isle of Wight. It was suggested that Harry Potter, who has recently been robbed in Bangkok, should check Fini's place out. What is being suggested here! Anyway, the moral seemed to emerge that you should watch your gear or you'll get shot in the Philippines?! Lance-my-arse-a-lot (who looked very much like Rudi Voeller) turned up in the circle for the second time to have his 2 cracks named. They looked so young that their aggregate age was about 16 and suggestions were made about finding their pictures on more dubious internet locations. There were some very notable anniversaries, which I didn't make a note of. However, somebody did point out that although Spag Head achieved 50 hares today, he didn't have that many hairs on his head! The night was coming to a close when we were introduced to the Amazon, who looked to be a very interesting hasher from yesteryear. To round off, Festering Streaker related an amusing story about Missing Link being pissed up in his wheelchair in Cairns. As well as a new Emperor, I was pleased to discover that there are now freshly cut limes provided by our brewmaster Bottomless Pit to go with your San Mig Light. What a fine chap he is! After the hash hymn, we all disappeared to TQ2 and got absolutely arseholed. That is why I am writing this nearly 24 hours later. Thanks go out to the management and staff at TQ2 for their hospitality. We value our hash bars. On On NMC
