A 255 terabits per second fiberoptic network which could transport the entire Internet on a single cable that is 2,550 times faster than the fastest single-fiber links in commercial operation today, i.e., it could transfer a 1 GB movie in 0.03 milliseconds or the entire contents of your 1 terabit hard drive in about 31 milliseconds.
The Yahoo Run
Technology leads confined human body into a vast virtual space and touches off imagination to maximum of revivifying the power of nature. In the world of sexual dimorphism with high-octane evolution, feminineness sheds light on their stability and harmonization for female respectability and weight in this competitive society. Three first-class young lady hares manifest indication of meliorism towards twenty nine hashers. Yahoooo! Quite so!
A bright spring day becomes eminent. The ordinary people effuse with princeliness in hard-earned clean air. The flamboyant circle ceremony takes place in bare brush of a treelawn on roadside interspersed with figurative stone chairs. Creamy Lips snatches up Malaysian snacks like a casket of rolls and two bags of crisps to treat the hashers; Hash flag hangs on the branches symbolically. High-frequency sightseers have a layover for the hashers. Dazed and Confused attiring his hash-patch frock functioning as GM and Comes On Vacation as RA holding Jingo topping a pixie hat, in turns, officiate at grand occasion; Dry Hole and Puppy win leopard toilet seat for his fastest move in finishing point; five local young men playing the role of newcomers bashfully embrace a hashing baptism by signature Hash song and rep souvenir, their mentor Just Mia engaging in interpreting for them; for hares’s gig, incontestably and unremittingly drinking for which Chokes One Out distills from Shit-Faced CockMaster to Heart On for mademoiselle’s Antikythera mechanism; D&C catches up on a #69 Beijing HHH run patch for Crash Test Dummy and #300 patch for Breakfast Included as well as #10 patch for Agent Orgy separately; Pickle Boy eggs the hashers on doing justice the beer by volunteering BeerB**ch; a local spectator mistakenly describes the hashers as beer-seller. A cascade of situational Hash songs fluttering from the hashers beseem live rhythm; capping a climax is that CoV searches out Just Paul for his Hash handle and gets through knock-down-and-drag-out controversy on site, turns out to be christened as Dark Shaft by which most hashers irrigate his head and topless body on his knees in circle with spring nappy beer, in lockstep with The Hasher Song, laughter and screams that makes a clean breast of firework of scene vibe; and what have you. Needless to say, a wrap-up is that CoV strikes up a chorus of Swing Low with all and singular by gesture system. When eighteen eaters sit around two food tables, the beer has hogged taste bud, opportune lavish Xinjiang dishes and roomy decoration are impressive, though.
At first beer stop on wayside, an accommodating junior owner of small shop attempts to speak English to communicate with the hashers. COo, Sink &Destroy and AO shape a triad to descant on finger-popping rap that attracts numerous eyeballs; PB asserts that Fabianism outclasses Radicalism and Keynesianism, even that long history is more harm than good for futurism; Shaven Not Stirred and Teddy Secret dressing a leotard as before team up to pose for a camera’s shot; Bearded Clam wears as much bushier and longer side whiskers as Lost in Marks & Spencer’s stubbles that seem to caption a face-fungus to represent an android idea; six walkers rendezvous with the runners. The majority enjoy in passing to exchange a couple of words each other, in particular Karate; CTD clicks his phone for taking hashing pictures; CumShot sits on a stool for a break subsequent to her ramble in a roundabout way; and so on. From starting point, cuckoo fault is swollen with confusion, no trace of repugnance and might well have fared worse, but so long as taking one’s cue from the others insinuate themselves into strange maze-like hutongs, looking about local newcomers who still maladapt the callings by simple English words to move forward—a casual start would be an ageless pursuit. High-performance S&D shouts out the marks to bail the followers out of stuck Open Check (altered to call Yahoo for this run), Two-Way and Three-Way; Finger My Dough drudges to check the sign in another shunpike in his power; hanging one’s head for farthing of marks for a while, serviceable and magnanimous signs show up to be discovered by launching out into logical deduction from nonsensical riddles for second length cranked up by RA.
Not long after, Earth Altar Park, which’s ancient royal garden in old world, charges two kuai for an admission per head, where the hashers frequented, and enigmatically looking out for a mark, meanwhile Jingo and Puppy are kept off to inside and DH has to drag them in tow to other entranceway to gather the hashers; BC first locates a mark to yell out of checking status in which an under-peopled temple fair is going on with festooning red lanterns and streamers for Spring Festival. It’s said that Red Snatcher takes a spill somewhere; Just Joyes utters a cry for a mark on the top of her voice; with a long-winded race, running out of this busy garden, S&D finds out a sign on a meandering byway along with a bald green belt, crossing a skewed street to hit second beer stop seated at the end of alleyway. The runners and walkers get together in succession. Some keep silent such as SFCM, Horny On Top, etc; Master Baker smokes alone and suits up a glowing sportswear, but opts out in advance; Just Sarah steps in from nowhere as latest comer; two big groups while away the time in well-bred fashion for minutes, then taking the road for sure. Striding over a stone bridge and across a bustling intersection, penetrating eyes has to be surrogated by COo to lead a way out from a point of Open Check (Yahoo!), and down to a twisted long wood aisle along a canal for a distance, then landing up a stone bridge to turn left to run through somewhat hustling blocks under escort of public attention, on left to see the starting point for home restaurant. All things are gained possession of pray in a starting point by RA who blesses all hashers, all hares and hashing trails that become of what it is: safe, happy and favourable.
On On…
Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
March 03, 2015
