Earth’s habitable-zone lifetime is as long as 7.79 billion years. (Earth is estimated to be about 4.5 billion years old.) Meanwhile, the other planets had habitable-zone lifetimes ranging from 1 billion years to 54.72 billion years. Earth has a maximum carrying capacity of 9 billion to 10 billion people. Earth could continue to host life for at least another 1.75 billion years, as long as nuclear holocaust, an errant asteroid or some other disaster doesn’t intervene. Simple cells first appeared on Earth nearly 4 billion years ago. We had insects 400 million years ago, dinosaurs 300 million years ago and flowering plants 130 million years ago. Anatomically modern humans have only been around for the last 200,000 years — so it takes a really long time for intelligent life to develop.
At this juncture, audacious haze still attacks people’s daily life back and forth with over 200 PM2.5. Many of thirty-odd hashing participants like ordinary people wear the mask to brook single-economic “eclat”. Bangs With No Mercy without mask murmurs, “I feel my lung’s painful.” Bearded Clam as walking hare creatively tapes up a string of beer cans to make a Festivus pole for the “accuser” to use it in “accusation” part of the Hash circle. Even Just Lesha can speak right pronunciation of ACCUSATION taught by BWNM along the way. Crash Test Dummy surprisingly takes out two boxes of yummy cookies baked by himself to treat the hashers. Agent Orgy rushes over to assume power of new GM to moderate the agenda after she settles down Shit Head (her brother) in hospital due to his pancreas in low spirits, notably spreading her body to look up the sky and kneeling down in a navel of layers of circles on the flagstone ground, in front of her, there’s a chalk sketch that a fuzzy giant rocket spraying the fluid to erect. Expectantly she marshals the hashers to fly higher in new year. Fetus Envy carols Hash paean with emotion a chapter by a chapter and he scores his #10 patch. Breathing in Sink & Destroy’s songs and it goes to the length of echoing a peal in the open clearing. Heart On flutters to ride on Festivus pole to show a pose on the boil. Penis Tone cannot stop his aria as soon as he grasp his tone. Needless to say, three hares are hailed out to drink several times and two virgins accept Hash traditional welcome ritual. Nowhere Man sneaks to sip his own special drinks. Lost in Marks & Spencer as RA flourishes Festivus pole to lead a chorus of Swing Low in four versions all and singular in the end under screen of night. The half then fall to hearty dumplings in a reserved room in a freezing day.
For the first beer stop: giving wings to some ahead, such as S&D, Circle K, Finger My Dough, Tight Quim and so forth, via streets and avenues and stride over a gaping wall enclosing an expanse of waste land bristling with pitted shipshape ruts of bulldozer. Mussels from Brussels as hare runs in the lead on great occasion for unmarked dirt road. Slender confidence penetrates into pathless trail and grapples with betaking oneself to hasherless space to make a sweeping search for a sign. Again, MfB brings the perplexed hashers in the marked trail for a while and then hit the gathering point. An exquisite aureate iron wire deerlet artwork allures the hashers. Red Snatcher clicks Hasher pictures. A troop of walkers come over like Karate, Hard To Live With, Whose Red Weenie, Khlitleesi, Ezy Rider, Bjorn Again, etc. Consecutive hangovers are being lulled by the drowsy hum. For the second beer stop: all hashers strike a highball to 798 art district for an iron domed structure, one side steps on and another steps down as well as spooky empty inside, as if revealing a future function, good for a theater, bad for a sepulcher, and there’s one and the same in the immediate vicinity assorting with a fancy container restroom. An array of cute dwarf statues attract Undulator for a photo. Picking one’s way to zigzag through ant-hole-like art halls accompanying shout for On On from Super Squirter as hare. At the corner, halting to take pictures of fourteen runners before large-size star-gemmed Christmas tree, notwithstanding beside a red-handed big chimney emitting smothering smoke. Shortly moving out to a street and along sidewalk to get together with the walkers. S&D sits in Casper electrocar with a local toddler neck by neck. Damaged Goods buys crackers to share the hashers. MfB supplies more tasty cookies. Once taking road, at a mark of Open Check, S&D rides on cross-legged MfB’s neck to drag his feet. Pickle Boy first time observes a row of world mottos of law on the wall in the street bettering governmental slogans. Cutting through a residential zone and some blocks to return to restaurant.
Hash Roundup: on Saturday, December 19th, 2015, one female hasher from Tianjin H3 called GrassHopper and one male hasher from Beijing H3 named Benz Over finally held their wedding ceremony in Tianjin. Many hashers attended this big day to celebrate and congratulate this new couple of the hashers; At Friday night party, Pickle Boy over-drank diverse mixture to puke all the way and two days later, he recovered completely. Herein appreciate some hashers’s generous help, such as Filthy Habits, Molotov Cock, AutoBlow, Fetus Envy, Sink & Destroy, etc; Practically at the same time, Shit Head vomited to hospital until he is still staying there for 2-3 days, in particular for SH, this’s the last time for BJH3, how unforgettable it is! Hereof hopefully SH restores ASAP and has a regular healthy lifestyle. In all events, BJH3 lets the hashers feel warm with heart and soul. During the festival season, the safety is still top priority. Keep Hashers progress and peace. Merry Christmas! Prosit!
On On…
Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
December 22, 2015
