Monday, January 21, 2008 - As a lonely wayward stranger, I creek open a rusty door to what looks to be the Blooming Fools Website. No one seems to be about. There are some faint footprints in the dust that covers the floor. Perhaps, there was a diehard hasher through here a month or so ago but it's hard to tell.

I find an old worn photo album and carefully open the cover. Apparently, most of the photos have been removed or faded away. There are still two pictures of a couple pirates. Maybe they ransacked the place and stole the rest of the photos?? Maybe THEY did away with all the other hashers???

I decided to move on and check out the rest of the place. There is a door to a room marked “Fo Rums”. Hoping I had stumbled onto the Fools stash of various Rums, I check my flask, polish off the last of my blackberry brandy, and push the even creekier (is that a word) door open. No rum in site, I pout softly to myself and take a gander about. It looks as though there has been a bit of a scuffle in the room fo rums (understandable if they were running out). Nothing too serious, I figure, but someone obviously got pissy and some feathers were ruffled. Through another couple doors and I find a sign-in book with the missing photos in it. At least that’s what I thought: Turns out there may have been a few hashers in the ancient pics but I think the photographer was a botanist or maybe just a rich guy who liked to take pictures. There were some pictures of his maid and maybe some grounds crew or servants – they dressed funny. I wish there was someone else in here to guide me…

I head back to the main room a bit discouraged. I see a door I almost missed hidden behind a wall of cobwebs. Inside the walls are covered with the names and faces of hashers past. But none of them look familiar. None except UP, Wack On (who I think I helped name) and Nasdic, he of course having been hashing since the beginning of time (please don’t grammar check this.) Hay, maybe his sons are old enough to date… Hash! I mean Hash…. But where is 3.5” and Dead Dog Walking (and his owner,*sigh*)???

At last I find a calendar! Maybe this will tell me where I will be able to find my long lost comrades… DRAT! It’s last year’s calendar!!! And I'm out of time: tomorrow's the FOOL MOON! WHERE ARE THEY?!?!?!?! Looks like they got together a bit at the end of the year. Maybe I’m too late. Maybe at the turning of the New Year they all resolved not to hash again! Oh horrid day!!!

At this point, in distraught anguish, I cry out in binary language at the top of my lungs (or keyboard) “Hay U Wankers!!! R U???”

Tune in next week when Miss Tary Mia gets a response… (Please…)