Fall Practices

Ah, autumn... time for falling leaves, shorter days, elections, rain, salmon spawning into oblivion, waning attention spans, and the gathering of hash rabble for a late-night, full-moon run in costume...


All the hash


Sarah Palin makes an appearance at the hash, seen here with insider cronies Pussies Galore (Monique) and Stoolie (Tim).


You want change? I'll show you change... watch how quickly I can slip into my thigh-high black boots...


Sarah Palin and potential cabinet member, SuperBitch, socialize at the annual event. Captain Picard stands by to vaporize left-leaning liberals and redistributionary socialists. Considering this party was in Canada, he had a busy night.


Sarah Palin's headlamp doesn't quite go with the $150,000 wardrobe, but it's an essential accoutrement for running trails in the dark with a bunch of crazily-dressed thirty- and forty-somethings. Any guess about what the the lady in yellow is dressed as?


Other characters encountered on this night of strangeness... the Chiquita fruit "lady" and a very scary fairy

Warning... the next photo is disgusting and not meant for young eyes...

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A Hooters beauty...


There's a vote for Palin!


Spawning Salmon for Sarah!!
Crowded rally at Goldstream Park... lots of milting going on

Ok, so this fall has been somewhat dull, hence the starving blog.
What do you expect? It's the economy, stupid!

A poem for the times...

Nothing Gold Can Stay
- Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.