I'm happy for the loss

As I sit here listening to eluvium on repeat, because that's how I practice multiball at night when I'm at home, I've really become happy over the loss of one of the backstreet boys (2.75inch clear acrylic). I don't remember if I highlighted that even via blag.

If I'm at the hookah bar, I juggle. Invariably. My friends play with whatever balls I'm not using, and I encourage that, it makes me happy to see people at least TRYING. And besides, contact juggling is just ball-moving. So, if you send a ball on a journey, you're contact juggling in my book. Plain and simple. It is definitely not a s00per seekrit club. Anyhow, Jason was fiddling around with multiball, and dropped one (happens 119202392 times a day, whatever), but it rolled underneath the couch. This usually ends up with us hugging the ground and using cell phone lights to locate the temporarily lost friend.

You know those vents on the ground that have those metal covers? Yea, there was a vent that was uncovered and guess what happened! Yep, one of the backstreet boys went on permanent vacation underneath the Firefly in Kent, Ohio. Awesome.

But in the week since then, I've really done a lot of polish with the 3 ball. My biggest problem is I tack on new tricks almost quicker than I can get them good enough to bring out of practice and into play. It's not a bad thing I don't think, it just means it takes a bit longer to polish certain things than it normally would. That's fine by me, but yeah. My 3 ball has improved a lot in this last week, it was kind of a nice vacation. I say this because I started working on a 3 ball shower and I didn't even know my fingers could do that sort of thing yet. Certainly not that fast of fluid, yeah, but just as a reference to what the heck the shit is.

"I walked around the entire house"

Oh you...