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Charles is an actual person I used to unicycle with. Amazing guy. Blacksmith, Unicycle Rider (Giraffe, 36″ super wheel, Mountain unicycle, you name it) and Juggler. His specialty was juggling things that were designed to be juggled while on fire. The torches you can picture- there was a handle and everything. But the burning “balls” were pretty cool. Ironic pun intended. They had a spot on either side of the “ball” that was cool enough to touch. The spots were about the size of a nickel, and there were steel springs connecting the two touchable spots that made up the open framework that was the “ball”. Inside those springs was a kind of wick that you’d soak and set on fire. These things looked amazing around dusk. Seriously amazing.
What was wild was watching this person juggle things that were clearly on fire and shouldn’t be handled because, y’know, fire is hot. So your brain sort of got mixed up.
So, one time that I was watching, Charles bobbled a catch. The flaming ball hit the ground and rolled away. One of the unicycling kids that had been watching, fascinated, tried to be helpful. He ran over to retrieve that ball, and didn’t hear anything anyone was saying to him because he was enthusiastically saying, “I got it! I got it! Is it hot?!”
That’s when he burned himself. Because of course, he reached for it like it was a baseball- overhand. And flames rise.
What Charles was telling him that he didn’t hear was- “Only touch the spots! Pick it up underneath!”
Good kid. Marquis. Did a lot of community work and earned himself a unicycle. Probably doesn’t juggle.
Some of those Disc Golf hotshots come with twenty, thirty, even fifty discs. They’re racked in a sort of a golf wheelie, or in kinda travel luggage. There are probably names for them, but I don’t know them. I own a bunch of discs myself, but it’s because of long, slow acquisition, and not because I’m a discerning player. No, I have a set of three I tend to carry and play with, and I’ve got a bunch of extra discs that have been gifts, and found in the woods, and bought on whims… which means if you’re ever in the area of Memphis, you don’t have to bring your own discs. I’ll loan you a handful.
But I’ve only got three putters, so if we’re playing more than three of us, somebody’s gonna be putting with a mid-range.
It’s been a while since I’ve drawn a complete blank as to what to write in this space.
No, wait! I know! “Hey! Don’t forget to check out TSOJ’s blog!“
I’m going to try and get all the Volunteers who filled out the applications into the storyline at least twice… and that means occasionally dropping people into competitions they didn’t specify on their sheets.
Y’all say “Hey” to Claude. He’ll be back again at some point.
What sound does it make when a pedestrian is run over in a Vulcan street?
T’POW!
That’s funny, ain’t it?
You nearly got a black and white cartoon today. I went back to play Boatball (think sandlot kayak polo) today, and gosh, loading up boats and gear, then driving a half hour to the lake where the game is, then playing the game til the sun starts to set and then packing away, driving home (and stopping off for dinner) eats up a lot of time I usually try to burn up making Hubris.
On the other hand, I’ll have some photos of boatball to show you guys at some point.
That may not be the ‘other hand’. It might just be part of the first hand.
My youngest kid’s school had the first day of classes. I got up early… as early as I did last school year and the year before that… so as not to be in the way when everyone else got up and needed the bathroom and the kitchen. Half hour or forty five minutes early, and suddenly I’m exhausted! And of course today’s cartoon is filled with fiddly bits.
Chances are there’s a typo or two and lots of coloring issues. Feel free to track ’em down. I’m going to bed.
We’re about to start catching up on all the Patreon mailouts and updates to the site here.
If you’ve got anything you want us to take a look at, now’s a good time to point it all out.
Thanks!
We can rarely say what the outcomes of our actions will be, especially in the long term.
One might plan, for instance, to cover a lot of people in glop and aim a camera on them as they rush headlong into a swamp. The outcome you want is to come away with wonderful and hilarious video entertainment for a television show.
Somehow, though, you forget that the effect of a lot of people running into an area not usually traveled by large numbers at once has more to do with the people than it has with the amount of Costco brand canned dog food they’re wearing.
And your plan goes phut. (a word I credit to P.G. Wodehouse, and well done sir!)
On the other hand, that’s the short term. That swamp race goes on til night, y’know. And ‘long term’ might just take it’s own sweet time…
