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[pyrephox]

Whee! I have possibly gained a racquetball partner. There is joy and happiness. Now, all I have to do is try and get where I'm not likely to bean her with a racquet by the time we play. My swings usually belong on a lasciviously titled video with naked, drunk college girls.

Also, pleased and happy at S&S stuff, and I suspect it will end in my character losing her vessel in a bloody spat of violence, since my character is squishy and fragile. But very hard to hit, on the upside. :P

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[amethystjade.livejournal.com]

While in college, I had two racquetball partners. One taught me how to play, and was patient and helpful while I tried to (1) remember the rules, and (2) hit the broadside of a barn. The other just liked to go with me sometimes when one or both of us were in bad moods, and we would take turns hitting the ball as hard as we could, chasing it around like idiots, and shouting.

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

See, that latter part is where all the fun is! Although I don't tend to shout. But the running around like an idiot, swinging wildly at the ball? That I can do!