From dannimal@engin.umich.edu Tue Mar 1 14:10:38 1994 Date: Tue, 1 Mar 1994 11:35:41 -0500 (EST) From: dann Fuller To: shadows@umich.edu Subject: Ulysses 5 Alright! Finally some people in this family are showing a sense of humor! Sandr and I were continuing our journey through that warm beachy shadow, and I heard a 'clank' as I put my foot down. Looking down, I soon discovered a land mine, and I was standing on it. This is bad. Sandr tries to trump Laughter, but she doesn't want to help, that is until Sandr tells her that she does want to help. Poor lad, is he ever going to learn? You can;t go mind-fucking your family, not good PR. Anyway, Sandr, after angring Laughter enough so she won't help us, decides to nullify all the possible explosives in the land mine. This is good. Sandr pulls me through Trump off the mine, and as I leave, I hear 'click'. I look back through the trump, and see a steel pole with a flag on it. Examination of the flag shows: "Pass go. Collect $200" This is funny. Very funny. Very very funny. I trump Laughter, and I laugh at her. I tell her to tell Fiona that she owes us $200. We get it, in monoploy money. Sandr gets us enough money to buy dinner at White Castle. Mmmmm, good. During dinner, Laughter shows up. She is PISSED. Sandr is admonished. Laughter doesn't think we can take care of ourselves. She tries to force us to go home with her. Normally I wouldn't mind being forced to the home of a beautiful woman, but she's family. We don't want to go back to Amber just yet. She is insistant, but won't eat any Sliders. Phooey. Finally she agrees to eat, but then out of nowhere, beans us both on the head with something. Normally, I like the rough stuff with the ladies, but agian, she's family. We have a tug of war for Sandr, Which I win, and pull us all through Trump. Laughter leaves, mad. Sandr goes back to White Castle, and pulls me there. We go to a hotel that takes funny money, and get a room. I sit and watch some crappy porno movies, with some okay popcorn and soda. Sandr studies. I flush his smokes. Damn fool is going to kill himself with those. Well, maybe not, but they stink. Cameron Trumps me. He wants me to paint a Trump of Chaos. Ugh. I can't go there! That place is just dog-butt ugly. Too ugly. He persists. I persist. He relents, and explains that the Chaos attacks have been aimed at those without parents. I thank him for the info, and he tells me that if Chaos should come calling, we can call him. We part. Soon after, there's a knock on the door. I didn't order anything, so Sandr checks for trouble. Trouble it is, Chaos. We go home. Cameron is not suprised. HE gets a trump call. It's his uncle. He wants to talk to Sandr. His uncle suggests that Gerard might be a good mediator for the talk. I trump him, and he agrees. Cirion, Cameron's Unc, mentions that Sandr is on the Billlboard Top Ten in Chaos. I go back to my room, and continue to study Power Words. Next morning, there is much glaring at breakfast. Chatter abounds about a naked Laughter. Sandr and I discuss paths to take in life. Summary: Does Sandr want to continually get beat up, or does he want to be happy. I try to take Sandr on my morning run, but he doesn't want to. I insist. He resists. I pick him up, and carry him. He finally convinces me to put him down. I don't know what's up with him. Running is healthy. Out on my run, while I'm trying to figure out why Sandr is being lame, it hits me. D'oh! Sandr's not being lame, I am. His legs are still fucked up. He can't run. And here I am, Mr. come on and run, baby. Idiot. I'll apologize when I get back. My question is, why didn't he just say that his legs wouldn't let him run?