From: mdm@sparc2.prime.com (Michael D. McAfee)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: the dark elf returns
Date: 14 Apr 92 23:31:36 GMT
Reply-To: mdm@sparc2.UUCP (Michael D. McAfee)
Distribution: alt.callahans
Organization: Prime Computervision, Bedford MA



		[If I may slip into RL mode a moment, something's up 
	with e-mail.  For the last few days, the e-mail address that 
	I've been using, alt-callahans@ucbvax.berkeley.edu, has been 
	returning autodaemons from ucbvax that there's no such alt group.
	I'm posting now by hitting 'f' at the end of the newsgroup.  
	Does anyone know what the problem is?  E-mail me at 
	mdm@premise.prime.com not the address listed above.]

		The dark elf returns to Callahan's, having been unable
	to enter the last few days.  He wears an all-cotton shirt, with
	the long sleeves rolled up, over a mostly purple tie-dye.  His
	long silvery hair is done up in a bow, kind of like Porl from
	the Cure had his during "The Head on the Door" tour.

		"Hi, folks, sorry I've been away.  I see I have things
	to catch up on.  First, I see the Brumby made a musical pun.
	But I haven't heard any responses.  C'mon folks, you're not
	going to leave this alto myself, are you?

		"Second, Lamplighter, thank you for pointing out the
	Asimov quote in Oxford.  I didn't know there were any other
	quote books other than Bartlett's.  I see I'm missing a book
	from my library.  Any other SF people in there?

		"Thirdly, welcome Michael.  So there are now three
	Michaels here (me, the bartender, and you).  Coincidentally,
	the place where I work used to have just two Michaels (me and
	another) but we recently added a third.  Jungian?  Maybe.

		"Fourth, since Seawasp mentioned the SCA, a couple of
	subsequent comments about the Society have seemed, well, 
	disparaging.  I may be wrong, but that's how they sound here.  
	I am a member of the Society, and I get a lot out of it.  Again, 
	this is not to start a heated discussion, I just figured I'd
	stop any 'us-them' feelings before they start.

		"By the way, 'wasp, when you mentioned having a CRC
	handy after the fall of civilization, it took me a while to
	figure out you meant the handbook, not the Carolingian Rapier
	Company, which is a local fencing group (Carolingia is the
	SCAdian name for the Boston area).  Of course, if you did have
	the CRC handy, your need for bodyguards would be taken care of
	:) (I practice fencing with them, so if you need a bodyguard you
	can trust...).

		"And finally, because of my mail problems, I missed DM's
	birthday.  Waaah!  Oh, well, I'll just have to give you your
	present a few days late."  The elf brings out a recorder and
	plays a short tune.  Soon, a score of giant spiders come out of
	the forest carrying something between them.  When they reach DM,
	they bow (well, as much as spiders can bow) and present him with
	a new action suit, made out of giant spider silk.

		"Ahem.
			Bon anniversaire a toi
			Bon anniversaire a toi
			Bon anniversaire, cher DM
			Bon anniversaire a toi.
		"Mike, a Coke on ice for me, some insects for the spiders,
	and whatever DM'll have."

	Michael, the Chaotic
	(incidentally, 'wasp, this elf is also based on an early D&D
		character I played once, although his name was not
		Michael)
	disclaimer: my employers do not share opinions given in this 
			post, but would probably want to wish DM a
			happy birthday, anyway

		
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