One Flew Over The 5t Cuckoo's Nest;

Travis' instructions had been specific.
- Turn off the ping echo on his router at the node.
- Set the WAP password on the wireless function to a random hexadecimal number. He faithfully posted the number by his monitor on a Post-It, so Ursula would know where to tell him to look if he ever lost it.
- Name his wireless network after the worst "Dennis The Menace" in the neighborhood, and make the access password something offensive - he chose "y3lLow." His own addition had been creative. The password hint was not his usually chosen "gibberish;" it was "I feel violated!"

He grinned again. If The President of the United States ever found out that Travis was faking his letterhead for his personal use, Travis would catch more hell than even Mrs. Kirkpatrick could dish out. Travis was not usually THIS nutty, but Sam was his friend, and dutifully made up his own web site to assist in settling Travis' nerves. He didn't think it was THAT big a deal, but passing the Universal Resource Locator around among their friends and acquaintances would let everybody know that Travis was on a kick, and he'd get better before too very long. Meanwhile, Travis was going everywhere in person on his Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle, wearing a trench coat, a Private Eye hat, and sun-glasses, with a pipe firmly clenched between his teeth. Travis had taken the loss of the 5t Journal password 'thing' hard - the prankster who pulled THAT one was gonna pay in SPADES!

He and Ursula talked it over, and decided that a steady dose of Disney was what Travis needed. He took notes as he searched the IMDB site for answers. The 1974 release of "Where the Red Fern Grows," had been good, and so was 1957's "Old Yeller." He'd pick up the 1956 release of 1984 as well; Travis would get a kick out of that, and he'd see that there was absolutely NOTHING new under the sun. He picked up the phone. When Travis announced his presence, he began "How as your date?" Travis was noncommittal. "Well, at first she wanted to marry me to death, but now she's getting cold feet." "'Cause of your new diet of conspiracy conversations?" Travis could tell that Sam had seen right through him and confided, "I think I _like_ her Sam!" "I'll let Care-Bear know to Craig's List all the other ones then. You gotta treat this one right, or no-one will want to go with you again." This seemed harsh to Travis, but Sam knew that there was no more successful tool of Cupid's enemy "Nemesis," than too much flirting after you hook up. If Travis thought he couldn't GET another date he'd be on his _best_ behavior. "Thanks Sam, you're the current Chairman of THAT Expert Committee," Travis agreed. "By the way, Bubba called me back. He said that Movie Script he wrote _did_ get a reply. He's faxing it to me as soon as he can find it. Meanwhile, he said his best advice was send your idea in on a 28 pound stack of 28 lb paper. That way it'll be on classy media, be long enough for editing, not too long for a human being to write, and substantial enough to be thought substantive. He _might_ have passed the rejection letter on to his solicitor - it was all about unsolicited solicitations and procurement." Sam brightened considerably. If he was to make his mark on History, unsolicited submissions would be a major hurdle to surmount. "OK Travis, you take care now. We still on for disciplinary barbecue on Thursdays at 7:00?" "I'll be there with bells on - say Hi to the Nippons for me if I have class, will ya, I haven't officially cleared my schedule yet." "You bet." They parted secure in the knowledge that their friendship was better than money could buy.

Sam went in search of Ursula's laptop. He needed to fix her up with online access all over again. When the battery worked, that thing was more useful than a Swiss Army knife!