World Watch OnLine: The UnOfficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
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Greetings
The Cyclone Rangers
Re: World Watch OnLine 19 - 10 Feb. 1997  (4)
Book sequel?
heh :) guess what *I* found :)
favor
Mailing list subscription
Buckaroo Banzia!!
BUCKAROO BANZAI VIDEO IN MINT CONDITION!
rental 
A new BBI: Red
TABB Videotape
"HELP"

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Greetings,

Hey folks. It's that time again. Hope everyone is hale and hearty.
First thing:
Those with HBO may be interested to know they're showing The Movie
this coming week. Twice on Monday and once on Friday. 
Call your local cable company and all that jazz. (Those looking for a tape,
last I remember, the one on cable actually looks better, so you might be
better off doing that.)
Other things:
Added a page devoted to the music of BB to the Site. Aside from the info
from Relayer's site on "Rocket 88" and the info on "Since I Don't Have You"
from the old newsletters, there's a bit on Michael Boddicker, who did the 
actual soundtrack. Haven't gotten the Billy Vera info up yet. 
Plus added a page on the Banzai Institute, for those without the book
who are curious *exactly* what it is and how it operates.
And, the first installment of an newly declassified early BB adventure is 
included, courtesy of Apache.
Hope this prompts a few more to get their creative juices flowing.
Well, that's it for me this time, save for a few comments on the posts
below.

Take care,
Chris
"If you haven't gotten where you're going, you're not there yet." - George Carlin
 

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Subj:	The Cyclone Rangers
Date:	97-02-11 23:27:15 EST
From:	fish@ticmail.net

THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS TOP SECRET AND IS TO BE VIEWED ONLY BY
MEMBERS OF THE BLUE BLAZE IRREGULARS UNDER THE ORDERS OF DR. BUCKAROO
BANZAI PhD.

			The following is a gratuitous plug!
	Due to the recent declassification of documents under the Freedom of
Erroneous and Vaguely True Information Act of 1997, we of the Cyclone
Rangers are now able to give you some insight into the lives that we
have been living since the early 1990's.
	The Cyclone Rangers Homepage explains it all.  You can find us at 

		<http://www.frognet.net/~bwinner/cyclone.htm>
	
	Please take the time to stop by and check us out.  You can even read
our first story if you like!  As our files become declassified, we'll be
bringing you our further adventures, as told by the members of the
Rangers that lived them!  Special thanks to Rev. Bryian E. Winner for
maintaining our Website, which like the rest of the web, is constantly
under construction.
	
						Domo Arigato,
						
					   Daniel "The Fish" Trout  
					Tellecommunications Specialist, 
					  Xenobiological Consultant     
				    Mystic Brotherhood of the Sacred B-Roll
					  	Cyclone Rangers


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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 19 - 10 Feb. 1997
Date:	97-02-11 08:23:48 EST
From:	MalyfasMOR

i forgot how to respond to WWatchOne, so i'll just use reply and let ya bash me...
For all youns lookn for video's, just come to the cleveland ohio area...THEY'RE
EVERYWHERE!!! saw 3 at a flea bizar for$20, hills dept store for $19.95,
K-mart $19.95 and blockbuster video, dont rember the price.  by the way,
there all NEW!
I looked for my copy for 5 years, and now its everywhere (and i paid through
the nose for mine!) but be envious of me...I saw the movie in the theater
when it was in 3rd week of release!!!
MalyfasMOR 
a.k.a. Msgt BulletCatcher<Damage Inc>

WW1>> Well, for posts to the List, I'd prefer if folks would put in subject 
lines (makes the Contents look more interesting <g>) but I'm not gonna 
"bash" anyone. Doubt Buckaroo would approve. <<WW1

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 19 - 10 Feb. 1997
Date:	97-02-11 11:51:12 EST
From:	Paul_Czaplicki@notes.toyota.com

Paul Czaplicki
02/11/97 08:44 AM
Just read in the last WWOne that Sean Murphy is working on an article for
Video Watchdog.  On behalf of all BB fans, please keep us updated on when
the article will be published.  Video Watchdog is one of the best magazines
for providing true critical insight into the content and development of
movies.  They did a great job on Blade Runner (although the coverage of Big
Trouble in Little China was somewhat weak).  Speaking of Big Trouble, has
anyone ever noticed that some of the same folks behind the camera also
worked on Big Trouble?  It's a great flick, I recommend it to all the BB
fans.

PCz

WW1>> Seconded. Everyone go watch 'Big Trouble...' right now!! <<WW1


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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 19 - 10 Feb. 1997
Date:	97-02-11 10:06:10 EST
From:	lf@cais.com (Apache)

	Here's a couple questions and answers relating to stuff in the
posting this morning.

> What made me even happier was the supply of 
> bootleg soundtracks which were available for only $40.
> It's not just me, right? There are more out there who would 
> like to purchase a real, legit, official soundtrack, aren't there?

	Is this bootleg soundtrack a tape of the one that was put together
in 1984 for the actual movie?  They were going to do one -- I remember
hearing that a deal for a quarter of a million had actually been struck --
and then (famous last words) Begelman pulled the plug, wouldn't release
the rights.
	I have no idea how much of that is actually true, incidentally.

> about The Novel
>  in fact the copy I
> got is in excellent shape and it is the first printing..  (I don't know
> if they did any more than one printing, someone else know??) 

	No -- only one printing, and in fact, a lot of *that* printing was
destroyed because it didn't sell -- the thing where they rip the covers
off and return them to the publisher, and pulp the rest of the book. 

cheers,
Apache

WW1>> Ack! All those copies of that wonderful book, destroyed...
I'm going to go have a cry somewhere now.  <<WW1


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Subj:	Book sequel?
Date:	97-02-12 14:09:58 EST
From:	scooter@universe.digex.net (Steve `Scooter' Kramer)

Okay, I think we're relatively certain at this point that a second
Buckaroo movie is not coming out -- not that I would have wished for the
producer to shoot himself in Las Vegas, and knowing that Credit Lyonnais
is selling to make money, like they're supposed to be.  There you are.

The next question I suppose should be are there going to be any more
Buckaroo books?  A movie would of course be preferable, but perhaps if
they see how well the books sell, the studios might just be convinced.  I
gather Earl Mac Rauch would still be interested in doing so...does Credit
Lyonnais own the rights to all the characters as well?

Barring any professional writers taking on the job, well, I think it's
time some fanfic (other than the passable World Crime League script) was
written...

WW1>> Yeah, darnit! There were a couple of fanzines back then. Where are
all the creative folks these days? I could put them up on the Site or serialize them
here. Whaddaya say folks? We've already got a start on this at the end
of the digest. Read and enjoy. <<WW1

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 19 - 10 Feb. 1997
Date:	97-02-12 08:59:46 EST
From:	YellowVega

Hello Chris!!!  Was so happy to hear that you own a Banzai T.  I have been
trying to get an answer from Starland for 2 1/2 months now about purchasing
one.  They keep ignoring me.  Anyway, what does yours say?  I would LOVE to
own the soundtrack!!!  Also, did any other BANZAI fans cringe when they saw
Peter Weller in that lame romantic movie on Showtime?  I mean,  we all have
to come up with the rent money somehow, but this was worse than a soap
opera.!!!  I am still recovering....Blue Blaze Irregulars should avoid it,
unless they pretend it is a morphed Lectroid impersonating Buckaroo!!!
Catcha later, ~Stella


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Subj:	heh :) guess what *I* found :)
Date:	97-02-12 20:11:57 EST
From:	sholinat@smartt.com (yes)

-- [ From: yes * EMC.Ver #2.5.02 ] --

just to let you all know, i have done the impossible today :)
i must be the luckiest BB fan out there :)
i phoned up 2 stores in under 30 seconds, and found a mint (and i mean MINT)
copy of the novel with pictures for $3.75 Cdn.
can you say LUCKY :)
just wanted to share my happiness with you all :)
cheers all, and no matter where you go, there you are :)

Steveo


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Subj:	favor
Date:	97-02-13 10:05:52 EST
From:	102522.2037@CompuServe.COM (Ernest Cline)

Hey Arc Light,

You might want to check out ym new Banzai Institute page. Its had
a complete overhaul, new graphics, everything. I think everyone will
dig it. ANy suggestions, let me know.

Thanks!

Rafterman, aka
Ernest Cline


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Subj:	Mailing list subscription
Date:	97-02-14 03:12:46 EST
From:	ted@ibexbsc.com (Ted)

The mailing list sounds like fun!
What got me started?  I've always been a Buckaroo fan.  "No matter where
you go, there you are", has been one of my own aphorisms since the late
60's; I suspect someone filched this directly from my brain, but WTF,
there's no copyright from neural patterns.

All that aside, I'm looking for some new T-shirts.   Five more washings,
and my current stock of BB and Racing Team T-Shirts will be lint.  It's
a shame: they get more recognition than a Petty RT shirt or adverts for
Planet Hollywood!

Best,
Ted


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Subj:	Buckaroo Banzai!!
Date:	97-02-14 13:00:20 EST
From:	the_extreme@juno.com (Jeff Dehut)

Hey ya'll,

       Just thought I'd pop on here to say that a friend of mine gave me
a copy of the greatest movie of all time, BUCKAROO BANZAI!! So now I can
watch it any time I want to!! My dad wasn't so hot on all the swearing in
the movie though, maybe I'll get rid of them somehow, I've had some
experience working with editing equipment so maybe when I have the time
and someone lets me use the equipment I'll do that. Is there anywhere I
can download (Even a little piece of...) the original theme music of BB?
And is there any other great sites that have BB stuff on it? Last
question, does someone have a BB desktop theme for Windows 95? I would
REALLY like to have one. Or at least some good pictures.

Jeff D.
Perfect Tommy
Pro the Jeff
Never give in, never, never, never, never.


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Subj:	BUCKAROO BANZAI VIDEO IN MINT CONDITION!
Date:	97-02-15 02:06:19 EST
From:	airtech@juno.com (Gabriel P Aguilar)

TO ALL BB FANS:
	
	I read the latest issue of World Watch One and was amazed by the
claim that TAOBBATED video is worth $150. Is this true? because if it is
I'm going to have a heart attack . Last month I had the video and I could
have purchased it in it's original case (mint condition) for $10!!!!! I
rented the movie and when I returned it I asked the employee how much he
would sell it to me for and he said $10! I was short on cash at the
moment so I procrastinated to buy it later. Now that I've just found out
it's being sold at $150 I'm going crazy!!This could be the last ditch
opportunity for me to get the video in such a good condition!!!

				Maelstrom is Paradigm

P.S.Take my advice, if anyone out there is looking for a copy of BB check
out a local unsuspecting video store. You might just be able to snag one
helluva deal for the video!!


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Subj:	rental 
Date:	97-02-15 17:01:54 EST
From:	Kcn711

Hey Folks!

     I found a copy  of The Movie to rent. For those of you in the
Chicago Il area It is the Windy City Video at the corners of Halsted and
Sheffield. Good Luck

Kevin


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Subj:	A new BBI: Red
Date:	97-02-26 14:56:58 EST
From:	DianePlan9

Greetings from newbie BBI, Red (Dianeplan9@aol.com).  I'm 29 and BB has
always held a place in my heart since its first release.  I've recently
discovered the joys of the internet, which has opened up to me a network of
BB info.  I have been collecting various affordable BB memorabilia and, a
collector of soundtracks and film scores, I am VERY PATIENTLY awaiting the
official release of the soundtrack.  Or any release for that matter; I don't
think, however, that it's fair to ask $95 for a bootleg version!  Not that I
could find that one.  My specialty is the study of English literature; as a
BBI, have also studied several languages, including Japanese, German, Madarin
and Russian.  My great thanks to y'all for bringing back Rawhide, as this was
my one major bone of contention with the film.  They don't grow 'em like him
anymore! Am looking forward to receiving my first newsletter----Red


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Subj:	TABB Videotape
Date:	97-02-26 22:11:24 EST
From:	jwmc@fastrans.net (jane works/mario conte)

We want to purchase a copy of TABB (Vestron Video) and want to know if 
anyone can help us find a copy.  We are at a lost as how to search for 
this item.  We would appreciate any help.


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"HELP!"
- lf@cais.com (Apache)

	This is a story, set in 1973 or 1974, of how Buckaroo and Rawhide
first joined up, and how the Banzai Institute was first established. In
this story, they've met once before, briefly, in Antarctica, and Rawhide
invited Buckaroo to spend the summer at his uncle's ranch outside Cody,
Wyoming.  This story also has Sluggo, who is mentioned as having died
before the adventures in 1984. 





	Rawhide was intrigued when his guest unpacked a long, narrow
bundle.  He was flat-out astonished when his new friend unwrapped from the
bundle a sheathed sword that proved to be a samurai katana in the
incongruous confines of an old ranchhouse in Western Wyoming.

	Scratching the nape of his neck, the Texan asked mildly, "You
expectin' ronin?" 

	Buckaroo Banzai glanced over at him.  The question was not meant
unkindly. 

	"Hold still," Banzai said.  Swifter than thought, he whirled the
razor-sharp blade from its scabbard and without any hesitation in
movement commenced the intricate series of exercises called iaido,
centered on the big young cowboy. 

	Rawhide stood impassive as the long blade whistled and divided the
air millimeters from his shoulders, his chin, even his eyes.  A small
breeze, raised by the speed of the blade, moved a wisp of hair onto his
forehead; in the next instant, Banzai's blade trimmed that wisp away.  It
was several minutes before the young half-Japanese scholar brought the
sword to a position of conclusion. 

	Neither man spoke while Buckaroo Banzai observed the formalities
of sheathing the sword.  Banzai was a trifle uneasy as he turned his
attention back to his friend, whom he knew would not respond well to
anything he considered to be showing off. 

	But even on short acquaintance, Rawhide understood that the odd
mixture of character traits that was Buckaroo Banzai did not possess a
weakness for vulgar display.  He didn't know why Buckaroo had chosen to
practice his swordplay in front of him, but he knew why not. 

	"I needed a haircut," the Texan allowed, running a hand over the
untidy waves of his thick red hair.  "Shave, too," he conceded. 

	Buckaroo smiled.  "It is a way of thinking, or more properly, of
not-thinking," he said.  "This was my father's sword, and his father's,
for six generations." 

	Rawhide raised his eyebrows.  Tradition in his family was anything
that lasted ten years.  The family was pretty sure that some of their
ancestors had come from Ireland, but more than that...  It was another
window into Banzai's manifold identity-- and it was to uncurtain that
window, Rawhide realized, that the man had engaged in his dramatic
display. 

	"Make a hell of a Wild West act, Buckaroo," Rawhide observed.  He
folded his arms over his chest with a friendly smile that said the rest of
what he was thinking. 

	Immensely pleased, Buckaroo shot back, "OK, we'll do it, but
you'll have to wear a bikini and hold a cigar in your teeth."

	Rawhide's deep laugh exploded out of him and became something like
a sustained howl.  Finally he managed to say "Je-e-e-sus," before laughing
again. 

	Buckaroo Banzai appeared to consider this comment.  "You're
probably right," he said judiciously. "You don't have the legs for it." 

	This set Rawhide off again, almost to the point of choking. 
"You're a dead man, Banzai," he gasped, but couldn't draw enough breath to
make on good his threat. 

	Banzai took pity on him, after a fashion.  "When you're through
procrastinating," he said severely, "I'll be out back, saddling up."  He
exited. 

	Rawhide grabbed his Stetson and, pausing for a moment's look at
the exquisite haft of the samurai sword, took long strides for the door. 


	It was early June, no more than late spring in these Wyoming hills
that knew so long a winter.  The two young men, glorying in the sensation
of no obligations, rode almost at random through the high grass and newly
leafing trees.  Rawhide had spent many summers on this ranch, which
belonged to his uncle Joe and aunt Betsy, but the country was new to
Buckaroo. 

	They talked easily, as they had from the very first, of nearly
everything.  Their fields technically did not overlap, yet they found
between themselves an immediate community of interests, both fascinated by
areas as widely separated as neolithic irrigation, the curious boxes of
Joseph Cornell, and the unknown source of a flea's ability to leap twenty
times its height. 

	Most of all, they shared a conviction that the separation of these
fields was a false distinction, that the world and the many arts and
sciences exploring its nature were essentially one beautiful and
mysterious whole. 

	"My father once said that 'mystery is the source of all art and
science,'" Buckaroo mused.  "I was three, but I remember..."  his voice
trailed off. 

	"I was wearing a watch for the first time that day, enjoying the
juxtaposition of its accuracy and how the second hand went around and
around and never came to rest.  I could sense the relationship between
linearity and cyclic reality; I knew I had a beautiful, simple example of
something true right there on my own wrist...  My father understood what I
was thinking, and said those words to me.  For some reason, it made my
mother very, very happy that he did..."  His voice was nearly inaudible. 

	"I've never known why, just her joy."  Rawhide knew he was
listening to a man talking to himself.  "Hikita-san doesn't remember it." 

	"Who?"

	Buckaroo snapped back to the present.  "Professor To-ichi Hikita,"
he said formally.  "My surrogate father.  He raised me after my
parents..." 

	Rawhide nodded.  "Sorry."

	"You'll meet him," said Buckaroo.  He grinned suddenly.  "You may
even like him." 


	"Business or pleasure?"  The Customs Inspector's sixth sense was
going off like a four-alarm fire.  Three small, slender men, Oriental --
Chinese?  he wasn't sure -- off Northwest Orient 721 from Hong Kong.  Gray
suits, ties, Homburg hats of a type favored this year by Japanese and
Filipino businessmen.  The Customs man checked every item in their
luggage, even ran his fingers around the collars of their neatly folded
shirts, looking for -- what?  weapons?  He put his fingers down the toes
of their shoes, unzippered their dop kits.  Nothing, nothing. 

	But there was death hovering in the air around these men as
plainly as if they'd had blood on their hands. 

	Nothing.  The Customs Inspector was frustrated.  Malaysian
passports, but these guys weren't Malays.  A few years of Customs work at
SeaTac International Airport taught you to recognize many different
Oriental ethnic characteristics at a glance.  And of course, before that,
there'd been his all-expenses-paid tour of Southeast Asia, courtesy of
Uncle Sam -- but these guys, he just couldn't place them.  Red Chinese,
from the North maybe? 

	A trickle of businessmen from Communist China had been coming
through his station during the past year, in the wake of Nixon's visit to
Peking -- Beijing, he corrected himself.  Spies?  He could informally warn
his FBI buddy about these three -- he had memorized their names and faces
-- but that didn't feel like the right answer, either.  Real spies were
drab -- you never knew they were there.  These guys -- it was subtle, but
not beyond notice -- these guys meant danger. 

	"Business or pleasure?" repeated the Customs man.

	"Our business is our pleasure," answered one of them with a
polite, false smile. 

	"And exactly what business would that be?"

	"A visit to the son of my father's teacher," said the answer man.

	The Customs Inspector stared into his eyes; uselessly, he knew. 
The man stared blandly back.  All three men had strangely damaged left
ears, only partially visible under their hats.  "Are we talking about tong
business?" he asked. 

	"No.  Not tong.  I swear it," said the man.  This was a surprise. 
Tong people took oaths with absolute seriousness. 

	The Customs man frowned, wondering if maybe an oath sworn to a
black man wouldn't count.  These guys just did not add up.  The nearest
thing to them he remembered was some of the students who'd come to study
with Yip Man, the greatest living master of wing chun kung fu, at his
school in Seattle.  But last year the old man had 'folded his hands' and
moved back to Hong Kong.  The Customs inspector missed his teacher
greatly. 

	"What's your destination?"

	"Cod-die, Wyoming," said the man.  "We meet our friend."

	"Cody, you mean," said the Customs man.  This baffled him even
further, because it probably wasn't a lie.  All they had to do was say
Seattle or Los Angeles to be free to vanish into the entire width and
breadth of the United States.  This was too specific to be an ordinary
lie. 

	"Cody," the man repeated carefully.  "Thank you."

*** Stay tuned for the next exicting chapter in World Watch OnLine 21!! ***