World Watch OnLine: The Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  66 (27 December 1998)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: Buckaroo on CNN
Re: World Watch OnLine 65-soundtrack
Re: World Watch OnLine 65 - 20 December 1998
another Continuity error I noticed
Joining the mailing list
Thought you might have some interest...
Banzai FAQ on the move
BB movie recast?
Lock And Key: Disclaimer/notes, Reno's foreword, and Ch.1

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Greetings,

Hi all. Hope the holiday season is progressing nicely for everyone. Guess this
will be the last regular issue for 1998. 

TABB will be on Comedy Central some more in January; the 8th at 2AM eastern.

Made some changes in the look of the site. Hop over to 
http://come.to/BuckarooBanzai and let me know what you think of the layout.
Nothing too radical, because Im a firm believer in the KISS principle (which,
contrary to popular belief, doesnt include donning Kabuki makeup and seven
inch heels, but thats fine by me too) but I needed a change.

News of the possible BB series also made it to the online magazine, Sci-Fi
Weekly, which you can get to through the Sci-Fi Channels website.

Anyway, heres to the return of BB in 1999! 

Have a happy and safe New Years.
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: Buckaroo on CNN
Date:	12/21/98 11:36:59 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Tonkatron

Yes, I DID catch the tail end of the CNN Hollywood Minute that relayed news
of a Banzai Series. It included footage from the film over a voice over that
basically said what we all know already. But it was cool to see that this was
actually newsworthy to the rest of the world.

Cory Edwards
("Tonkatron Industries, Inc.")

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 65-soundtrack
Date:	12/21/98 3:17:10 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	winningh@juno.com (Winningham S. Sarah)

In reply to Mr. Semick's request, I have, in the past, and continue in
the present, to offer a copy of the soundtrack to anyone who sends me a
90-minute tape to record it on. Unfortunately I cannot make a copy for
anyone till after the 15th of january when I return to college (where I
sent my tape).

Soit sage,

Sarah Winningham
winningh@juno.com during the holidays
winningh@scf.usc.edu during school

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 65 - 20 December 1998
Date:	12/22/98 1:26:27 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	ryenna@world.std.com (Lady Blue)

Concerning the fact that one Doug Herzog is involved in this whole BB TV
show thing...

As a warning, if there are any other MST3K fans out there, this name is
familiar, he was in charge of programming on Comedy Central and is pretty
much held responsible for the cancellation of MST there.  This happened
despite continued good ratings and an enormus amount of fan support.  So
as a note about Herzog, tread lightly.  It could be that he's really into
this project but he's been known to go against fan support and huge mail
bags before so...

Here's hoping I'm just paranoid and that this will all turn out cool.

               -Ryenna

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Subj:	 another Continuity error I noticed
Date:	12/22/98 9:32:32 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	drlizzardo@hotmail.com (R Wheeler)

Greetings fellow buckaroo fans and irregulars, I must say the prospect 
of a new TV show is awesome.  In the last newsletter I got, I noticed 
some one caught a continuity error in the film. This may be old news to 
all of you, if so, I apologize in advance, but in the scent where 
Bigbootie was taking the Professor Hostage, there is a scene where 
Bigbootie has his glasses on, and in another closeup they are off!  
Again, this may be old news, but I had to share it!  Also count me in on 
the Soundtrack CD, I would be happy to burn some for fellow BBI's once I 
get a copy myself.   Larry (Dr. Lizzardo) 

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Subj:	 Joining the mailing list
Date:	12/22/98 11:33:49 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Mitten6B@webtv.net (Michele Burns)

Hi, Everyone,

I've been reading the newsletters for the past year or so and finally
summoned the courage to join the mailing list.  It's great to find a BB
site like this one, especially with the recent news about the potential
TV and book series.

A little about how I came to Buckaroo Banzai. When the film came out, my
friend and I went to see it in the theater. There were maybe a dozen
people watching with us, but we could tell that though it was our first
time, it wasn't theirs. 

Our most memorable moment in the film was when Our Hero spoke a cliched
line: "If it hadda been a snake, it would have bit me." My friend and I
laughed hard at that. Let me explain why: we were both working in retail
at the time and that was the one line we heard most from customers. In
fact, we often joked that if we ever wrote a book about our retail
experience, that would be our title.

Well, in the years since we saw the movie, we've encountered quite a
number of people who also remember, quite fondly, the movie and are
always eager to enter into an animated conversation with us about BB and
the Cavaliers.

That, to me, is the single most extraordinary thing about Buckaroo
Banzai. He struck a cord, albeit a different one, in everyone who saw
the film. And we all feel as if we are joined in some way because of it.

Sorry, just an observation I've made over the years. Anyway, I'd like to
be added to your mailing list so I won't miss any more issues of the
newsletter.  

Thanks,
Michele "Tigher" Burns

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Subj:	 Thought you might have some interest...
Date:	12/24/98 12:52:49 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	bobandjenwoods@sprintmail.com (Bob and Jen Woods)

Some reasonably good quality WAV files out at this address.  Enjoy.

http://soundamerica.com/sounds/movies/A-C/Buckaroo_Banzai/

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Subj:	 Banzai FAQ on the move
Date:	12/26/98 10:43:03 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	figment@figmentfly.com (Sean Murphy)

I just wanted to annouce that the Buckaroo Banzai FAQ has moved to it's
permanent home at http://www.figmentfly.com/bb/bbindex.shtml.  I also have
a new e-mail address which is figment@figmentfly.com.

Thanks!

Sean

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My new e-mail address is figment@figmentfly.com

NEW LOCATIONS!

Ridley Scott's LEGEND FAQ - http://www.figmentfly.com/legend/index.shtml

BUCKAROO BANZAI FAQ - http://www.figmentfly.com/bb/bbindex.shtml

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Subj:	BB movie recast?
Date:	12/26/98 11:08:39 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Bugs Seti

IF we talking a new BB movie, and if a recasting of the roles is necessary,
FOX should think BIG. Star Wars has proven that spinoff marketing is a Huge
cash cow. In my opinion Buckaroo should be played by an accomplished actor
and singer, Harry Connick, Jr., period. I imagine that he would jump on the
chance to produce the Hong Kong Cavaliers CD. Ellen Barkin could still pull
off Penny, but her schedule is always full, so how about Friends Phoebe. And
John Lithgow constantly harps back to BB as his favorite movie (although it
might be hard to write him in). "The only thing sacred in Hollywood is
money."
Okay, so call me crazy. - Bugs

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Subj:	 Lock And Key: Disclaimer/notes, Reno's foreword, and Ch.1
Date:	12/13/98 1:18:48 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com (Becky M Nelson)

Disclaimer/Author Notes:

This story takes place in Spring 1987 (between the events of the movie
and Rafterman's proposed script for the sequel, from which it takes a few
plot cues). It's written from Reno Nevada's point of view much after the
fact, which seemed the best way to avoid getting flamed by folks who own
the book, and lets me pick up a few details from there more easily as
well. 

Characters and concepts related to Buckaroo Banzai belong to one or more
of the following, as indicated: Movie/DVD -- Banc Generale, Nederlan
and/or MGM; Television -- Polygram Entertainment and Fox Television are
working on this; Print Media -- Simon & Schuster, via their Pocket Books
division. In any event, the author has no intent to make any money hereby
and is just having fun. Don't complain if details here don't coincide
with the TV pilot/series; this was started before the pilot script.

Plot elements and other characters are copyright 1998-??? and
1990-infinity, respectively, by Replay. ArcLight has permission to
archive the text version of this story as part of the newsletter. Strike
Team Renegade has permission to include an HTML version in their archives
on a delayed basis. All others should e-mail me at BBI_Replay@yahoo.com
first. Comments and questions should be routed to the same address.

BTW, the title comes from a song of the same name by Rush, from their
1987 album, Hold Your Fire. 
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Lock and Key

Part II


Ultimately, she chose the former. "How do you feel?" he asked, speaking
in the quiet tones of a man who expects to be dealing with someone else's
hangover. As soon as he said it, he began to worry again. Something
wasn't right.

Only when she'd blinked a few times and focused properly did he begin to
realize what it was. "Like I've been washed over a sharp reef a dozen
times or so," she answered, but it was an answer without any real
expectation he'd take her at more than face value. "How long was I out?"
she asked in return, looking into his eyes for any reaction at all.

That was the last place Buckaroo would have expected her gaze to fall; it
wasn't that Replay didn't look people in the eye, just that she didn't do
it that directly or for that long. He had the distinct impression that
she'd deliberately opted to tell him the truth where she might have lied.
"Almost seventy hours," he said, choosing bluntness himself. "We're not
sure if you tried to disarm or contain things."

She didn't know what he was talking about. Didn't remember it, if the
look in her own eyes was any indicator. "Don't ask," she said, but it was
a bluff, and he wouldn't have been surprised if she realized he knew
that. "Any other wounded?" That came out a bit more tenative sounding
than he would have expected if he hadn't been suspicious already.

"Just you," he assured her. "New Jersey and I pulled a couple hundred
flechettes out of your hands and forearms before we lost count." The name
meant nothing to her, which only confirmed his fears, but she wasn't
obvious about letting on. He could probably count on at least some of her
training being intact. She was sounding him out, looking for clues as
much as he was if not more, following his lead to a degree. "You only
chased one intern out, if you're wondering." She couldn't be, but it
ought to let her know he was on her side.

She actually took a moment to look around and sample the air before she
replied, and to her credit, she was truly a bit embarassed when she
caught the faint aroma of wet ashes where the sprinkler system had put
out a trash fire she'd inadvertantly started. "Sorry," she said, meaning
it; "I didn't damage anything serious, did I?"

That was too much for Tommy, whose fingers trainwrecked on the
Stratocaster's strings as he laughed. "Only his ego, Lady. The way he
came out of here, you'd have thought his hair was on fire." Farther away
than Buckaroo, he hadn't been at the right angle to have caught all the
hints that things were still amiss.

She took the surprise much better than Buckaroo would have expected, for
it was immediately apparent to him that she really hadn't noticed the
blond in spite of the evidence of her ears. Her "Oops," was as
unrepentant as he remembered her ever being, and as little thought out,
but the sudden wariness in her eyes was quite another matter.

"I wouldn't worry about it," Buckaroo said, hoping to reassure her as
much as in truth. Around the Institute, there are few egos of sufficient
size that sudden deflation is much of a hazard, Perfect Tommy quite
possibly excepted. "Wayback's been startled before."

"He wasn't expecting me to set things on fire?" Even Tommy could hear how
tenative she sounded this time.

"He'd just told us you were headblind when you started in with the
harmonics," said Buckaroo. She might not want to know, but she had to
hear it eventually; if she was half as together mentally as she seemed,
she'd be able to deal with hearing it now. "Then the monitor screen blew.
The trash was just collateral damage."

"I'd expect all the local talent'd know better than I do where my head
is," she admitted. "I guess we don't belong in the same room, huh?" Oddly
enough, she seemed more relaxed. Later she'd admit that being told her
psychic abilities were gone was comforting, as it was the nearest thing
to proof she was among friends she could have asked for safely with
another, unknown and evidently disturbing, psionic on the premises.

"I've got five hundred on you," said Tommy. "You fight dirty."

"So I've been told," she said, "but my reflexes are in the basement just
now, and I'd rather sleep. Hell of a note, huh? Seventy hours
unconscious, and I'm tired; go fig."

"We expected that," Buckaroo told her. "Tommy, you'd better go tell the
guys she's awake, but there probably won't be time for any visiting. Have
Reno get back in touch with SLU and Contemporary and see what they come
up with; have him take Wayback along to watch his back. Then see who you
can line up to do overwatch here."

"You got it, Buckaroo. And I tell Wayback he's keeping one open for Xan,
right?"

"Make sure they're in armor while you're at it."

"Right."  Perfect Tommy got up and gave Buckaroo the Stratocaster.  "You,
I'll see later," he told Replay, ruffling her dark hair fondly before she
could think to worry about whether it was an attack. "Be good."

"Too tired not to be," she admitted. There didn't really seem to be any
reason to avoid the truth, after all. If they knew she shouldn't be
headblind, these two rated at least a level 5 clearance, and her
instincts said they were at least as much on the side of the angels as
she was. That meant they were either allies or friends of the family at
worst. Certainly they were no real threat, though she wouldn't put any of
them past doing cosmetic-grade damage. And at the moment, she'd be much
happier with the other psionic well out of range long enough for her to
have a good idea how much of a threat Wayback might be. Right now, she
was operating on a lot less information than she was comfortable with,
and a frame of reference for most of it that could barely be said to
exist. She wasn't about to be bad immediately, even if she'd really felt
up to it.

Something about the blond's hand bothered her, though, and she reached
for it intending to have a better look. Instead, she found herself
pressing the back of his fingers lightly to her own lips as though
complimenting him greatly. At that range, she felt more than she should
have if Wayback was right about her psionics; the man had played his
fingers bloody and was writing it off as cramping from a too-long session
if she was any judge of character at all. Her own hand ached in sympathy
for a moment, then her vision went psychedelic for a moment and when the
colors settled back to normal, that phantom of his injuries was gone as
well.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week, " Tommy said,
acknowledging the contact. He was probably at least as surprised by it as
she was, but his ego wouldn't allow him to admit it.

"Don't get used to it," Buckaroo advised. "I haven't certified everything
yet."  Even with that caveat, Tommy departed with one of the biggest
grins on his face that any of us had seen for some while.

"We need to talk," Buckaroo said, laying the Strat aside.  Tommy was well
out of earshot by now, which seemed important.  "It's not uncommon to
lose several hours immediately surrounding a traumatic injury, but I
think you're missing more than that."

"Bring me up to speed first," Replay prompted. "I haven't got a lot to go
on here."

"I was afraid of that. I didn't want to let Perfect Tommy in on it;
Wayback's a pretty good telepath. You'd rather this stay lower profile
than that, at least for now. As long as he thinks you're headblind, he'll
try hard not to read you until we can tell if it's permanent, and he
can't read me very well except at close range when he's the subject."

"Good. I got enough problems."

"Does 'Talava' mean anything to you?"

"I haaaaate detox," escaped before she'd intended to say anything. When
she'd had another second or two to consider her words, though, she had
more. "Yeah. I remember some kid name of Indigo; he'd been exposed
incountry. Nasty stuff, almost got himself killed repeatedly right after
the company stopped the experiment. Near as we can tell, that wasn't
completely something he was trying to avoid at the time."

Buckaroo nodded. "You were dosed with the pure stuff several months
back," he told her. "Last time you were here, more or less." He proceeded
to explain the poison's usual effects and why she wasn't subject to them,
and how Indigo had prevented the situation being fatal by taking things a
couple steps further than mere detox. Told her as well how and why she'd
fled, and the little we knew that had come of it. "Wayback's only been
with us for about four months, and he's not too fond of who he thinks
Indigo's boss is." Maybe our intern telepath wasn't inclined to try to
eavesdrop on this conversation, but the oblique reference seemed safest,
and he hoped it would tell her something he didn't dare say outright
without panicking her."As near as I can tell, he can't understand why
she'd go to the effort of making Residency just to go back to her own
people. 

"Unless we've missed something, Xan didn't even know you were back when
he set up this attack. I think he was trying to drop the roof on as many
people as he could, and hit the rest of us with Talava. If he caused as
much chaos as he possibly could, it would probably make it a lot easier
to slip at least one agent in without us noticing. You told Rawhide
something about being on the verge of half crazy that something was wrong
and we needed to get out; he said evacuate. That was about it."

She considered all of that for a long moment. "Rawhide? Big guy, cowboy,
quiet type. Grin that could blot out the moon when he bothers to use it.
Pianist, maybe." Buckaroo nodded; given her present mind, that was much
more than he'd expected to get from her. "Can't remember why, but there's
a pencil sketch with that handle written on it on one of my walls around
the ranch."

This was definitely getting stranger. He'd seen that sketch once, years
ago, within hours of her drawing it. Rawhide had still officially been
dead in those days. She'd seen him for the first time in the middle of
the night, without lights in a place he shouldn't have been without her
noticing earlier than that; the sketch was her first impression of him
from that brief glimpse and better than a number of our photographs. It
was common knowledge among the Residents exactly where that sketch was
currently hanging, and how it had come to have anyone's name written on
it. It was also common knowledge that it was the only sketch she'd done
of any of us which she'd ever ended up keeping.

"He insisted you keep it," Buckaroo reminded her. "Said something at the
time about somedays remembering who he was that didn't make a lot of
sense to me. You seemed to get it, though."

"It's a quote from Miami Vice. Gina asks Sonny if he ever forgets who he
is when he's undercover so long at a stretch, and he answers her,
'Darlin', sometimes I remember.' -- too apt by half around some of us." 

"But not right now."

"That's about the size of it.  I have holes in my memory, not a wholesale
gap. I could tell you anything you want to know about the ranch, and I've
got a good clue you're at least a level 6 clearance, but I can't say much
for certain about you."

"Try."

"The blond called you Buckaroo. You play guitar, too; people who don't
just don't handle one the way you were holding that Strat. If you're
being as straight with me as I think, you're at least a medic, and I'd
guess maybe a surgeon from those fingers. You've been involved with intel
to at least some degree for awhile now, enough to have at least one price
on your head and a healthy respect for body armor. You've dealt with me
personally being wounded before, or Tommy wouldn't've been in here
playing; he's done it before or both of you would've noticed he was
bleeding."

"How'd you do that?" So he hadn't been imagining things.

"Haven't got a clue, unless I only toggled something that was already in
place. If it was me that did it."

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