World Watch OnLine: The Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  67 (3 January 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 66 - 27 December 1998
TABB Avatars
Re: World Watch OnLine 66 - 27 December 1998
Re: New BB casting
Banzai quote?
Re: New Year's BBI Alert!!
Banzai Birthdays in January
BB Soundtrack - now two options
Lock And Key: Disclaimer, Ch.1 summary, and Ch.2

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Greetings,

Hope the wacky weather hasnt caused any serious trouble with anyone.
Seems to be melting away here, now.

Thought I'd let you know I found a link with Atari emulators and the ROM
files for the BB game:

http://shell.ihug.co.nz/~aaronat/atari.html

Looks about the same as the Apple version (basic graphics, not just
a text game).

Reminding anyone with a BB page to join the webring (if your
provider allows it, unlike FortuneCity) and jump on your ISP
to get the BB newsgroup if they dont have it already. Last I
checked, AOL still hadnt picked it up.

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

And a repeat of the January 1st announcement for the new folks:

***************

January 1, 1999

Dear friends of Buckaroo Banzai:

In response to the many inquiries we have received regarding the possibility
of a Buckaroo Banzai television series on the Fox Network, I am pleased to
announce the official Banzai Institute web site.  Like the Institute itself,
this web site is dedicated to the betterment of the human condition through
scientific research, public service, and rock-n-roll.

The Banzai Institute web site, available on the World Wide Web at
http://www.banzai-institute.com, features the latest news of Institute
activities interwoven with tantalizing hints of Buckaroo's future adventures.
Also available on the site are notes on Buckaroo merchandise, links to fan
sites, and an exclusive interview with Dr. Banzai himself, written by Reno
Nevada (with a little help from his friend, Earl Mac Rauch).  Of special
interest to students of Banzai history is a never-before-seen video excerpt
from the original director's cut of the 1984 movie, THE ADVENTURES OF
BUCKAROO BANZAI ACROSS THE EIGHTH DIMENSION.

As Dr. Banzai says in his introduction to the site, we hope that you "move
with grace and leisure among these sundry offerings" which are being made
available to all Institute members and other friends of Buckaroo Banzai,
wherever they may be.

Faithfully yours,

W.D. Richter

*******************

So everybody mosey over and put a note in the guestbook. Let them know 
they still have an audience here. And check out the rest of the site too, some
major info about BB and the gang scattered around.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 66 - 27 December 1998
Date:	12/27/98 8:04:09 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

Video store capture....walked into local video store and there was TABB on
the 'for sale, make me an offer shelf'....being ex special ops, I naturally
acted disinterested and said, 'I'll give ya two bucks fer it...looks kinda
ragged....." at which point, the guy behind the counter said sure...and out
the door I went....of course I waited until I was down the road before I
yelled and screamed....so- hang in there gang! it could happen to you also!!!
Jim
Call Sign Banzai
PS- This copy had The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonzoi on the label...any
commments?

**** Um...bootleg? - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 TABB Avatars
Date:	12/27/98 8:43:02 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	rnelson@ro.com (The Nelson Family)

It seems that the site containing the Buckaroo Banzai Virtual Chat avatars
is gone.  Is there a chance of getting the files so they can be placed on
another site?  I have some space on my ISP's system that can be used if
someone wants to link to them.

Rick Nelson
AKA Turbo
BBI #352

**** Which brings up a question from me; does anybody use VP? I liked it
when it first came out, but didnt like the upgrade they did to the software,
and nowadays just dont have time to chat like I used to. They were at the
fabbo site relayer has - BBS#23 is part of the webring and linked on the Link Page
(which is my way of skirting the issue of not having the URL right at hand).
The page moved and I forgot about the VP page to update the link there. 
If no one is using VP, Ill toss the page. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 66 - 27 December 1998
Date:	12/28/98 12:57:42 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	garner@interlog.com (Garner R. Haines)

For anyone who is interested, I wrote a BB inspired techno-pop song
called There You Are with some sound bites from TABB in it.
 I have a version in MP3 format I can email directly to people 
who'd like to hear it (it's about 3.6MB), but in the near future I may
 have a download site as well. 
Garner R. Haines
Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Visit Tao Jones online at:
http://www.interlog.com/~garner/taojones/main.html
CD Release "Metaphysical Therapy", JAN 1999!
http://www.interlog.com/~garner/taojones/cd.html
May the Tao be with you!

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Subj:	Re: New BB casting
Date:	12/28/98 2:56:21 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Tonkatron

I second the motion made by Bugs Seti in the last issue. Harry Connick Jr. as
Buckaroo! It blew my mind because I'd never thought of it before (and he's
not exactly asian looking), but he's cooler than cool. Someone get to the man
and put the bug in his ear!

Cory Edwards

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Subj:	 Banzai quote?
Date:	12/30/98 2:27:36 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	hjcho@ucsd.edu (Hearn Jay Cho)

I seem to recall a BB T-Shirt with a quote "Time exists so that
everything doesn't happen all at once," though I haven't seen one in
years. The quote doesn't come from the release version of the film. Was
it cut, or am I imagining the t-shirt?

**** Youre not imagining the shirt, but off hand Im not for sure about the
origin of the quote. I know it was in some of the original newsletters. 
Anyone? Anyone? BBI Bueller? - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	Re: New Year's BBI Alert!!
Date:	1/1/99 12:26:28 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

As a matter of historical reference and as 'original' members of the BB
mutual admiration society..I would advise all of us online to begin
downloading and making hardcopy of our WWatchOne emails....
We are on the threshold of some exciting times and as new and novice admirers
of BB become more abundant, we will be the ones who will be able to provide
some answers and assistance to those who follow us.
This is the time to bring out those scrapbooks, etc. and maybe consider
printing up some WWO membership cards.....
Jim/BanzaiSGI

**** Ooohhh...while some of us no doubt are original members, there was
an excellent paper newsletter many many moons before this thing started. Id
say theyre the originals, whose shining example Im just trying to follow and
not embarrass anyone. - ArcLight

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Subj:	 Banzai Birthdays in January
Date:	1/1/99 5:26:23 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	camelot@amigo.net (Scott Tate)

Happy New Year, everybody!  As we move into the 15th anniversary of
TABB, we are more tantalized than ever before that this year might bring
us a renaissance of all things Banzai.  In the meantime, let's take a
moment and wish a happy Blue Blaze birthday to Rawhide; Clancy Brown
hits the big four-oh this Jan. 5.  Slices of cake are also due to Pres.
Widmark's National Security Advisor, Yakov Smirnoff (Jan. 24, 1951) and
Lizardo/Whorfin's hospital guard, Jonathan Banks (Jan. 31, 1947).  Happy
birthday, guys!

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Subj:	 BB Soundtrack - now two options
Date:	1/2/99 8:30:15 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	mas@world.std.com (Mark A. Semich)

Things are certainly hopping at the Banzai Institute!  I'm sure that
everyone here already knows about the official website - I just visited
it and applied for security clearance.

Anyways, I've only sent out two BB soundtrack CDs so far, so here's a
reminder about my offer:  If you send me a blank CDR with return
postage/packaging, I'll copy the movie soundtrack and send it to you. 
The track listing is at
http://www.fortress.am/users/banzai/soundtrack.html

Or if you have your own CD burning facilities, I can email you the
entire soundtrack as one CIF file.  It's about 330 megabytes.  I would
put it on my website, but my ISP has a transfer limit of 150 meg per day
for my site :-)  I'm sure that if anyone else would like to make this
file available to the web at large, it would be greatly appreciated.

Does anyone on this list know what Mac or Rick or Mike Boddiker himself
think (unofficially) about the bootleg soundtrack?  I am very bothered
by the fact that I am making this available, but I'd much rather it be
free than people pay $100 to the pirate-heads on e-bay for a copy.

Of course, I will no longer offer copies once the *official* soundtrack
is released :-)

Arkansas adios...

- M

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, disclaimer, Ch.1 summary, and Ch.2
Date:	12/30/98 11:43:32 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com (Becky M Nelson)
To:	WWatchOne@aol.com

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 other
people. See disclaimer on Chapter One for full info. 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, and are the property of 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.
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Previously--

In Chapter One:

After an explosion wreaks havoc on their hotel rooms, Team Banzai has
relocated rather hastily to a former school at the edge of the metro
area. Their only wounded from the incident is an intern named Replay, who
has been exposed to Hanoi Xan's infamous nerve poison, talava, for the
second time. She regains consciousness after being comatose for 3 days,
but proves to be far from her normal self. At the end of the chapter,
only she and Buckaroo are aware that she has "holes" in her memory, holes
that mean she has no recollection of Team Banzai in general and only a
very slight recall of Rawhide, whom she knows only from a pencil sketch
she'd once drawn.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Two

"Whadya mean, no time for visiting?" I asked Perfect Tommy. He'd come
looking for me first as a matter of priorities. With Replay's condition
as fragile as it still was, getting things in motion as quickly as
possible seemed to be a good idea; the more we could accomplish without
disturbing her in the process, the better. Even so, I would have liked
the opportunity to see for myself that she was conscious again.

"She still seemed pretty out of it," he said. "Complained she was tired.
Plus I think Buckaroo's got plans to be moving. He wanted you and Wayback
to see what you could arrange about the postpones."

"More like he wants Wayback to see if they're on the level." 

"Maybe. I think maybe the boss just wants you to have early warning. Wear
armor, he said."

We both knew what Buckaroo had more reason than that to want Wayback out
of range for awhile, but were trying not to think about it. He wouldn't
have appreciated knowing his presence was a cause of consternation, and
the truth was I needed to update the local promoters and university
officials. Under the circumstances, it would not have been unreasonable
for me to have specifically requested the intern as my escort; his
reflexes were almost on a par with Tommy's even on those few occasions
when he couldn't anticipate his enemy more accurately than most. Too, he
had something of an advantage at spotting deceptions or fractured
communications, which we had no ethical problem with him using so long as
he was only gauging emotions. 

With things as unsettled as they were among us at present, expecting him
to avoid reading us went beyond unreasonable. To some degree, we were all
projecting at him like it or not, and the fact that most of it was either
our collective anger at Xan or worries for and about Replay wasn't likely
to be helping his own peace of mind any. With a bit of luck, he'd take
that as a third reason he needed to be out for awhile.

"Any reason?"

"Nothing particular. You want one of the local kids to drive?"

"It's only St. Louis, Tommy. We can actually run the GPS for once." This
was no insult to the global positioning system the US military was only
beginning to seriously test in conflicts, but rather something of a
comment on the local architecture. At the time, the level of accuracy of
the few, vastly overpriced civilian-grade GPS receivers on the market was
such that clustered buildings over a certain height were a significant
problem. Aside from a few square blocks near the Gateway Arch, St. Louis
has never been GPS-unfriendly in the way so many other large cities have.
"Besides, I've always wondered how Wayback'd handle city traffic."

"You got a point there." From his sudden smile, I suspected he was
thinking how different the local conditions were from those we were used
to -- or those the Canadian intern had grown up around. Under other
circumstances, it would have been more fun finding out. "Keep your eyes
open, huh? Can't send a strike team to bail you out if he gets lost."

"I'll tell him you said that."

Perfect Tommy chuckled over that as he walked off. Wayback might or might
not retaliate with a practical joke, but that was as out of hand as
things were likely to get, so the blond wasn't especially worried about
it. Instead, he was still trying to carry out his instructions, debating
who might be available to sit watch over Replay at least long enough for
Buckaroo to get some real sleep.

Lindbergh was the first candidate he found. Several younger interns were
clustered around our chief pilot, who was conducting an informal
demonstration of a basic principles of flight using a phone book,
someone's left shoe, and a can of soda. Being Perfect, Tommy reached over
and plucked the soda out of the air. Lindbergh looked at him curiously,
but kept the other two objects in flight as effortlessly as if they'd
rehearsed the move.

"I got good news and bad news," Tommy said. "Replay's awake, but no
visitors yet. Boss wants someone to sit with her for awhile."

"I guess I'm it," Lindbergh answered that. He caught the phone book; the
shoe he merely deflected back to it's apparent owner. 

"At least you know to let sleeping mechanics lie," said Tommy. "She's not
tracking at anything close to speed yet."

"And I have a history of not bothering her, huh? Figures. How's Buckaroo
holding up?"

"Good, considering. He needs to grab some real sleep."

"Then I guess class is dismissed. Remind me later where we left off," the
pilot told his audience. To Perfect Tommy he said, "Give me about five to
scrounge up something to deal with that and I'll head down there."

Lindbergh was as good as his word. He knocked on the chem lab door almost
exactly five minutes later, and paused only for a moment before he let
himself in. "Perfect Tommy said you wanted overwatch," he said. He was
carrying an oversized book in one hand and had a 9mm Beretta holstered in
custom leather under his left armpit, no attempt made to conceal it.

"You volunteered," Replay guessed before Buckaroo could acknowledge him.
The firearm didn't bother her in the slightest; it was something she
merely cataloged. The book held her eye only slightly longer.

"Nope," he answered her cheerily; "I was drafted." From the tone, it was
clear that if Tommy had asked for volunteers within earshot of the pilot,
he would have jumped at the chance anyhow. "He said he could trust me not
to make moves."

"You wouldn't ... and another intern might?" said Buckaroo, going along
with it.

"That was my reaction. He said I had better sense than to try again
without a chute." With Lindbergh, that could have been anything from a
fragment of history to an attempt to make Replay more comfortable with
his presence, or just his rather warped sense of humor manifesting. 

"Mmm. Sounds like a plan to me," Replay said. 

"That makes two of us," Buckaroo confessed. "You had us pretty worried."

She nodded. "Go on. I'm not running off under my own steam for awhile."
Not unless events gave her no choice, at least, although at the time she
didn't bother to admit it even to herself.

Buckaroo got up from his seat slowly, stretching as though he hadn't
moved for several hours. "Call me if anything happens, " he told
Lindbergh, then leaned over to lay his hand on Replay's shoulder for a
moment before departing. The way she relaxed under that touch told him
she knew exactly what he'd meant by it, headblind or not.

The pilot followed to the door and secured it, for all the good that
might do. The frosted glass top panel wouldn't last two seconds in the
face of an attack, and was only useful in that he might see a silhouette
by way of early warning. Like Buckaroo, he was doing the best he knew
with inadequate resources, though he perhaps had more of a clue how to do
that than many other interns would have. "Anything I can do to make you
more comfortable, sing out," he told his charge, turning his attention
back to her. He needn't have bothered; she was already asleep.

Lindbergh wasn't certain whether to take that as a sign that her
exhaustion was more profound than even she had wanted to admit, or a sign
she trusted him at least that far. From what he'd heard of her, either
one was possible; he simply hadn't known her long enough to judge which
was likeliest. If she hadn't had any background in intelligence before
her visit to Jet's people, they would have made sure she had basic
working fieldcraft down cold before letting her leave, especially as
Hanoi Xan might well eventually send one of his lieutenants to track her
down. Unfortunately, that bit of forethought might work against Institute
personnel this once, making her more paranoid than she would normally
have been about her surroundings and perhaps far too unlikely to show any
real sign of it. He didn't want to add to her fears by going overboard
trying to reassure her. She had enough to deal with, especially if
Buckaroo had told her what had happened. Drawing Xan's attention, even
inadvertently, was definitely on the top ten list of things for an intern
to avoid if possible; accomplishing it twice in the space of a year would
have justified anyone's concern.

Not for the first time, our chief pilot wished he had even half the
talent either of our gypsy residents possessed. Barring that, he would
have settled for an idea of how to stretch his own mental shields to
cover Replay as well as -- or even instead of -- himself. Before this was
over, she was likely to need such an assist, and he didn't think Wayback
would be inclined to attempt it.

Out in the hall, Buckaroo heard the door being locked behind him and felt
a little better for it; he perhaps more than the rest of us knew how
justified Replay's reputation was. If he'd noticed such precautions, she
would have had to been completely deaf, or dead, not to have been aware
as well. Too, he was glad Perfect Tommy had sent Lindbergh, drafted or
not. The pilot was nowhere close to being in Wayback's league, but wasn't
altogether without talents of his own which might prove useful. Sick or
wounded, Replay had always tolerated pilots and musicians better than any
other sort of stranger; he was just the latest to prove that it didn't
seem to matter whether she was conscious or not to recognize either
profession -- both of which her kin associated with psi talent often
enough for her not to mistake him for a threat simply because he hadn't
been born as headblind as most.

But with Lindbergh the only other pilot/musician among us, Buckaroo was
aware the rest of us were not as immune to potential risk from Replay
once she recovered further. And while she slept, she was probably in
greater danger of Wayback inadvertently reading her mind than he would
have liked. With this to be concerned about, he went in search of Perfect
Tommy.

Pecos stopped him in the hall outside a former teacher's lounge before
he'd gotten far in his quest. "They've been gone about five minutes," she
said. "You might relax a little. Tommy told some of us what was up a
couple ago."

"Not as much as you think," Buckaroo said. "I need to brief everybody
who's been in on this from day one. We may have a situation."

"I'll get people together. Any of it for local consumption, or just
residents plus . . . ?"

"Right now, residents plus. The public part can wait; this is NTK."

Need to know was a phrase far more often invoked by the intelligencia
than among us, but it was no great surprise to Pecos that he'd picked up
the acronym -- probably from Indigo, who lived with it on a daily basis.
"That include Reno?"

"I need you to take care of that for me later."

She nodded. "Where do you want this? Anyplace special?"

"This should do," he answered, pointing at the lounge door.

"Give me fifteen; I think I can get people by then. Half of them are down
in the gym as it is."

"Make it an hour. I need to put some things together." He was rather glad
when Pecos only nodded and headed off to find people rather than asking
what he meant; he wasn't certain he knew that himself. 

He was in the kitchen grabbing a snack and trying to get his head
completely straight when Rawhide came back from a routine perimeter
walk-around. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Tommy said she was awake, but
..."

"Go have a look for yourself," Buckaroo said. "See if we agree."

"That bad." 

"She wouldn't admit to it right now, but situation comes to mind."

Rawhide nodded. "I guessed as much when I saw Reno and Wayback. She
headblind or just paranoid around him?"

"He says headblind, but I wouldn't place bets. If she's paranoid, it's
definitely too low-key for me to tell."

"That could change. I don't like the breeze out there. Big Norse says
there's nothing from NOAA, but --"

"Better tell Lindbergh, then. He's sitting." They both knew that the
National Weather Service was hardly infallible, and that NOAA Weather
Radio wouldn't put anything into their forecast until the Weather Service
issued the next updates, but the pilot was woefully unaware of how Replay
disliked major storms, or that she had good reason for that opinion.
"Keep the rest to yourself if you can; I'd rather it not get out any
sooner than necessary."

- to be continued -

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