World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  69 (17 January 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine - 10 January 1999 "Hopes"
Jason Priestly????
Last year
John Bigbootie's name problems
Banzai Items up for Auction
No Subject
Lock and Key, disclaimer, so far, and Ch.3

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Greetings,

Thought Id repost the address at FOX for those who havent written yet.

Doug Herzog
Fox Broadcasting Co.
10201 W. Pico Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90035

Again, this is the guy that *wants* to do the show. They asked Mac Rauch
and Richter for the script, remember. So be short and sweet and to the point.
No demands, no threats...just like Buckaroo would want. 

Also a reminder that there is a newsgroup now; alt.fan.buckaroo-banzai.
If your ISP doesnt have it available, write them and ask for it.

And if thats not enough, drop on by the official BB site and post a message
on their bunkhouse board. http://www.banzai-institute.com

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine - 10 January 1999 "Hopes"
Date:	1/10/99 11:49:15 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	caradwen@global.california.com (Caradwen Braskat)

Greetings ArcLight and fellow Irregulars!

I find it amusing that someone would bring up Stuart Lesley Goddard
(Adam Ant) as a possible to play Buckaroo. I, myself, had thought he
might be an option. He can sing, he can act, and he doesn't look any
less half-Japanese than Peter Weller. If anyone here doubts that Adam
Ant can act, they should check out the movie "Nomads" wherein he doesn't
even speak, and comes damn close to stealing the show from Pierce
Brosnan. I have seen Adam in concert (been a fan for many years now) and
in a couple of movies, and think it might be fun to see what he would do
with the part. I seem to recall him being in one movie where he was not
Brittish, and so had to sound "american" and he did it well. I could be
wrong, but I'm fairly certain.

Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore eveyone who was in the
original cast, and would love to see them all together again, but I know
in my heart that's a long shot. I liked the idea someone put forth about
Dean Cain: we know he looks good in a suit and wearing glasses, he looks
right for the part, and hey! He's available (please, no tomato throwing
for drawing a parallel between Clark Kent and Buckaroo). The Harry
Conick, Jr., idea was interesting as well, but I don't find myself drawn
to it as much, even keeping in mind that he can play the piano and sing.

If any of you go to Science Fiction/Fantasy Conventions on the West
Coast, specifically in the Bay Area, you can find me there. I work on
staff for many of them, and can generally be found wearing my Banzai
Jacket. You cant miss it, it's a Black denim jacket covered with Banzai
patches, all except one are (or were) commercially available. The one
that isn't was custom made for me by my mom, it's the Silver Winged B's,
but sized up big enough to span my shoulders, and made out of silver
satin. As far as I know the jacket is a one of a kind item. If you see
me, feel free to stop and say hi! I love meeting other BBI's. I'll
definitely be at BayCon in San Jose over Memorial Day Weekend.

Watermelon anyone? :)
BBI Sabre #26

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Subj:	Jason Priestly????
Date:	1/11/99 12:51:14 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	CelloGrrl

Some friends saw on the E! channel that either a BB remake is in the works
(or maybe they were referring to the upcoming TV show), but in any case, the
show stated that Jason Priestly was being cast as Buckaroo Banzai!  Priestly
was stated as saying that he was a big fan of the movie.  Hmmmmmm..... trying
to keep an open mind, but what is UP?  Anybody know?

---BBI Red Di

**** Ive seen mention of this on the newsgroups, but Im pretty sure its 
not a done deal. Having never seen anything hes done, I dont really have
an opinion on his worthiness, but being a fan already is a good start. 
- ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Last year
Date:	1/11/99 5:04:48 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	chainsawx@hotmail.com (jim anderson)

For me, last year was a banner year in terms of finding Buckaroo Banzai 
stuff. I managed to get 2 movie posters, the guy who owns the theater 
here had a garage sale and I picked up 2 BB movie posters as well as my 
second fav movie Aliens. Next at the county fair, there was a booth set 
up to make specaity hats, of course I got Team Banzai on the front with 
the No matter where you go there you are quote put on the back. Then at 
a Star Trek Con I managed to get a really good copy  of BB as well as 
Transformers the movie both of which were really hard to find. and Last 
christmas a freind of mine found the marvel comics adaption of the film.

Last year was good, with the hopefully impending series 1999 should be a 
banner year and if anyone knows a site on the internet or individual who 
has a copy of the paperback novelization of Buckaroo banzai I would 
greatly appriciate it.

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Subj:	 John Bigbootie's name problems
Date:	1/11/99 7:18:48 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	mwatters@mail.botany.ubc.ca (Michael Watters)

Not sure if it's been mentioned here before, but I just realized that the
disfavored pronunciation of Bigbootie's name "Big Bootie", in urban street
language would mean literally "Big Butt".  Guess we know why he didn't like
that pronunciation.  :)

mike
watters

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Subj:	 Banzai Items up for Auction
Date:	1/17/99 1:37:48 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	sandyc@usit.net (Sandy)

Dear World Watchers,

I am putting ALL of my Banzai items up on eBay over the next few weeks. 
In particular, I have put up a confidential envelope that was used as 
part of 20th Century Fox's press marketing campaign for Banzai. I've been 
told it is quite rare. I wanted to make sure you got a chance to see it.

Look Here:
http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=57466747

Check my other auctions for more Banzai items including books, comics, 
headbands and press material.

-Sandy

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Subj:	No Subject
Date:	1/17/99 3:28:02 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	SPENSER459

Hello every one,
                          I was on the institute site the other night. What a
great site. Well I went to the message board and someone mentioned something
there. They mentioned that they thought rick sprinfield would be a great
Buckaroo Banzai. You know what they may be right. I mean the only thing that
troubles me is that his series' have never been on that long except for high
tide. But the Human target to this day is one of my favorite  shows. 
                         I mean Rick can sing great and play insturments and
can fit in with the hong kong cavaliers. I think it could work! But I donot
know if he would do it and if it would be the right move for the series, but
it is just a thought.
Every one that gets a chance go to the institute web site-
www.banzai-institute.com
Everyone that is a Blue Blaze irregular has to check it out. It has some
great stories and updates. The ontap at the institute is GREAT !!!!!! So
funny hehelol.
              I got to see TABB, on Comdey Central but they really cut it,
that really upset me but I got to see it again so didnot upset me greatly.
But you cannot cut that film!  Well I have said my peace about that. 
                See you all next week, sorry about the rant hheh Guess I just
needed to get it out hehelol.
    Bye for now,
                        Spenser
                                     "Mack"

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, disclaimer, so far, and Ch.3
Date:	1/15/99 9:26:14 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 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--

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 named Replay, who has now
been exposed to talava for the second time. She regains consciousness
after being comatose for 3 days, but proves to be far from her normal
self. 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 recalls from a pencil
sketch she'd once drawn. Perfect Tommy, present when Replay regained
consciousness but unaware of her memory loss, informs Reno of the
situation as he is aware of it, then "drafts" the Institute's chief
pilot, Lindbergh, to keep an eye on Replay so Buckaroo can rest. Pecos
informs a concerned Buckaroo that Reno and Wayback have already departed.
Buckaroo asks her to set up a meeting with certain Team Banzai personnel.
In Sabah, Hanoi Xan receives news from his spies. Meanwhile back in St.
Louis, Reno and Wayback have ventured out to deal with issues related to
the canceled concerts and seminar and are caught out in a thunderstorm of
such surprising properties that Big Norse admits it to be a good thing
that storms can't be aimed.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Three

Replay was not generally given to nightmares, but under the circumstances
most of us would have expected it. Hence Lindbergh wasn't at all
surprised when she sat bolt upright at the sharp crack of thunder which
indicated a lightning strike less than a half-mile away. There was
nothing about her to hint that she was other than fully alert, expecting
trouble, and prepared to deal with it, but the rumble of more distant
thunder a few moments later was enough to let her relax considerably and
drop most of that facade. "It's okay," the pilot told her, wondering as
he did who he was trying to reassure; "it's only a storm."

"What's the highest point around, and how far?" she asked, which startled
him a bit.

"Methodist steeple," he answered after a moment's thought. "Almost half a
mile. Or maybe the police dispatch tower a little closer. Hard to tell.
Why?"

"A girl has to watch out for lightning if she wants to stay out of
hospitals," she said. "It's not one of my favorite weather phenomena."
From the tone of her voice, she might not have relaxed as much as he'd
thought. "There isn't a basement around here is there?"

"I can check, but the sirens aren't going off."

"They don't need to for me to be unhappy."

Lindbergh had just reached for his own go-phone when someone knocked on
the door, and he pulled the Beretta instead. "It's Rawhide. C'mon, open
up; the Lady's got a thing about storms."

The pilot unlocked the door on the strength of recognizing that voice
alone, but eased it back cautiously, pistol ready until he was certain.
Rawhide nodded his approval and Lindbergh put the gun away. "You're
missing whatever Buckaroo wanted to talk about, aren't you?" he asked.

"Not for awhile," said Rawhide, although he'd heard little more of it
than most of us at that point. "You up to this, or do I need to carry
you?" he asked Replay.

"I think I can manage," she said, "but I'll regret it later."

"It's not far," he said. "We're going to put you in the boiler room for
awhile." He helped her to her feet, careful to put himself between her
and the small, high windows as much as possible. "Lots of concrete. A
little chill maybe, but you'll like it."

"Where do I sign the lease?" she quipped, trying a first step she
probably wouldn't have managed if she'd had shoes on.

"Let me help," Rawhide said, slipping an arm around her. She was much too
shaky for his liking, but he knew how far he wouldn't get by arguing. If
she really needed to be carried, he'd probably find out when she fell
over unconscious; pushing the issue would only ensure that at least one
of them would end up that way, and it didn't necessarily follow that it
would be her.

"Point me the right way," she said. If her decision to trust Buckaroo had
been based initially on the fact that he was clearly an ally, she would
not have said the same of Rawhide. Remembering his face from her own art
was one thing; the way he held her now was quite another. He'd done this
before, though she couldn't recall where or when; his grip was
deliberately planned to be more of an aid to balance than anything else
and to allow her free access to the weapons they both knew she wasn't
carrying just now. Nothing about it was calculated enough to strike her
as intended to reassure her; he simply knew her better than she might
have hoped for under the circumstances, well enough to know she
understood the difference between business and opportunity. Just now, it
was definitely business.

If Lindbergh had qualms or questions about Rawhide's grip, he wisely kept
them to himself. Rumor had it that she was one of the big man's personal
recruits, though not one whom Big Norse was jealous of; it was possible
considering the apparent difference in their ages that she was a younger
sibling, not that it was anyone's business but their own. As long as she
wasn't objecting, the pilot didn't really have much to say about it. "Am
I still on duty?" he wondered, sticking to a safer subject and holding
the door.

"You okay with that?" Rawhide asked Replay. The slightly surprised look
she gave him before answering confirmed Buckaroo's hints that something
wasn't what it appeared. She didn't seem to understand why he was asking.

"I get a selection?" She certainly knew that someone was going to be
keeping an eye out regardless of her wishes, and wasn't bothered by that
part of it. Having an unexpected choice, even in theory, was another
matter. "Since when?"

"Since overwatch got to be stormwatch," the cowboy said, wondering if
she'd take the hint that the other man might not be experienced enough --
or sufficiently briefed -- to deal with her under those circumstances.
"And since Raven isn't here."

The name went right past her without any sign of recognition, nothing
more than a name she would undoubtedly recall and be able to connect to
him later without putting a face to it. She flinched at another nearby
lightning strike and nearly lost her footing. "How far?" she asked, the
issue of who'd watch over her banished from her immediate attention.

"One more door, and a flight of steps," he told her. "I'll watch her
myself, Lindbergh. Go tell the boss I'm working on it, but he may be
right."

The stairs proved to be something of a problem for Replay until she
decided to close her eyes and lean on Rawhide for navigational assistance
as much as for support, but she managed to get down the single flight
without toppling over. The boiler room itself was every thing he'd
described it to be. Thick concrete walls the builders had intended to
help contain the damage had the boiler ever burst were as much insulation
for her as she could have expected to find outside the ranch, for which
she was immediately grateful. "Better?" Rawhide asked her, hoping it was
enough.

"Much," she said. She was only flinching slightly now every time the
lightning hit, but now some of what looked like mere shivers actually
were. "Thanks."

"I think maybe you'd better at least sit down," he suggested. "How about
over here?" The interior corner of the room, with not one but two solid
walls to her back, struck him as the choice she would have made for
herself if she'd been thinking that clearly, so he wasn't surprised when
she didn't object to it. 

"You're family too, aren't you?" she said, surprising him. "You and
Buckaroo both."

"Yeah, and no." Better to be honest, even if he confused her at first.
"Nothing the courts recognize around here."

She didn't seem surprised by that. "Did he tell you I've got entire days
missing?"

"Just that things weren't right. Hate to say it, but you're missing more
than a few days."

"No kidding." She was way too tense, and probably too cold, to go back to
sleep any time soon, but at least he could keep her attention off of the
lightning enough for her to think straight without undue effort. That was
a small victory in its own right, considering that the storm was pretty
intense for something that didn't seem inclined to spawn tornadoes in all
quarters. "It's like someone's erased specific things, but I can't put
enough together to know why anybody'd try it. Or how they'd go about
accomplishing it. That's like trying to pick all the grains of quartz out
of a bag of mixed sand; what gain is there in it?"

"You're not just headblind, are you?" He wasn't avoiding her question,
just trying to decide how to answer it without feeling like an idiot or
worrying her.

"That and confused. Not paranoid of you, if you're wondering." He wasn't
surprised that she pulled the blanket he'd brought down with them closer
around herself anyhow; the storm had dropped the outside temperature
significantly, and she just wasn't acclimated to it. For her, the room
would have been a bit chill even if she'd been wearing jeans instead of
the overlong T-shirt she'd been put to bed in.

"Me personally, or...?

"I drew you once," she said. "And I'm guessing you autographed it
yourself, but damned if I can tell you if I've ever heard you play. I
wasn't even sure Buckaroo was anything more than a friend of the family
until he said 'bye'." She didn't explain that, figuring that if she was
right about Rawhide, he'd already know what she meant. Other people,
Lindbergh in particular, might have taken B. Banzai's parting gesture as
nothing more than a casual pat on the shoulder. Anybody who knew her well
enough to rate any clearance number at all knew better; in her family,
that particular contact was a greeting reserved for parents or siblings.
"But so far, the only person I have a hint I ought to be paranoid about
is this Wayback."

Rawhide whistled. "Buckaroo wasn't kidding when he said situation. Said
you wouldn't call it that, though." As far as she was concerned,
situation was a very loaded word, not used without caution; most of us
were beginning to pick up that habit.

"I haven't got the information to base a call on," she admitted, "so I'm
stuck leaving it to the local experts for now." She shuddered again, and
this time even he could feel the electricity in the air for a fraction of
a second before the strike. "Should I be paranoid of you, or for you?"

"Of, no. For -- maybe. Can't say yet whether there was more to it than
the talava."

"Lords, this is frustrating," she told him. "I've seen enough by now to
know I ought to know people, but I just can't retrieve anything."

"Kick in the jaw, ain't it?" Rawhide sympathized.

"You?"

"Awhile back," he said. This, at least, was not something they'd ever
discussed before. "I was clinically dead for a couple minutes. The medics
got me back, but I woke up not knowing where I was or who anybody was.
Took a couple days to get used to the medication before I started getting
anything back."

"That was meds." She said it like she'd seen the same thing happen
elsewhere -- not dismissive of it, merely negating it as a likely culprit
in her case. "You've got no personal way of telling how disoriented in
general you were, do you? This doesn't happen to me, not that way, and
not from having my head bashed in."

"Repeatedly." He brushed her hair back from the part of her forehead
where her skull was protected by a steel plate under the skin.

If she hadn't been pretty certain of his status before, that would have
clinched it. "The last time I had to deal with anything remotely like
this was, Lords, maybe ten years ago, right before I nearly took out the
end of the landing bay. Hadn't been back in the world for more than a few
months when I about lost it over a little brother being threatened and
--" Whatever she'd been intending to say, she lost it in the face of a
wave of memories too recently regained and almost too painful to have
shared even with those involved. It took the overpressure from a lighting
bolt hitting the top of the chapel steeple only a few hundred feet away
to bring her back to the present. 

"You don't have to talk about it," Rawhide said. Whatever was bothering
her, it had to be pretty serious; she didn't normally say 'back in the
world' except in contrast to 'incountry'. Neither was an expression
Wayback -- or many of the other interns just then -- would have expected
to hear anyone of her apparent age use, dating as they did to the Vietnam
War. Those of us who are residents knew her to be much older than she
looked, but also to be very closemouthed about the months she'd spent in
the middle of that conflict.

"I think maybe I do," she disagreed. "But not here or now." Her control
was questionable at best, if the tone of her voice was any indication. "I
thought I'd gotten back everything I lost then that I was ever going to
recover, but something sneaked up on me a few months ago, Christmas
shopping. I'm not dealing with that too well yet."

"I've seen a couple of Indigo's flashbacks, lady. I don't begin to know
how you could take it."

"I almost didn't. Sometimes I still wonder if I did."

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