World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  70 (24 January 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
BB mailing list
Re: World Watch OnLine 69 - 17 January 1999
Greetings to all
For the Record
Subj:	 Lock and Key, disclaimer, so far, and Ch.3 pt. 2

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Greetings,

A pretty short one this time. Hopefully this means youre either all writing letters to
FOX at:  

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

or youre posting to the Bunkhouse Board at the official site:

http://www.banzai-institute.com

and telling them, in a nice, pleasant tone, how much youd like to see a BB
series, merchandise, etc... It aint over yet.

In the meantime, keep on your ISP to carry the alt.fan.buckaroo-banzai
newsgroup if doesnt already, and take care of yourself and others.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 BB mailing list
Date:	1/18/99 1:13:30 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	mcbride@mdi.ca

I've been a BBI since 1984, having been given my headband at an sf
convention. I would like to be part of any mailing list for Buckaroo, and
want to support any efforts for a tv show.
I'll probably go search some of the great links I found today on the web,
which only occured to me after re-watching "Across the 8th Dimension". I'd
like to start a BBI chapter here in Vancouver, as the credo that Dr. Banzai
lives by is one that I share and want my children to learn as well.
Hoping to be an active part of BBI,
Vancouver JoJo

mcbride@mdi.ca

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 69 - 17 January 1999
Date:	1/19/99 4:27:19 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	MarkCapp

Howdy,

Just a brief note as I step out of lurk mode, but y'all might find this
amusing.  I now live in Los Angeles, but went back home to Ohio for the
holidays.  Looking through mounds oof papers, notebooks, etc., what do I find
but all my Banzai stuff from the mid-1980's-- the first few newsletters AND
the cool confidential envelope.  I've been on this mailing list for nearly 2
years and thought I'd long lost those.  Needless to say, I brought 'em back
out with me.  I seemed to be the only BB fan in Northwest Ohio, but there I
was, "Leatherface," BB#??, age (16) -- I'm nearly 30 now -- whose hobbies
included "cursing out Lectroids."  

It was certainly a more exciting find than the political science term papers
from my undergrad years.  

All the Best,
Mark (aka Leatherface)

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Subj:	Greetings to all
Date:	1/22/99 9:12:14 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	PRHLAR

Hello fellow admirers of Buckaroo Banzai.  I'm very happy to have found this
site, even though I stumbled upon via Dr.Lizardo and the his diabolical
yoyodyne web page.
I really cannot figure out what I like and admire so much about BB.  Maybe
it's because wherever I go, there I am.  
Anyway, I lost my copy of the movie in a recent divorce (and I'm the movie
buff of the two of us: there's just no justice, sometimes).  So, this is a
pleasant compensation.  Since my ex isn't online I need not risk encountering
him here, and I can gloat over having found this great BB site.  So, I owe
you a big thank you.

                          thank you

Well, that wasn't all that big, but I'm new to this.  I promise my next thank
you will be better.  In the meantime, once again, all hail and all that to
you at the Institute.

Sincerely,
                      Pam

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Subj:	 For the Record
Date:	1/23/99 8:10:57 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	jetlightfoot@juno.com (Becky M Nelson)

Greetings and Salutations!

Strike Team Renegade would like to announce the URL of its mirror site,
which should be up and operational in another few weeks. BBI Agate will
be our web mistress for this one.

You can visit and bookmark the front page now, however, at:

http://members.xoom.com/editcat/Renegade.html

The present site at FortuneCity is not, repeat, not closing or moving. We
are providing a mirror site as a courtesy to all BBIs, in the event that
FC should have further service disruptions in the future. All e-mail sent
to Team Renegade from the mirror site will still reach people who should
be able to answer most questions or at minimum point you in the right
direction. The primary copy of the Reserved Names Pages will still reside
at FC, however, and the e-mail links for it will still be pointed at our
present e-dress; our intent is to reconcile the two versions frequently.

Watch for future announcements regarding the mirror's operational status
to appear here.

Replay
BBI #6188
Strike Team Renegade Communications Chief and Senior Webmistress
http://tatooine.fortunecity.com/gernsback/207/index.html

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, disclaimer, so far, and Ch.3 pt. 2
Date:	1/15/99 9:26:14 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.
--------------------------------------------------

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. At Team Banzai's safehouse, Replay notices
the storm abruptly, and
is escorted down to the boiler room by Rawhide, who is much better
equipped to deal with her
distaste for the weather. 

***

Chapter 3, part 2

We live in an age when most people are quite media-literate by the time
they reach adulthood, if not sooner. But with the broadcast ratings
services using a statistical sampling scheme, most of us end up quite
completely out of the loop in terms of the actual numbers game. The
Nielsen company, at recent report, polls less than two thousand
households in order to generate the number, in millions, of people
watching a particular television show on any night of the week. The
higher the ratings a show gets, the more it's network can charge for
advertising in that time slot.

Ratings are important for radio too, although quite how they're
determined is even more arcane to most of us. Certainly, a station's
format affects the numbers, but there are perhaps more subtle factors
related to the DJ than are fully realized. A DJ having a bad day and
venting it on the air may work in one market but not another, while a DJ
having a bad day on the air is likely to make the numbers drop regardless
of the target audience. Concert announcements are always good for
ratings, though. Generally speaking, background information about a band
the station is welcoming to town can do wonders as well, especially if
it's presented a bit at a time. Nonetheless, there are limits.

One of the DJ's on a particular station in town had stepped over the
line. Those of you native to the area probably aren't having to guess
which station was involved, even if you didn't hear it; they have a
reputation for that kind of "slip up" occurring from time to time. The
pig looks like it's smoking marijuana for a reason, I'm told. 

Normally, however, letting a band's current location slip out over the
air can get a DJ suspended and/or fined. It doesn't usually provide the
police with a reason to get involved, but in our instance there was some
question as to whether it was a relatively innocent grab for ratings or
intentional aid to the enemy. 

Likewise, the police were still gathering evidence from the hotel itself.
As something of a security measure, we'd been given rooms near the top of
the building, some of which were now open to the sky. Fortunately, the
structural damage had been confined above the 24th floor, allowing most
of the other guests to return to their rooms without major safety
concerns, but the necessity of shoring up the top three floors before the
police could risk spending much time on the crime scene had undoubtedly
destroyed a significant amount of evidence. 

Had a civilian managed to make it past the 25th floor on the elevator the
afternoon that Replay regained consciousness, he probably would have been
arrested the instant he tried to step off, however mistakenly. Certainly
he could have been forgiven for looking once and deciding that it would
be simpler and cheaper to destroy the damaged floors altogether than to
repair them. The biggest shards of glass that clung precariously to
warped and broken frames were scarcely larger than a quarter, most of
them hazed or chipped where needles had impacted before bouncing away.
One interior wall, only partially standing, bore a silhouette in unmarked
plaster, mute testimony to where Replay had been standing when the blast
occurred. Two separate forensics teams were working the site, not an
officer among them who wasn't on edge. The possibility of someone getting
stuck by one of the thousands of flechettes was on everyone's mind, a far
more immediate threat than any shifting the building might do.

The photographer was finished with the initial scene photos well before
anyone had tried to touch anything, of course, and had shot a second set
after the temporary pillars had been put in place. The flechettes had
actually made things easier for the police in one respect; with some of
us on the scene long before the photos could be arranged for, those tiny
projectiles made it obvious where items had been disturbed before the
scene had been secured. There was only the exact position of a white
Stratocaster guitar to be accounted for, which seemed insignificant at
present and very likely to remain so; it would not have been an issue at
all if Perfect Tommy hadn't been captured on home video leaving the scene
with it. Since that amateur tape was the only public footage anyone had
of us since the incident, it had played heavily on the local news
stations, much to the frustration of detectives, who too-frequently found
themselves speaking to people who wanted to question them about the tape
rather than potential witnesses.

In truth, detective Sergeant Harrison, was finding little but frustration
in being in charge of the case. The high-profile nature of the incident
would have made dealing with the media difficult enough even if no
celebrities had been involved. Too, a good number of his fellow officers
were inordinately interested in the slightest discovery, so there were
more than the usual number of precinct house rumors flying about.
Speculation seemed to be the order of the day everywhere he turned. There
were only two things he had no doubts about at present. One was that he
was getting too old for this stuff. The other was that it would get worse
before it got any better. 

Normally, the forensics teams would have been long finished by this point
too, which at least would have gotten the media off his back for a couple
days, but the same structural damage which had compounded their
chain-of-evidence worries had kept them out of the site for well over 24
hours. Normally, there would only have been one team, and normally, it
wouldn't have taken the better part of two days once they had gotten in.
They would have gone about the routine business of picking up everything
portable from dust bunnies to ceiling tiles and carted all of it off to
the labs a long time ago. This was where the flechettes themselves were
causing concern on a second level. No one wanted to end up with one of
the tiny needles in a finger, even if it was the "clean" end; they were
scarcely larger than a medium splinter and devilishly difficult to remove
without magnification. Pulling one out of a hand would have been enough
of a problem, but preserving them as evidence had proven to be positively
nightmarish. If retrieving them hadn't been difficult enough, there was
also the question of how to secure them safely for transport and storage.

For the present, they were using a stainless steel chafing dish liberated
from the hotel's kitchen, but Harrison was debating the wisdom of even
dealing with the projectiles for at least the thirtieth time since lunch.
They should have been using hazmat gear for that, or at least have
brought in some MPs from Ft. Leonard Wood who were qualified in NBC
suits. He was debating what choice words he was going to have with the
Chief about it when his train of thought was derailed by a distinctive
tone coming from his two-way radio. Just what he needed. Weather. Time to
pack it in before the storm tore hell out of his crime scene.

To Be Continued...

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