World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  73 (14 February 1999)
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Number of subscribers: 553
(NOTE: anyone who doesn't have an "@something" behind their name is
from 'aol.com.')

Contents:
Greetings
In pursuit of Buckaroo
Comment and a Question
Buckaroo Banzai... what else?
My Intro
Lock and Key, Chapter 5, pt.1

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Greetings and happy V-day,

Another quiet week. Everyone awaiting the big tell-all conclusion to X-Files with
no thought of anything else?

Made the mistake of cruising Ebay again not long ago. A mistake, not because
I was inspired to spend money, but because I was peeved at what some folks
were trying to make money off of. Please remember, Starland sells patches,
T-shirts, postcards, etc. Okay, sometimes the service isnt the best, but at least
you can get decent prices. Of course, it was nice to see the laserdisc going for high
prices still. Too bad for the folks who have to spend the $150-200 to buy it, but
hopefully itll inspire TPTB to get the video re-released.

And for those that havent stumbled across it yet, there is an official BB
web page now, at http://www.banzai-institute.com and AOL has finally
picked up the newsgroup alt.fan.buckaroo-banzai, though they seem as
quiet as the List, lately. Dont drop out now, when the further adventures
of BB could well be within our grasp!

Enjoy life,
ArcLight

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Subj:	 In pursuit of Buckaroo
Date:	2/7/99 9:38:58 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	zanadu1@csi.com (The Zanows)

I wanted to show my 11 year old son Buckaroo Banzai.....couldn't find it, not
anywhere, not even for rent!  So I went a little crazy and bought a copy at
an auction on e-bay.
I'm not the talkative type, but I enjoy reading what everyone has to say.  It
gives both my son and I tips of things to watch for when we watch the movie!
MaZ
zanadu1@csi.com

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Subj:	Comment and a Question
Date:	2/7/99 10:46:14 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	KenDT

First of all, a comment to those who read this list who have yet to visit the
official Banzai Institute Web Site - you absolutely have to check this thing
out. No more excuses, no more "I'll get to it later". Do it now.

I started getting chills the second the Banzai Institute Logo popped up in
the background, and the more I read the more excited I got. 'Nuff said.

Now, my question. If you're familiar with AOL, you'll know what a 'profile'
is. If not, I'll just say that it's a page of user-entered information based
on your individual screen name, that anyone else on the network can access in
order to find out whatever it is about yourself that you wish to reveal
and/or fabricate.

The 'profile' page has all the typical fill-in-the-blank spaces for name,
birthday, etc. - and for some inexplicable reason a space that prompts you to
enter the type of computer you use. Thinking that no one in their right mind
could possibly be interested in what type of computer I own, I entered
'Yoyodyne 1000' in this space. Quite frankly, it was my belief that those who
were familiar with the Banzai mythos would appreciate the reference, and
those who were not would be none the worse for their ignorance.

The strange part is that I received an e-mail from a stranger a few days ago,
stating that Yoyodyne had recently been purchased by AOL, and that it might
be in my best interests to double-check whatever service/support agreements I
had in place that could be affected by the transition. I thought at first
that the individual was playing a joke of some sort, but after several
e-mails I can say that he certainly seems sincere enough.

So, answer me these questions three:
1. Is/Was Yoyodyne a real company?
2. Has AOL just purchased a group of Red Lectroids without knowing it?
3. Has this merger finally allowed the AOL Lectroids to bring the rest of
this miserable planet's Red Lectroid population into the fold?

Any information you can/will share on this subject will be much appreciated.

Ken "Wildcard" Thomas
BBI# 137322 NAST-SEUSA-NC
"Fire first, fire often, fire with enthusiasm."

**** Yes, there is a Yoyodyne (in fact, I think you can even get to them on 
AOL by entering Yoyodyne in the keyword section), but they claim to only
be involved in online games or somesuch. Nevertheless, keeping an eye on
them would be a good thing, I think. - ArcLight ****
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Subj:	 Buckaroo Banzai... what else?
Date:	2/9/99 9:41:45 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	yodyneltd@hotmail.com (John Twotepes)

Greetings!
We have quite a large selection of Buckaroo Banzai items for sale; we 
have had great success with these items on Ebay but we would like to 
offer members of the World Watch list set prices on items. We have too 
much to list here, but it's safe to say we have most of the items 
available in relation to the film - if not, we can probably put you on 
to a source for what you're trying to find. To identify yourself as a 
World Watch One subscriber, put a reference to "order#23" in the subject 
of your email to us, along with requests for whatever items you are 
looking for and we will let you know what kind of deal we can offer you. 
This offer is good until mid-March, at which point we have to start 
taking inventory for the summer convention circuit...

and remember....

-John Yabbaddoo
YOYODYNE LIMITED
where the future is believed to be sometime relatively soon.

**** Ive never done any business (yet) with these people, so Id appreciate
any feedback about your experiences, good or bad. Thanks. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	My Intro
Date:	2/10/99 12:45:59 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	KGausler

Hello everybody,

BBI #2488 "Rubber Duck" from the Central Europe Branch is ready for duty and
is transferring a personal introduction to the maillist.

Since over a year I read this maillist kind of offline (I took them from the
archive, but I still can not download part "60- .zip") and I really enjoyed
all of your writing. So I think it is time for me to come forward and also
write something. I will start with the beginnig, how I became a BBI.

I am a Blue Blazer from the very first day. I read in a major movie magazine
("Cinema") about a new Science Fiction movie called Buckaroo Banzai. The
article was somewhere in the middle of the magazine and only half a page
long, while major movies receive tenth of pages. But I liked immediately the
name and was interested in every SF movie, so I read on. The article made
clear that the movie is very uncommon and inspiring. The HERO was described
as a mixture between Superman and Donald Duck (Oooh!) and is was named a
possible Cult movie. Somehow, I decided than that this will be my favorite
movie and it really happened. 

I waited for the opening in the theaters. I didn't expect our small town
theater to show it, so I checked out the surrounding towns. I had to go by
bicycle (to young to drive) for some 15 miles to watch the movie. I was
almost alone in the big theater but was fascinated by it. I had the chance to
see it a second time in another town and used it to understand more of the
little pieces. Also I tried hard to remember the music, so I could whistle it
along my journey home.

Sometime later, getting a VCR I rented the Video and showed it some friends
(together with "Dune" and some beer and chips). Most of them liked it, but I
had to explain the plot several times. But no one caught the fire of the
movie like I did. As soon as possible I made a copy of the movie (and a spare
copy) and I started to watch it. I watch it to often, so I realized that this
special feeling was getting lost. I decided to watch it regularly but only
once a year. So since more than 10 years I watch the movie close to my
birthday as a special present to me. 

In '95 I made first contact with the Internet I tried to get a Banzai related
Email Address and was suprised that all names were already used. One of the
first phrases searched at the search machines was about BB. But I only found
a description of the movie. I tried it once in a while and was delighted to
see more and more websites with Banzai related stuff and also this maillist. 

Before I end, I would like to special thank all fellows, which keep up those
wonderful websites, the incredible inspiring authors of the here published
fanfics and of course our host of this maillist.

K Gausler
Callsign: Rubber Duck
"Standing still is one step back"

PS: Can somebody mail me the script of the sequel? (BB against the WLoC) I
did not find it in the archives

**** Superman and Donald Duck?!? Oh well...that beats my blurb I have
someone about Clint Eastwood signing for the lead. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 5, pt.1
Date:	2/14/99 12:20:11 AM 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. 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. At
the hotel, the police are still collecting evidence when the storm begins
to threaten them as well. Reno and Wayback discuss Replay's condition in
the restaurant. At the safehouse, Buckaroo starts the meeting he had
Pecos set up earlier, only to have it interrupted...

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Lock and Key
Chapter Five

If I have seemed a bit remiss in the matter of Jet Lightfoot in previous
chronicles, it has largely been deliberate. She is particularly alert to
her personal security, which is hardly unique for someone in her
profession, but her take on privacy is definitely off center by most
standards. Never have I seen her less than appropriately composed in
front of a camera or media microphone; no matter the circumstances, she
has always had a rapport with journalists, DJs, and VJs which some people
in the business thirty years or more never attain. Were this not the
case, I have no doubt that she might well have had considerably more
difficulty remaining in the United States, but the issue of her
immigration status, long settled now, was much in the papers at the time
and I feel no great need to discuss it here.

For the benefit of those new to these chronicles, however, I will recap
what I have previously said about her background, inasmuch as some of it
is pertinent here. We first met her unexpectedly almost nine months after
the events of Across the Eighth Dimension. A troop of Bravos were laying
an ambush for our encampment at the time; noticing only that there were
civilian campers in the wood, the lady set things in motion before they
were properly positioned. Certain of her actions warned us things were
amiss, giving us the chance to be ready for it when the first gunshots
were fired. When she was wounded during the engagement, the soft body
armor we found her in left little question that she belonged on the side
of the angels.

Buckaroo, of course, took it upon himself to see to her welfare, and it
was not long before he introduced her to us as Jet. Within a matter of
weeks she'd settled in as much as any of the interns and was reworking
her armor for our benefit. Some five months later, what initially
appeared to be an earthquake demolished a bar we played a charity show in
one night, taking several people below street level with it, Jet
included. As the only one that involved who wasn't still in the hospital,
she was interviewed a few days later, and one of Hanoi Xan's lieutenants
named Deng Fat passed the tape on to his master with several choice
comments about this intern being someone with either far too much luck or
far too much talent to ignore. Xan had taken immediate notice, although
at the time only she expected that the interview might somehow make its
way to Sabah. She watched her back accordingly from the moment she
stepped out of the studio; to that point, she had no firm reason to
believe he'd noticed her, but she hadn't stayed alive as long as she had
by taking unnecessary risks.

Nor was it luck that she was healthy enough to do the interview to begin
with. There are those who've accused her of thinking she's some kind of
superhuman. The fact of the matter is that she's very aware of her own
limitations (hence the body armor, the likes of which we'd never seen
before) and despite appearances, being human isn't one of them. This
above all inclines her to cherish her privacy; while we're unlikely to
make a guinea pig of anyone, there are those in our own government who'd
love the chance in her case. As it was, she was injured frequently enough
in the time she spent with us that Buckaroo has done significant
physiological studies on the female of her species, both with and without
her active and knowledgeable assistance. By the day she left to return to
her own folk, she was as much family as any resident has ever been, and
as sorely missed by those of us who knew her.

For others, of course, she was neither fish nor fowl. While it is true
that some people who come to the Institute never make it past intern
status, we had never before had anyone leave after making their
residency. This put her in the rather awkward position in two respects:
firstly, that she was to some degree abandoning her second family in
favor of her first, and secondly, that our new personnel didn't always
react well toward her on the rare occasions when she could be with us.
Certainly it did not help her any that most of those visits coincided
with trouble of one kind or another; although he'd never knowingly met
her, Wayback was but one of several folk well convinced she was at best a
stormcrow.

Lindbergh, on the other hand, had rather more of an open mind on the
issue. Where he was concerned, anyone in intelligence was deserving of
careful scrutiny and could be fish one day and fowl the next without
warning. Or not; one was never really certain. Best to keep one's
attention to oneself and one's mouth shut. On the other hand, if we were
sure enough of her to make it clear we still considered her a resident,
then Jet was a special case. Very possibly, trouble found her more often
than the other way about. Certainly that would explain why Buckaroo was
admitting that we scarcely knew the woman he'd learned to think of as
Replay. It also very much justified Pecos's remark that bravos inhabiting
the Phantom Zone would have been too easy an occurrence. He'd never
actively intended to get caught up in intelligence operations, but
Lindbergh had been on the edges of enough of them to know that the best
use of the word "simple" in that context was in describing people who
thought the days of cloak-and-dagger would come to a screeching halt if
the Soviet Union ever fell.

Evidently Buckaroo had expected to hear Pecos comment further, for when
she fell silent, he took note of her gaze. The shadow which had been
against the glass a moment before was gone by the time he looked, but
rather than writing it off as her nerves working overtime, he started
toward the door for a better view. "Hold that thought," Big Norse said
before he was halfway there, her own attention rather less elsewhere than
an eavesdropper might have expected from the tone. "I've lost the
carrier." 

"Checking," Pecos said almost immediately, trying her own go-phone only
to discover that while the screen lit up enough to prove the batteries
weren't low, there was far too much static and flicker to make out an
image. She had to bring the audio all the way up to get anything at
first, then hastily backed it down again when the device produced only
static hiss and high-pitched squeals. "Someone knows where we are."

It was hardly necessary to say more. From Buckaroo himself to the newest
intern on the tour, we'd all known that this was at best a temporary
solution to our housing problem and the main thing it had going for it in
terms of physical security was the fact that it was officially unoccupied
but not yet up for sale, hence as nearly invisible as was possible for
several acres of Church property to be. Quite apart from the handful of
local Blue Blaze Irregulars who'd managed to provide us with minimal
amenities in the space of a couple hours on no advance notice, we knew of
only 2 police officers who were privy to our exact location. Still, as we
well knew, Xan's spies could be almost anywhere and if it wasn't good
fortune that had allowed us this much time undisturbed, then it was
assuredly part of his master plan somehow. 

Under the circumstances, no one considered a simple malfunction to be the
likely explanation. Go-phones are hardy devices; they have to be to
survive some of the field conditions we encounter. While it's true that
landing hard on one after a long fall will usually do damage, they've
been known to transmit after such treatment, and dead batteries are the
largest obstacle we face with them on a routine basis. Unfortunately,
like so many other electronic communication systems, they're no more
immune to jamming than to electromagnetic pulses. 

Knowing you're about to be under attack and being able to do anything
about it, however, are sometimes two completely different things.
Buckaroo spent a moment examining the door as closely as he dared without
opening it, then tried the knob when he saw nothing alarming. To
everyone's surprise, it turned to no effect. Using both hands and putting
body weight behind it didn't help. "Locked?" Perfect Tommy wondered. If
that was the problem, it was almost solved already.

"Jammed. It's not even moving." 

Lindbergh got up and took his chair with him, setting it on the floor
again close to the door. "Let me try. I used to be good at this." 

"This I gotta see," said Tommy. Buckaroo stepped back, and the pilot
leaned in close to the door frame, which he began to tap with one fist.
About a third of the way down the latch edge of the frame he dug into the
adjacent wall with a fingernail, leaving a slight mark.

"Can I have about another foot?" he asked Buckaroo. "Wouldn't wanna hit
anything by accident." He didn't wait for an answer, but hefted the chair
by the legs and swung it at the doorframe, aiming at the spot he'd marked
a moment before. The entire wall shuddered under the impact, but
something fell to the floor on the other side of the door, bounced
metallically a few times, and was silent. The chair was on the ground
again before the bouncing stopped, and he had his Beretta in hand before
he tried the doorknob.

This time the door came open, revealing a hall that was completely empty
except for three pennies laying in the floor, one of the coins rather
obviously having seen better days. (Later examination would reveal a
penny-sized indentation in the door at precisely the altitude Lindbergh
had struck the frame, but I digress.) "Pecos, Big Norse, back Rawhide,"
said Buckaroo, getting back to business. "Tommy, see what you can do
about raising Reno. Get them back here if you can. Sidney, you take the
north end; get people together and meet me at the bus. I'll take the
south end."

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