World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  74 (21 February 1999)
Submissions: WWatchOne@aol.com
Editor: WWatchOne@aol.com
Homepage: http://come.to/BuckarooBanzai
FAQ: http://www.figmentfly.com/bb/bbindex.shtml

Number of subscribers: 557
(NOTE: anyone who doesn't have an "@something" behind their name is
from 'aol.com.')

Contents:
Greetings
A Note on Yoyodyne
submission... NEVER!! I WILL NEVER BE SUBMISSIVE!!!
Re: World Watch OnLine 73 - 14 February 1999
New Member
Join Banzai Mailing List!
Lock and Key, Chapter 5, pt. 2

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Greetings,

Last week there was a notice from yodyneltd@hotmail.com (John Twotepes)
offering Banzai items for sale. I asked for feedback about them, since Id 
never dealt with em before. Thought I should share a little about what
I heard.

Disgruntled BBI:
well, he had a Banzai press
kit, and some club newsletters on ebay recrntly, and I won the bid for
them. He was quick to let me know I was the winner, and I was quick to
send him a $44 check- that was 1/19/99, and to date I've heard nothing
from him! I do understand that he has to wait until the check clears
before he can send me the materials I've paid for, but today is 2/15/99
and I'm starting to believe I won't be hearing from him again. I've sent
him e-mail reminding him about our arrangement- more than once- but I
get no response from him.

I wrote Twotepes of the concerns of this member and received this:
That's not quite accurate - we got the check and sent out the order, he 
wrote that he hadn't receivced it, and when I got the email I was out of 
town and told him I'd have to look into it when I got back - we've been 
in contact the whole time and we just sent a replacement out this week 
since we couldn't figure out what happened to the original.

Then, the same day I received that, our fellow BBI reported:
I got e-mail from Yoyodyne Limited just today-
John Twotapes says my package was returned to them for insufficient postage
(which I paid in advance, by the way) and he assures me that he put it back
in the mail to me Friday.

Is it just me, or are two slightly different versions of what happened floating
around here? What does this mean? Maybe nothing, but I think Id be darn
careful dealing with these folks.

Just a consumer alert from your friendly neighborhood ArcLight.

Now on to the fun stuff...
ArcLight

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Subj:	A Note on Yoyodyne
Date:	2/14/99 11:40:39 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Frog God

In a message dated 2/14/99 7:06:12 PM Central Standard Time, WWatchOne
writes:

> So, answer me these questions three:
>  1. Is/Was Yoyodyne a real company?

There is/was an entertainment company called Yoyodyne.  I know, I did some
work for them.  This was almost 4 years ago, but they were providing content
for Prodigy for a fee.  I was contracted to write a column on adventure
gaming (I am a published game designer, a publisher of adventure games, and a
writer).

>  2. Has AOL just purchased a group of Red Lectroids without knowing it?

The Yoyodyne *I* am speaking of didn't appear to have any Red Lectroids, as
it was a division of something called "Seth Godin Productions", which
apparently had no one named John working at it at the time...:D

>  3. Has this merger finally allowed the AOL Lectroids to bring the rest of
>  this miserable planet's Red Lectroid population into the fold?

Your guess is as good as mine...

-Paul @ CFE
BBI Frog God
Team Frog Strike Team Leader

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Subj:	submission... NEVER!! I WILL NEVER BE SUBMISSIVE!!!
Date:	2/14/99 8:31:11 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	WhtWolfie

As I'm new to the online realm of BBI's, I've been trying to figure out a
call sign and number... I figured out my name, but have no clue about a
number... I don't want to take one thats already in use... after having gone
through the humiliating process of finding an AOL screen name...  I don't
want to go through it again.  Does anybody know  of a listing, at least of
the numbers?

Thanks in advance,
Amanda "Pen Guin" Kundert
BBI# ????
"A Pen Guin for your thoughts?"
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**** Strike Team Renegade maintains a list of BBI names, to which theyve 
volunteered to add the numbers. If youre worried about picking one someone
else has used, you can check with them, I guess. Theres a link on the WW1
page. Or you can just use what you want and dont worry about it. Either
way would work, I imagine. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 73 - 14 February 1999
Date:	2/17/99 6:03:15 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	MLWOLFF

In a message dated 99-02-14 20:06:12 EST, you write:

<< In pursuit of Buckaroo >>

Hi ArcLight!

I was surfing aroung Comedy Central's site and discovered some info.  You
probably already know this but....

TABB is scheduled to air on March 3 at 9:00AM. They describe the film as an
"offbeat genre film... a silly movie for smart people."  I liked that!  :)

That's all for now!

Michelle W

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Subj:	 New Member
Date:	2/18/99 5:54:41 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	dmr22@cornell.edu (D.M. Rotach)

hi!

Purpose of communique:
I wish to be added to your mailing list.

Qualifications for membership:
I am a great fan of Sci Fi Action Adventure in general, and Buckaroo and Co.
in particular.  I was terribly disappointed to find that this wonderful
movie's sequel was never made and exceptionally enthused to find that they
are indeed planning to make a tv series!

First Introduction to TABB:   (can we call it that?)
I was told of this movie many years ago by a friend, and although it took a
few months back then to find a copy, it was worth the wait.  Since then, I
have watched it every time I could find it on, even taping it a few times
(most of which got taped over :( )

I have read through most of the FAQ, but I wanted to get on the list before
too much more time went by.

I am interested in FanFics and RPGs and general discussion.  (And, yes, I
found the newsgroup.)

From the sound of things, the list and group are kind of slow, although this
could be because all of the questions seem to be answered on the FAQ already.
(Which is impressive!)

Well, that's enough from me for now, 

Tally Ho!  Joy & Cookies!

D.M.Rotach   [dmr]   8-)

dmr22@cornell.edu
http://www.gs.cornell.edu/dani

A celebrity is someone who works hard all his life to become known and then
wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized.
-Line Tag, You're It!

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Subj:	 Join Banzai Mailing List!
Date:	2/21/99 5:38:19 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	brett@dewey.net (Brett Dewey)

Put me on the mailing list!

Briefly about me.  (since you asked)

I was there opening night.  In 1984 I worked in a movie theater in
Boston.  I still have my promotional headband.  I went into the theater
not knowing what to expect, I came out addicted.  I saw it twice on
opening day (went back to my apartment to drag my roomates to the later
showing - and they were addicted.  All in all I probably saw the film
forty times that year.  And at least ten times since.

The following year John Lithgow came to Harvard (his alma mater) to
speak about acting.  I went for an autograph.  The hall was packed.
When he was finished speaking they opened it up to questions.  He was
DELUGED with Buckaroo Banzai questions.  No one in the hall had heard a
word he'd said.  He took it well, answered questions and I got that
autograph (so did many others.)

Years went by.  I moved to Los Angeles, I write for television now...
(And if you hear from Mr. Richter or Mr. Rauch tell them I'll drop
everything to write on the Banzai staff!)

About three years ago I went to a rare midnight showing here in Los
Angeles (I moved).  There were only fifteen very quiet people in the
audience.  Man, do I miss the days of being in a theater full of people
who knew every damn line!

When an old college buddy e-mailed me about the new series news I got
jazzed!  I've combed the net searching for the few links there are.  It
was sad to see so little.  With no new material for years I guess it's
harder to make a site interesting.  Well, I'm going to help keep it
alive!

Check out my new (fledgling) Site:

The John Ya-Ya Guide to Buckaroo Banzai!
http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Teahouse/2099

Or my regular site:
http://home.earthlink.net/~bdewey

email:
john-ya-ya@geocities.com
(or)
brett@dewey.net

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Subj:	 Lock and Key Chapter 5.Pt.2
Date:	2/20/99 10:05:56 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. With their local
communications jammed, they fear the worst is yet to come.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Five, part 2

While Wayback and Lindbergh disagreed as to whether Jet was trouble on
two feet, Rawhide knew enough of undercover work from personal experience
to understand that things didn't often go entirely as planned. While he
hadn't particularly had any qualms about Replay's background, he wasn't
especially surprised that things were threatening to fall completely
apart; no battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy, and there was
little reason at present to presume this should be any different even if
Wayback wasn't precisely that kind of a problem. The cover she'd been
operating under very successfully for the last few weeks wasn't likely to
be something we could reassemble for her quickly enough to keep our
intern telepath from discovering the relatively minor deception, and the
last thing she needed at present was anyone harassing her, justified in
their suspicions or not. 

Just now, it was all he could do to keep her firmly focused. There was no
doubt in his mind that she had every right to be a little worried even
before the weather had rolled in; if she hadn't been running at least a
little nervous, he'd be a lot more concerned about her sanity. As it was,
he wasn't certain we'd defined the real problem yet; her admission that
she wasn't altogether sure she'd really dealt with Indigo's flashbacks
was only a symptom of something much bigger. Why was it that she could
remember the troubled ex-Ranger and her own pencil work, but draw obvious
blanks on everyone she'd seen since waking? And why didn't she remember
Raven, who was as much a part of her daily routine at home as Indigo? As
far as that went, what other things was she likely to surprise us with by
remembering?

For that matter, he was beginning to wonder if he was even dealing with
her as Jet, either. From watching her on stage, in the field, and around
campus, he knew she'd always been a social chameleon; who was to say that
she wasn't as much a different person among her own? Very like Jet,
perhaps, the way her routine operations were very like those at the
Institute, but still recognizably different to someone who knew her both
places; certainly the cover persona she'd been using was distinguishable
in spite of drawing on most of her real history with us for its
background. And undoubtedly some of her behavior was going to be dictated
by plain old ordinary physics regardless of issues of the society she was
interacting in. The storm was excellent example of that.

A notion occurred to him. "Raven deal with Indigo at that close a range?"

"Beats me," she confessed. "The name doesn't ring bells."

"Medic-mechanic. Couple inches shorter and a little younger than you,
same natural coloration, wears her hair in one long braid, and acts like
she's running your show." Under the circumstances, using terms that the
lady at hand would know seemed wisest; in that context, a 'mechanic' was
equally likely to tend to the care and maintenance of automobiles,
aircraft, or cyborgs. In this case, he definitely intended the latter.

She said a name he'd only heard once or twice, one Raven only let family
use; had he been an intern, he probably wouldn't have recognized it at
all. "Has to be, or you wouldn't be bringing age into it." He nodded.
"Oh, yeah, she's been at close range. Takes it better than I do; she
doesn't have ghosts from Nam of her own. Proves who's got the higher IQ,
don't it?" If she'd made that kind of remark under more normal
circumstances, it would have been a potshot at her own expense. He had
doubts if she was egotistical at all unless a cover identity demanded it.

As it was, her tone worried him. Letting her get maudlin on top of
paranoid wasn't a good idea under the best of circumstances. "Wouldn't
know," he assured her. "I wasn't there. We were just getting off the
ground back then."

"Talk to me about that," she said, surprising him a bit. "I need
background I haven't got." If she seemed just a little on the verge of
desperate, at least that was better than depression. "How much did I used
to know?"

"Maybe more than we think," he admitted, "maybe less. You're hard to call
sometimes. The first time Raven met Buckaroo, she said that you and he
were too much alike."

"That explains a lot by itself." It was probably the last reaction he
would have expected. She sounded distant for that moment, but it was a
distance he recognized; she was suddenly able to put a lot of pieces in
place at once. Even if they probably weren't a perfect fit, he'd just
handed her a larger chunk of what she'd been asking about than he'd
realized at first. When she spoke again, she was much more aware of her
words. "I bet I've been known to pull his rank, too."

"Mostly on him. 'Medic's privilege'." Though he didn't say so, New Jersey
had been known to invoke that particular right as well; even Buckaroo
understood that we were better off in the long run if our medical
personnel could override anyone whose judgment was questionable due to
illness or injury.

"If he's as hard to treat as I've been, someone needs to." That much, at
least, she was absolutely positive of. Social chameleon or not, one thing
he knew she was always serious about was medicine; she'd been known to
risk her own safety to treat wounded if it was a matter of life and
death. Considering the way she usually reacted to legitimate threats to
our security, he would not have been surprised to find out she'd try to
keep the world away from her patients with nothing more than a pocket
knife if it came to that.

"You're worse about not knowing you're wounded than he is," Rawhide
assured her, "but try keeping him in bed when he's sick." 

"That's one thing I'm not at the moment, if you're wondering. If I was, I
wouldn't be hungry yet. Not that I plan on looking for the lunchroom
around here until the sky calms down some."

"You've got a clue where you are, then?" As the bomb was probably the
last thing she'd seen before Buckaroo had carried her out of the hotel
unconscious, he hadn't expected it of her.

"Only from the architecture and the smells. If it was still a school, we
wouldn't be here this time of year, would we? Kids would've been
dissecting frogs in that science lab, not Buckaroo sitting there
wondering how far gone I really was. And if I was close to having my head
on completely straight, we wouldn't be in this boiler room wishing the
lightning would quit; we'd be miles up the road somewhere a lot more
securable if I had any say in the matter."

He'd only just opened his mouth to reply when the building trembled from
a direct hit and the lights went off. She swore, a single soft but
heartfelt word in her mother tongue, more pain and startlement than
frustration in her voice. He'd known she had a good reason for disliking
thunderstorms and written it off until now as nothing more serious than
any other pilot might develop. If nearby lightning was actually painful
for her, that was another matter altogether, one he didn't have time to
consider for long before he heard the faint scuff of someone trying to
come down the stairs without being noticed. 

It was just possible that those feet were friendly, not trying to avoid
his attention, just cautious of a possible enemy presence already down
here. In the dark like this, he didn't dare shoot first and ask questions
later; a warning round aimed at the floor or a shot tried for real that
inadvertently struck the wall could bounce as easily as penetrate the
concrete in this room. Either one could get one of the good guys hurt
badly and he wasn't about to take that kind of chance until he had no
other option. Fabric rustled much closer to hand, the lady doing
something with her blanket that was more appropriate than wearing it. She
admitted much later that she was on the verge of throwing it at the
intruder as a distraction when a voice she knew from home whispered in
the darkness.

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