World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  76 (14 March 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Pecos
Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Sur-vey SAYS!
Joining The Bukaroo Banzai Mailing List
NY Post article
Team Banzai/http://members.aol.com/wwatchone/web/list.htm
Lock and Key, Chapter 6, Part 1

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Greetings,

Apologies for missing last weekend. Lets just say *nothing* went as planned
that weekend and leave it at that, okay?

Finally got the Image Gallery back up, after it disappeared into the ether.

The way the weather has been flipping around, Im getting very suspicious
that perhaps Xan is behind it. Ice one day, sunny and the 60s the next? 
This aint right.

Theres a new site with BB fanfic on web: 

http://members.aol.com/morrisjeff/rgb/

should get you there. Just a few pieces so far, but not bad if you want my opinion.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Date:	3/1/99 7:01:35 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	nkhsin@netrover.com (Ni Ke Hsin)

BBI,

Just a correction on a medical point:

Worfin is NOT rat posion. The posion that is used for rats is Warfarin.
Another name for Warfarin is Coumadin, which is marketed as a human
anticoagulant.  Vit K will counteract the anticoagulation effect, but is
not a true antidote, (and usually by the time rats eat it Vit K won't help
muc-works fast). Perhaps with the New Jersey accent, Warfarin got to
Worfin. I think Worfin sounds like a big, evil sea creature myself.

I would be happy to consult with the Bonzai Institute on any further matters.

Lori, R. N. &  wildlife rehabilitator
(which is how I know  about Warfarin & rats)


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History is made at night,
Character is what you are in the dark.
	Dr. Emilio Lizardo

**** If only Peter Wellers character knew about this stuff in Of Unknown 
Origin (my first PW film, and why I knew hed be good in BB). - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Date:	3/1/99 2:45:35 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	Lord TZer0

  Howdy Y'all,

To address BBI No Name, As I recollect, Pecos is very female, very Asian,
(Korean I believe) and as a hard rocking scientist, always in the field,
Tibet last I heard. 

Now was I mistaken, or did I hear Kryton of Red Dwarf's creator's name
correctly as, John Worfin?

BBI Laredo #1122

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Subj:	 Pecos
Date:	3/1/99 1:36:42 AM Eastern Standard Time
From:	mouse@network.ucsd.edu (all that fall)

Pecos actually is a holy hermaphrodite.

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 75 - 28 February 1999
Date:	3/2/99 7:29:37 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	JimUSA

Having seen BB at least 27 times (at least twice in slow motion) and having
seen the director's cut, I understand the plot line of the whole 8th
dimension thing. I assume that the definitions of the first, second and third
dimensions follow the usual physical definitions involving length, width and
depth, but I would like to know about dimensions 4, 5, 6, and 7. Can anyone
help me out here? Has the 8th dimension been referenced elsewhere in
literature or science? Are there other literary works that anyone can
recomend that deal with this concept. I vaguely recall a sci-fi movie about a
4th dimensional man who could walk and move through solid matter...is this
the same thing as the 8th dimension?

Dimensionally Impaired.

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Subj:	 Sur-vey SAYS!
Date:	3/5/99 10:11:58 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	Fanatic@subreality.com 

This week I'm posting the results of a poll I to this past week or so... it's
not official BY any means...
The Question answered by 13 visitors of the Blue Blaze Irregular Strike Team
Special Services

coming in Third Place for in the race for a spot on The Buckaroo Banzai and
HKC cover LP
the Duet With Weird Al of "To All the girls I've loved before" receiving 2
votes
Being the runner up for the coveted song on the LP
An Accoustic version of "The Four Horsemen" receiving 4 votes
and the Winner:
with 7 votes originialy performed by Pink Floyd on "The Wall" Another Brick
in the Wall parts 1, 2, and 3...
congrats to all the contestents...
till next time..
Fanatic

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Subj:	 Joining The Bukaroo Banzai Mailing List
Date:	3/10/99 4:47:59 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	post@nelvana.com (post)

Ola, Ola Buckaroo Amigos,
This is my first time joining a chat-line...so bear with me. Huge fan of the
B-man. Just saw the film recently in a second-run theatre here in Toronto,
and it rocked. I had forgotten how cool Buckaroo is. Definately going as
Buckaroo Banzai this year for Halloween. These may sound like idiotic
questions to those die-hards out there, but I'd like to know the
following...

1) Is there a soundtrack available (on cassette?) of the movie? If so, any
ideas on how I can get my hands on a copy?

2) Were there any Buckaroo comics published? I'd like to know how to get
these as well.

3) Anyone hear any rumors (or facts) of the movie being released on DVD.

Any info would be appreciated

Thanks,

"Gowan Francisco"
Toronto, Canada
e-mail at post@nelvana.com

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Subj:	 NY Post article
Date:	3/11/99 11:26:27 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	riptide@utinet.net (Riptide)

I ran across an article from the New York Post on the possible new BB
series.  It's nothing
that we don't know already, but if you're interested in reading it you
can find it at:
www.nypost.com/entertainment/8489.htm

Riptide
ICQ: 27088601

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Subj:	 Team Banzai/http://members.aol.com/wwatchone/web/list.htm
Date:	3/12/99 8:14:33 PM Eastern Standard Time
From:	drogue@eskimo.com

WW1:

i am a huge fan of the film and even moreso of the book. i have a borrowed
copy i never gave back which i am in process of xeroxing and returning to
the original owner. 

i'm also a comic book illustrator and writer and had toyed with trying to
pitch a comic proposal to Dark Horse or someone in hopes of being allowed
the priveledge to do some other adventures. Now i hear there may be a TV
show with some of the original cast, scripted by the author of the book; and
thus all is well! 

it's my wish to connect to other Buckaroo fans and maybe even the makers of
the new show and get involved. I've contributed to some science fiction
magazines and some Dark Horse and DC comics as well as to cyberpunk grandpa
William Gibson's website 'Yardshow'. 

my website is located at

www.zaius.com

and a sci fi antinovel i wrote 'Cigarette Boy' is there as well, in the
ANNEXIA dept.

sign me on!

- darick chamberlin

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 6, Part 1
Date:	2/27/99 12:22:15 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. When Big Norse reports
communications are being jammed and the residents at the briefing
discover they're 'locked' in, they assume the worst. Downstairs, Rawhide
realizes how uncertain they all are of Replay/Jet's situation just before
the power goes out.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Six, Part 1

A bare whisper came from the speakers to either side of the screen. Xan
opened his mouth to order his pawn to repeat the call, louder this time,
but was saved the effort by a female voice responding to the whisper. So,
Replay was alert enough to catch such a trifling noise; he must take that
into consideration if the time came to make any future attempt on her
life. "Authenticate," she said from somewhere ahead in the darkness,
still beyond the range of the spy's vision, hence beyond Xan's view as
well. It seemed a strange choice of words for a woman of her age,
although it was possible she'd learned it from the Black Beret.

"Answer her," Xan ordered. At least this spy was likely to know what she
meant by it. The military was such a wonderful resource; one needed only
to recruit, not train.

"Holograms killed the video star," said the spy, no longer whispering,
but still at much less than normal volume.

"Mary had a little nerf," Replay's voice answered; "come ahead, wayward
son." Sign and countersign were both unfamiliar to Xan, which was a
little surprising; he should have known all of Team Banzai's current
codes. Unless, of course, this was something that went back long before
he'd 'recruited' the man, something that had been in the rotation but
never used. 

"On me, Dingo." Rawhide's voice, normal volume, almost as far away as
Replay. So much the better. Banzai's second in command still suspected
nothing amiss.

"Coming in," said Dingo, and started forward cautiously. Even with his
own night vision enhanced somewhat as a byproduct of the optics in the
control implant, there was scarcely enough light for him to make out the
floor more than two steps ahead; Xan might have cursed the fact that
neither of them had much view, but he was too intent on the objective at
hand. Replay had heard what she'd expected to hear; she'd trust his pawn
until it was much too late.

It was not until the little picture there was on the screen wavered and
went completely dark that Xan began to realize it wasn't as much of a
sure thing as he'd thought. The last signal the implant transmitted was
the muzzleflash and report of a single gunshot.

***

Replay, or perhaps I should say Jet, had expected a familiar phrase from
Dingo, though she hadn't known that was what we called him until Rawhide
had confirmed her suggestion he join them. While Dingo's reply had
certainly been familiar, it hadn't been close to what she'd wanted to
hear; among her own, any reference to the first video ever played on MTV,
tech-skewed or otherwise, was a warning that things were not what they
seemed to be anymore than the music video channel had been what the
pundits had expected. The phrase "wayward son" was one of a dozen or more
she could have used to confirm she'd gotten his real message, and in part
a secondary message to Rawhide she hoped he'd understand given
circumstances. Before the newcomer had been called Dingo, he'd been one
of her people.

Rawhide had decided she knew him almost from the time she'd responded to
Dingo's voice. No surprise there, really; if we'd ever met anyone from
her territory who didn't know her, we were unaware of the fact. If Jet
wanted to call him in despite her earlier paranoias, Rawhide was prepared
to back her on it, but her apparent accusation that the man was off his
assigned station wasn't normal. As far as he knew, she'd known Dingo had
hooked up with us and approved of the informal arrangement, her only
caveat to it being that we not hang the obvious handle on him since it
was far too likely to cause confusion in the field.

"Company," said Jet, pitching her voice for Rawhide's ears alone; with
Dingo coming toward them as gracelessly as one might expect of a nearly
blind man, she wasn't worried that he'd overhear either that or the soft
rasp of metal on leather as she pulled Rawhide's pistol from its holster.
The single word would have been enough explanation for any of us to have
allowed that so long as she seemed coherent; just now it was abundantly
clear that she had something specific in mind. Barring only Cameo, she
was probably the most experienced nightfighter among us. If she thought
she had use for the gun, it was not something Rawhide wanted to argue,
not without backup. 

Dingo came through the door headfirst, helped into that angle by Jet's
outstretched foot across the doorway; he landed on the concrete, hands
out, only to take a surprisingly gentle blow to the ribs that knocked him
to the floor. He had time enough to thank the heavens that Xan hadn't
told him how to answer her before a muzzleflash lit the room. His ears
were still ringing with the report of the shot when a wave of cold that
didn't come from the floor washed over him, taking awareness with it.

The echoes of that shot traveled farther than they might have in the
open; concrete walls being notoriously unforgiving surfaces for sound,
Pecos and Big Norse heard it while they were still several feet short of
the stairway. Both of them pulled their own sidearms immediately, moving
for the relative cover of the wall but still making their way toward the
source of the shot. "Rawhide," Pecos said quietly, recognizing the sound
of his revolver. If he was shooting at something, chances were good that
he'd hit his target, but that didn't entirely negate the possibility that
there weren't other problems downstairs. With the lights out, neither of
the two women were happy about having to deal with the steps, but they
weren't about to pull out flashlights and make targets of themselves
before they had a better grasp of what was happening.

They reached the stairwell without further incident, Pecos in the lead.
She was halfway down, Big Norse on her heels, before they heard Rawhide's
own exasperated reaction to whatever had happened. "What the hell was
that for?"

Jet answered him without hesitation or ire. "So I stand half a chance
finding out what's wrong around here. Something's not right with this
guy; that's a given."

Reassured they weren't about to walk into an ambush, Pecos and Big Norse
relaxed slightly, enough to be sure they could bring out lights.
"Rawhide? You guys okay?" Pecos asked.

"Two of us are," came the mildly annoyed answer. "Dingo's been shot." He
wasn't ready to rebuke Jet without hearing her explanation, but he wasn't
at all happy either.

"He thinks he has," Jet countered, "and there's a 50/50 chance who ever
was running him thinks so too. If I'd wanted him dead, I coulda broke his
neck as easy."

"Buckaroo sent us to make sure you got to the bus," said Pecos. "We
thought you were being attacked." She sent the beam of her flashlight
into the boiler room door, revealing Dingo on the floor, unconscious but
otherwise intact. Jet took advantage of it to hand Rawhide back his gun
and drop down for a closer look at her recent target.

"You may've been right," she said after a moment, "except that he used to
be one of mine before he got a little too hot to hide reliably. Too many
holes in the Protected Witness Program in my neck of the woods. Couldn't
tell you now where staff sent him, but at one point I'd've known."
Preoccupied with the man on the floor, she wasn't fully aware that she
might be saying too much; then again, she might have presumed Rawhide
would say something if that was a potential problem. "Don't ask how, but
I know he wasn't operating undercover, so telling me not to trust
appearances was something he'd have saved for an audience unless he meant
he wasn't as much in control as it looked."

"Xan," said Big Norse; "Go-phones and main comm are jammed."

"I could learn to hate that man real quick," said Jet. "Someone wanna put
that light right here?"

In spite of the possibility of further threat, they all looked where she
indicated. At the back of Dingo's neck, normally covered by his hair,
there was a faint scar that she didn't recognize and evidently
mistrusted. "Just like Captain Happen," said Pecos. "We found electronics
then too, after he was dead. Not as obvious as talava."

"Not as effective, either, or Xan would have had the drop on us," Jet
admitted. "I do not want to go out there, but it's getting to be too iffy
around here. Any chance the medics can keep Willie sedated for awhile?"

"No problem there," Rawhide assured her at the same time Big Norse and
Pecos both asked, "Willie?"

"The name he had where I know him from is William Peters. Man hates worse
than anything to be called Willie. Can't say I blame him." She started to
stand up, froze in place with her entire attention for something beyond
the door.

While Pecos and Big Norse had headed directly for the basement when the
briefing broke up, Buckaroo had started checking rooms in the south end
of the building, collecting interns as he found them and sending them
back to the bus in small groups. He'd just reached the halfway point of
his section when he heard a single shot and recognized whose weapon it
had come from. Under better circumstances, he could have expected an
almost instant situation report, but with the go-phones inoperative for
the duration, his first response was to head for the nearest stairwell.
He went down those stairs like a driven man, silent only by virtue of
long practice, actively seeking the enemy more as a threat to his people
than as a personal one.

Coming in as he did from the far end of the basement from the boiler
room, he missed a good part of the early conversation. Once he was able
to hear them, however, the voices reassured him somewhat even before he
was close enough to make out what the subject was. Even so, it troubled
him that no one was headed for the bus. Rawhide, Pecos, and Big Norse all
spoke simultaneously, then Jet answered, only the words "Can't say I
blame him," intelligible. A moment more passed while he covered perhaps
another ten feet, then Jet's voice drifted to him again. "It's Buckaroo."

"You tracking again?" Rawhide asked her, startled. Buckaroo could almost
see the look on his friend's face.

"Only if you count audio, " she answered. She'd have a particularly
disgusted expression to go along with that tone of voice, one she
generally reserved for her own failings, however temporary; right now she
had plenty to be frustrated about. "And I can tell you there's only five
upright bodies down here so far. If we have to move, might be nice to do
it before we draw a crowd." 

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