World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  84 (16 May1999)
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Number of subscribers: 547
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Contents:
Greetings
Hello BB lovers
Dragon Tales
Re: World Watch OnLine 
Fan Fiction
Conventions
BB Mailing List
Greetings !
Lock and Key, Chapter 8, pt.2

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Greetings,

Well...hope things are okay across the length and breadth of Banzai-dom.

Sorry about last weekend, but...well...special Mothers Day deployment
action came up, ya know?

Assuming Fortunecity doesnt give me any hassles, Ill have the Library
updated with the most recent issues tonight for the new folks who may
want to catch up.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 Hello BB lovers
Date:	5/6/99 2:21:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	chocolate_monk@hotmail.com (''Chocolate Monk'' Russ W)

This is my first post to the group but I had a couple of reasons for it so I 
thought it was time.  First, Thanks for all who have composed web pages and 
Arclight in particular for keeping us all informed.  You guys have gave in 
the true nature of the Banzai Institute.  Second, In terms of Ebay and other 
auction sites, I have bought the Banzai headband and the novel and have had 
no problems what so ever.  My advice though of course is don't pay too much 
for anything.  There are a lot of stupid people there that bid insanely 
high. Stuff will come back around.  Especially the videos and other gadgets. 
  Lastly, Shelby!  are you out there?  Mail me so we can wax the intellectual 
about BB and all his glory.

Russ
aka Chocolate Monk

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	5/7/99 9:19:02 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

Greetings to all from a rainy city in Oregon!
First I would like to thank BBI Zulu for the tip on another auction site
to check out BB stuff. That's Amazon.com.
    Hello Sean M., (got a BBI name?) say, if the Video Watchdog magazine
doesn't publish your article on TABB and the quotes by director W.D.
Richter, you should consider letting us here on the WW1 read it! I'd
love to hear what Richter had to say to you, sounds too cool!
    The novel contest is still open to suggestions! Believe it! Don't be
shy, send this newsletter your idea, or you can e-mail me personally
with it. Thank you BBI Synthetic Angle for your enthusiastic idea! It is
under consideration. I do wish to make one issue crystal clear though. I
am giving away one(1) BB novel in this contest. I plan to work up some
simple guide lines for the contest that will be published at a later
date, like when the contest officially starts.
    The following are excerpts from a  declassified bulletin board memo
found at Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems. Apparently the company was
offering night classes for it's employees. I present it here for your
entertainment:
(Please note that the spelling has been corrected so that we humans can
better understand it)

Under the heading of "Health and Body"
HB 339 Suicide and your future
HB 317 Optional body functions
HB 390 Creative tooth decay
HB 347 How to cultivate and care for your body parasites
HB 325 Pain therapy through 220 volt electroacupuncture
HB 399 Biofeedback and how to stop

Under the heading of "Business and Career"
BC 296 Money can make you rich
BC 234 Looters guide to American cities
BC 227 How to profit from your alien body
BC 259 "How I made a killing breeding snotts"
BC 242 Mortgage reduction through arson
BC 268 How to dress for successful human infiltration

As you can tell from these excerpts, despite common belief, the
management at Yoyodyne truly cared for it's employees.
One last note, the instructors names were: John Skolar, John Eghed and
John Chokbord.

Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon
A random novel quote: "Like a roller coaster ride through a meteor
shower."
Reno - recalling how Buckaroo initially described the experience of
traveling through what has come to be called 'The Eighth Dimension' by
the popular press.

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 
Date:	5/10/99 5:39:49 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	drogue@eskimo.com (Darick Chamberlin)

Hello all,

I am wondering if anyone has noticed similarities between EMR's creation
of BB and the characters of some of Michael Moorcock's fiction,
specifically the character Jewelry Jules or whateverhisnameis from 'The
Chinese Agent'  or even p'raps  the character of Jerry Cornelius from the
Cornelius saga? Perhaps it's just a 60's/70's zeitgeist thang or perhaps
there is more direct influence. Can anyone point out other echoes?
Obviously Doc S. in there and especially as regards the Cavaliers = the
Fab 5. What else? 

I discovered William Burrough's NOVA trilogy the same year I read the
Buckaroo novelization (though I can't really call it that, freestanding
genius text that it is) and enjoyed the feeling of the proximity to some
of EMR's sources of joy as a reader even as he was delighting me as an
author. Death dwarves!

While I'm here any comic book artists or scripters who would be in to
collaborating? Even something fanpicfic style, but who knows?

Stay cool,

drogue
www.zaius.com

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Subj:	 Fan Fiction
Date:	5/11/99 2:35:11 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	buckaroo@jane.penn.com (Fanatic BBI)
To:	wwatchone@aol.com (World Watch One

Hey all,  just a note or two for now mainly the news is that Part 2
to Things are Bigger in Texas, a cross over with TKR2 has just been
sent on to the site @ http://members.tripod.com/~BBILiason
if you have yet to check it out... and one thing if your there please
take the time and vote for your favorite fanfiction story..
laters
Fan

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Subj:	 Conventions
Date:	5/11/99 5:38:04 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	hdhurlante@yahoo.com (H.D. Hurlante)

Are there any Buckaroo Banzai events coming up soon Just wondering 

H.D. 

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Subj:	 BB Mailing List
Date:	5/13/99 5:04:23 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	erikks@homemail.com (Erik Kobayashi-Solomon)

Dear BBI#621 (or whomever is looking at this),
    I would very much like to be included among the 'self-proclaimed'
Blue Blaze Irregulars.  Before I introduce myself, I'll give you some
basic details:

Name: Erik Kobayashi-Solomon
email: erikks@homemail.com 
Requested BBI#: ei (that's 2.718281828.... times the square root of
negative one, of course...)

    As for an self introduction, I first became a fan of Dr. Banzai in
1988, when I saw a certain docu-drama about one of his famous
adventures.  I was attracted to Dr. Banzai because he and I seemed to
share quite a few common interests.  For example, I have been studying
various Japanese martial arts since my boyhood and am a constant dabbler
in physics (even helped build a particle physics experiment which later
was run at Los Alamos Nat'l Labs...).  I have visited your web site many
times, but for some reason have never thought to sign up before this.
    My greatest joy (other than the joy of duty, of course) is thinking
that soon I will be able to buy a DVD of the original docudrama (as
reported by a fellow BBI on a web page somewhere) and perhaps even watch
a serialized version of Banzai's adventures on t.v.  My wife mistakenly
recorded a children's program over my video copy of the docudrama (when
she realized her mistake, she called my cell phone while I was in an
important meeting -- with someone who I suspect is actually an evil red
Lectroid in human guise -- apologizing in tears...), and I can't seem to
find another copy anywhere!
    As to my peculiar name, my lineage is mostly European, but my wife's
is Japanese.  (We met while I was working in Japan).  When we had our
first child, we thought it would be better to take a family name which
would remind him of his Japanese as well as his Western heritage...  To
make Kobayashi-Solomon a little more manageable, I invite people to call
me by my new nickname, 'KoSo'.

    As for hobbies, I am interested in Zen painting (I am apprenticed to
a Zen master painter...), poetry, social activism (lately, I would
particularly like to figure out how to raise my son in an environment in
which he does not have to worry about being shot by a handgun.  I know
Dr. Banzai keeps a handgun, but would like him to consider developing
some other, non lethal means of self defense), computer programming
(though this is a new interest for me and I have been described as being
a worse programmer than the average 12 year old...) and theories of
finance (especially how they relate to chaos theory).
    As for special skills, I hold a few degrees of black belt in a few
different martial arts, can do a fair job of analyzing financial
statements, and play cello reasonably well (Bach though, no blues or
rock...).  I read, write and write Japanese fluently as well (though it
will take me more work to keep up with it now that I am living in NJ,
rather than Tokyo or Nagoya).

    Nice to be a part of Team Banzai!

    I look forward to receiving BB news.  Thanks for your wonderful web
site and the time and energy you must spend putting it all together!  It
must be a labor of love...  I don't imagine I have many skills which
might help, but if there is something above that strikes a chord, drop
me a line and I'll try to help out!

Peace,
erik...

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Subj:	 Greetings !
Date:	5/15/99 5:09:45 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	zaph42@myquebec.com (So)

So "Zaphod" from Zaph42, BBI number dunno.

Well, delurk myself, no ?

Just a question to all BBIs... and those who know the way of the dvd
gods..
When is TABB going to be released on DVD ?
Dammit, I can find whatchamacallit stuff such as.. well, no, no titles..
but
no TABB at all.. frustrating.

Anyone has news ?

On a lighter note, ebay REALLY is a good place to spend money when you
should not.. Can't help myself ;)

My best to all of you !

Zaph'

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**** Yeah, some cool stuff pops up on Ebay, but dont be too hasty. Some
of that stuff is still available for sale through regular outlets. Keep an eye on
the FAQ and the Links page at the WWOL site. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 8, pt.2
Date:	5/1/99 10:52:37 PM Eastern Daylight 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, except
T-Bear (who belongs to Lynx, Trouble, himself, and several cats at last
check). 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 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 no recollection of Team
Banzai in general and only a very slight recall of Rawhide, whom she'd
once drawn. Perfect Tommy, unaware of her memory loss, informs Reno of
the situation, 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. 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 an extremely peculiar thunderstorm -- 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, only to have it interrupted. When Big Norse reports
communications are being jammed and people 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. One of Hanoi Xan's spies, under direct control, makes an
unsuccessful bid to get at Replay, much to the consternation of the
Cavaliers. Meanwhile, Lindbergh decides to make a call of his own, and
the rest of Team Banzai reacts to the sound of a single gunshot. Back at
the precinct house, Harrison discusses the case with two fellow officers,
one of whom knows more about current Team Banzai activities than anyone
else on the force. Reno and Wayback come under fire, and Lindbergh's call
connects. Wayback demonstrates a heretofore unknown talent.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Eight, pt.2

Aware that the eastbound span of the Blanchette Bridge was blocked by a
multi-car pileup, a St. Louis County officer took the Earth City
Expressway exit to make his routine turnaround instead of making the
normal momentary out-of-jurisdiction swing through the edge of St. Charles
just at the west end of the bridge complex. Everything to the north of
the interstate along here was Bridgeton's turf; they could just pick up
anything in the two miles or so he was leaving uncovered today. It wasn't
like it was going to hurt him in terms of stops or arrests anyway;
chasing speeders was a questionable maneuver there to begin with, and
with even a one-car accident on either span everyone wanted to gawk, not
speed. Besides, in this weather, who wanted to pull people over just for
speeding anyhow.

He'd just come to a stop at the bottom of the ramp when something flashed
by to the south of the overpass. A second look through the
now-diminishing rain confirmed that he had a possible target, a blue
Camero going southbound on the Expressway at much too high a speed
for conditions. There was next to nothing south of the interstate to
justify that; if it had been someone late for work, the moron should have
stayed on I-70 for the next exit, then left I-270 at Dorsett to get
there; it would have been a lot quicker. This meant that the driver was
probably up to something more serious. The officer switched on his lights
and sirens before putting his foot back on the gas, and was just starting
southward himself when an unmarked white panel van followed the Chevy
down the ramp going excessively fast as well, clearly trying to keep up
with the sportscar. "All units, all units," Dispatch said from the dash
radio, "I have an APB for a blue 1987 Chevy Camero, partial Missouri
plates six two niner, and a green 1986 TransAm, partial Missouri plates
whisky three eight, both wanted in connection with a 15-car accident on
the I-70 bridge. Both vehicles may also be involved with the attempted
murder of Team Banzai personnel. Subjects in the Camaro are two Asian
males between the ages of 30 and 35, medium build and height; the TransAm
is driven by a male Caucasian, approximately 25, red hair, about 200
pounds. Subjects may be heavily armed."

He picked up the mike and identified himself. "I have a blue Camero
southbound on the Earth City Expressway, followed by a white panel van,
both speeding. Request backup and ambulance." He wasn't sure what was up
yet, but he was willing to bet that neither driver had a clue about the
first bend in the road. Things were about to liven up considerably.

***

Wayback learned about the curve almost at the last minute himself when
another car came around it toward us before we got there. But for that
lone driver, and the fact that the Canadian hadn't quite given up
tracking everything alive, we would undoubtedly gone cross-country. At one
time this might have been intended to eventually become a 4-way
intersection, but something had prevented that, leaving only a 90-degree
turn in the middle of a field without anything to show why the street
department had made it break left so abruptly. We only just made it
around that curve on the pavement, going somewhat more than 10 mph in
excess of the posted bad-weather speed limit. That was not fast enough to
maintain the distance between ourselves and the first of the chase cars.
It had trouble with the turn as well, not gaining as much ground on us as
I would have expected, but gaining nonetheless. Something larger behind
it which I couldn't see well enough to identify didn't make it at all,
bounding over the shoulder to lose traction, if not more than that, in
the field beyond.

We were just starting to hear sirens when a break in the rain let us see
the stoplight at the next intersection. If anything, the turn that looked
most likely to carry us away from bystanders was almost as sharp as the
first one had been, and I braced for an impact with the signal standard
that probably would have ended the chase, if not someone's life, had we
hit it. Somehow, Wayback kept it under control, only to have to brake
hard and swerve a few hundred yards later in order to avoid colliding
with a police car arriving on the scene. Belatedly we realized we hadn't
taken the rain coming through the destroyed windshield into account when
we'd estimated that the sirens had been much further away. 

Behind us, the blue Camero wasn't so lucky. With his self-confidence
buoyed by success in the first turn, the driver had put on a bit more
speed in order to catch us and thus missed the yield lane altogether,
blowing through the intersection into a broad U-shaped loopback. Trying
the southward turn again, he noticed the St. Louis cop too late to avoid
that vehicle. The resulting collision took down the standard Wayback had
so narrowly avoided, and every light in the sub-grid went out at once.

I put my pistol on the dash and my hands on my head to wait for officers
to come over. If they were really the police, I didn't want to be
mistaken for a threat. If not, then there was little I could do about it.

***

Pecos and Big Norse were the first to emerge from the relative cover of
the door to dash for the bus, sidearms out and seeking targets they
didn't encounter. Rawhide spent another moment under shelter from the
weather, not commenting about Buckaroo's orders although it was clear he
would have preferred to bring up the rear himself. Once he moved out with
Dingo across his shoulder, however, he wasn't slow about it; even if
Dingo was one of Xan's spies, that didn't make him, or anyone with him,
any less of a target for whatever bravos might be about.

This left Buckaroo alone with Jet, something he would not ordinarily have
felt any need to make excuses for. He didn't waste the time asking her if
she was up to this; she wasn't, really, and they both knew it, but it had
to be done and there was little use delaying. Still, she was probably the
prime target. "Here," he said, stripping off his own jacket and handing
it over. He could not help but think back briefly to a day some three
years before when she'd forcibly loaned him her well-abused flight
leather and wonder if she'd been any more certain she was doing the right
thing than he was now. 

From the way she looked at him when she took the black leather, he began
to think she remembered the garment, or at least one enough like it to
understand how this one was rigged. She slipped it on fast enough to
suggest that warmth wasn't the highest consideration, and wasn't
surprised at all when she put one hand in and immediately pulled a
matte-black .22 autoloader out of the concealed hold-out holster built
into that side of the jacket. The gun looked almost toylike in her hand
compared to her usual choice of sidearms, but there was nothing playful
about the way she checked the load before handing it to him. If the body
armor had calmed her to the point she'd rather he be armed, so be it.
He'd tried arguing with her about tactical issues almost three years ago
and didn't expect to be any more successful now. "Ready?"

"More than I was," she said. To his relief, she sounded more confident in
that than she'd been of anything but Dingo's condition since waking.
"Go."

Aboard the bus, Rawhide was beginning to fret noticeably at the delay when
Buckaroo burst from the recessed doorway to cross the parking lot as fast
as he could move on the wet pavement. The explanation for that delay was
immediately obvious, and Rawhide grabbed a second towel before meeting
Buckaroo at the steps. "Anything else I should know about?"

Buckaroo didn't answer, but turned to look out the windows for himself
just in time to see something he'd hoped to avoid. Jet was scarcely
halfway across the pavement when the first bolt of lightning arced out of
the sky directly toward her, attracted by all the metal in her body where
a number of old injuries had been repaired. With dry footing, she might
just have had the reflexes to avoid being hit; with her psionics intact,
she would have been able to predict it enough to make some other, taller
object the final target by altering her own path. Neither was to be this
time. Something on the order of 1.21 gigawatts of electricity hit her in
the center of the back, then split and arced away to either side of her
as she lost her footing and went down, still conscious. Thunder overrode
any other sound for some seconds while everyone's eardrums recovered. 

Surprised by the near-hit to the bus, Perfect Tommy turned for a look of
his own and saw Jet as  clearly as the rain would allow anyone to see.
The pavement itself was blackened to either side of her, and the leather
across her back had been seared away to expose armor, but she was still
moving somehow, doing the fastest infantry crawl he'd seen in his life
and still on track for the doors of the bus. He lost that astonishing
view just as Buckaroo and Rawhide started to recover enough from the
flash to distinguish dark from light, and before he could find words to
convey what he'd seen, T-Bear was opening the doors.

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