World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  85 (23 May1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 84 - 16 May 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 84 - 16 May 1999
Buckaroo, Doc and Jerry Cornelius
Banzai sequel
Lizardo license plate
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 9 pt.1

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Greetings,

So, Im sitting here watching Jeff Goldblum fight aliens and figure Id better
get off my tail and send this out.

Has anyone else engaged in the hunt for aliens? Im referring to the SETI@home
project out of Berkeley. If you can go to http://setiathome.ssl.berkeley.edu and
download a relatively small program and bit of data, and while your computer
is sitting around not doing anything else, it can crunch some numbers and look
for alien signals. Not something thats going to happen quickly. I have a pretty
fast computer and after 5 hours of processing it had only analyed around 10%
of the data. But as screensavers go, it beats flying toasters, I guess. 

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 84 - 16 May 1999
Date:	5/16/99 9:00:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

Here it is almost summer for us on the beach at Outpost
Florida.......lol.......and I was wondering what the heck I could do
different this year........so, I think I will look into the old BB collection
and find something and then go out to the local beach and bury
it......protected of course, then put it on the net and see which of you
loyal BB fans vs lectroids will be the first to find it.........any comments?

Jim Call Sign BanzaiSGI

**** Bury Banzai stuff?? Howzabout just send it to me for 
safekeeping? - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 84 - 16 May 1999
Date:	5/17/99 11:45:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	figment@figmentfly.com (Sean Murphy)

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

That's certainly an idea.  We'll have to see if VW actually uses the
article or not.  :-)

Sean

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NEW LOCATIONS!

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XENOS WEB PAGE (An old text adventure for the TRS-80) -
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Subj:	 Buckaroo, Doc and Jerry Cornelius
Date:	5/17/99 1:38:16 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	camelot@amigo.net (Scott Tate)

In WWO #84, drogue commented on similarities between Buckaroo certain
other characters, including Doc Savage and Jerry Cornelius.
Coincidentally, writer and outspoken sf personality Harlan Ellison once
made the same connection, although he worded it more as an accusation.
(Inevitable, of course, Harlan's personal style being what it is, and
Harlan having already been shouted down by BB fans during a
convention.)  Back then he was a regularly featured movie review
essayist for The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, and in the
January 1985 issue he called Buckaroo Banzai (among other vilifications)
"a blatant but hotly denied ripoff of the Doc Savage crew and ouevre
spiced with swipes from Michael Moorcock's Jerry Cornelius stories."

Speaking of Doc... As I recall, one of the few (only?) villains to
escape and face Doc a second time was a fellow by the name of John
Sunlight.  With a name like that, surely I'm not the only one to wonder
if this archfiend might have been a Lectroid!  After all, Doc and
Buckaroo have so much else in common, why not Lectroid adversaries?  (I
have too many other writing projects demanding my attention for me to
consider penning any BB fan fic anytime soon, but if someone wants to
explore this idea, it's fair game.  Maybe Doc briefly consulted with
Prof. Hikita and/or Emilio Lizardo back in the day...?)

-- BBI Camelot

**** Yep, John Sunlight was the only major villian to go up against Doc more
than once. Twice in the original pulps and then again in nearly every Doc comic 
series thats come out from the various companies. - ArcLight ****
 
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Subj:	 Banzai sequel
Date:	5/19/99 4:23:58 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	riptide@utinet.net (David)

Hello all,
While flipping through the summer issue of Sci-Fi World magazine I ran
across a feature on "The 10 Best Movies You'll Never See."  The third
one featured was of course the
Buckaroo Banzai sequel.  The feature was a full page on the history,
buzz, and rumors
associated with it.  The authors also had high praise for the proposed
script that BBI
Rafterman cooked up some time ago saying it "nails the spirit of Banzai
perfectly."
Also included is a full page mock-up of a movie poster for the film.
Check it out if you
can find it somewhere.

Riptide
BBI #2708

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Subj:	 Lizardo license plate
Date:	5/20/99 11:30:36 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	morgwhit@pacbell.net (Morgan and Whitney)

http://www.scruz.net/~morgan/psgallery/lizardo.html


===http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Lot/9202===
Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger,
anger leads to hate, hate leads to suf-fer-ing.
Wakka Wakka Wakka!!!   --Fozzy Bear

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	5/22/99 11:14:18 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

Greetings all,

First I wish to welcome BBI Chocolate Monk to the ranks of Team Banzai.
It's comforting to hear that you have had good experiences using eBay to
buy BB collectibles. You have a great point about not getting too caught
up in the bidding wars. I have seen items sell at auction for higher
prices than you could have gotten them for at an online retailer,
including postage. Ahh, but the thrill of the chase is worth something I
guess.

Welcome Erik! BBI Koso?, I too have a few issues with the use of guns,
and here we are part of a group of fans that believe in "Strike Teams"
and follow a band that carries their guns with them on stage when they
do concerts... good for you for wanting to raise your child differently.

BB events at conventions? HD, hold your horses buckaroo! From past
personal experience of having worked on sci fi cons, I have this to pass
on. If you want it to happen, don't wait for "someone else" to do it.
Make it happen yourself! A suggestion would be to get in contact with
the person doing programming on your local con(s). Ask politely for a
small portion of time on the schedule (one hour) for a birds of a
feather Banzai meeting. A small room would do. And don't be surprised
when you get a slot that's early morning or late night, in other words,
the leftovers. Most importantly, make your contact a good 2 months out
from the date of the convention. Then politely remind the programming
person one month out and again a few week later. Give it a shot and let
us know what happens.

The novel contest is still open to suggestions! Believe it! Don't be a
Red Lectroid now, send this newsletter your idea, or you can e-mail me
personally with it. So far we've got the BB poems and the BB sayings and
not much else. Come on Blue Blazes!

Saddle up! A lot of you are missing out on a fun opportunity to get
e-mail from fellow BBIs and fans of BB. All you have to do is use the
link below to go to ONElist for Buckaroo Banzai e-mail communications.
It's fun, it's easy and it's free!
Step #1 -  Use link below
Step #2 -  At the ONElist front page click the button "New Member"
(assuming that you are a new member)
Step #3 - Now you are at Registration, so register
Step #4 - Click the Member Center button
Step #5 - Log in
Step #6 - Use "Find a List" to enter subject "Buckaroo Banzai" and then
click "Find it"
Step #7 - Click on the highlighted title "Buckaroo Banzai"
Step #8 - Click on "Subscribe to this community"
That's it! Now how about posting an introduction?
You can un-subscribe or ask to get no mail at any time.
Once you are a member you can find a list on other personal interests
too. So try it.
http://www.onelist.com/

Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon
A random novel quote:
Penny Priddy: "Should I deny that I sneaked in, that I went through your
personal belongings, that I invaded your privacy?"
Buckaroo Banzai: "Perjury is no worse than what you did."

**** Or...you could just go to the Mailing List page on the WWOnLine site
and use the link there. Might save a few steps. While youre at OneList, 
play with the search feature. You can find lists about all sorts of stuff. 
- ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 9 pt.1
Date:	5/23/99 11:00:15 AM 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 discovers a new talent, the St Charles PD deals with a
multi-car pileup, and the St Louis County PD gets involved. At the
safehouse, lightning strikes much too close for anyone's comfort.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Nine

Lindbergh started badly enough that he almost dropped the phone. That one
had been very close; he could smell the ozone, and just maybe something
scorched as well. He decided against trying any further calls and yanked
his makeshift splices loose so that he could close the junction box
again; no use taking out anymore of the system than absolutely necessary.
He left the phone sitting on top of it to mark the spot for the repair
crew, and headed back for the bus.

Part way there, he saw a figure on the ground, doing a variation on the
classic infantry crawl which didn't seem involve keeping a rifle out of
the muck. Another few steps brought him close enough to realize it could
only be Replay, or Jet, or whatever Buckaroo was calling her now; no sane
person would have chosen to be out in this kind of weather in only a
t-shirt even if they were upright rather than sprawled across the wet
pavement. Concerned for her, he broke into a run, reaching her just at
the bus. The doors opened before he expected them to, and he pushed her
up the steps into T-Bear's ready hands before boarding himself. 

Where everyone else was wet, she was positively soaked from head to toe,
water gushing out the back of the damaged jacket the moment she started
to stand. It was immediately clear she was none too steady on her feet,
and T-Bear would have picked her up without a second thought and taken
her at least as far as a seat if Buckaroo and Rawhide hadn't been at
hand. As alert as she seemed not to be, she might even have cooperated
with such a plan without comment. Certainly she made no effort to get her
hands on the towels herself.

Buckaroo had more pressing concerns on his mind than the apparent
miracle. There was plenty of time later to figure out exactly what had
happened outside; his immediate priority was for Jet's present condition,
which couldn't be good. Being a neurosurgeon, he'd seen the kind of
aftereffects lightning could have on the human body, ranging from almost
undetectable to severe. But while he had amassed a considerable amount of
data on her physiology, this was the first lightning strike he could
document as affecting any of her species, and the fact was that he had
almost no clue what to expect. It was possible that she'd been moving on
instinct -- on autopilot, as she would undoubtedly have put it -- from
the time she'd been hit and just hadn't returned to reality yet, in which
case even she didn't know how badly she might be hurt. It was equally
possible that she was instead going shocky on him already; with what
she'd already been through in the last few days, such a lapse from her
normal behavior wouldn't have been all that peculiar. The only
certainties he had at this point were that she was visibly unmarked,
apart from the ruined leather, and still self-mobile, if only marginally.

Rawhide was just as concerned, if blessedly rather less aware of how bad
the worst case might be. He didn't say anything as he helped walk her
toward the back of the bus. The look he gave Buckaroo was more telling in
that regard than words might have been: how much more could she take?
Buckaroo's immediate answer to that was equally silent; not so his second
thought. "Dingo?"

"Not going anywhere," Rawhide answered. If he noticed he'd stepped on a
piece of wire, pulling it free from its anchorage where one of the
jacket's snaps belonged, he didn't make anything of it.

"He should keep for five or six hours, " New Jersey said, slipping in to
take Rawhide's place. "Long enough for someone to tell me what's going
on, I hope." He was more confused than usual, uncertain whether he'd
missed something or whether things were just a bit weird. Repairs made to
injuries she'd suffered long before meeting any of us were substantial
enough for her to be a bit of a walking lightning rod; by rights, she
ought to have rather extensive interface burns where flesh and metal came
together, one of them made even more visible by scorched hair. Of course,
he wasn't nearly as familiar with the details as Buckaroo was; it was
possible there was insulation he simply didn't know about.

"That makes two of us," said Perfect Tommy. "No luck with Reno. Jamming's
too heavy."

Buckaroo nodded, too distracted to notice whether Tommy caught it. The
news made too much sense to surprise him any. "I think Dingo may be the
only direct threat here," he said. "You guys get us rolling, and keep
working on the comm situation."

Lindbergh interrupted at that point. "Half the cops in this end of the
state should be on alert by now, Buckaroo," he reported. "I patched into
the landline and asked the locals for reinforcements."

"Code two, please," Jet muttered, surprising them all. She sounded like a
woman talking in her sleep, barely audible two feet away and scarcely
aware of what was going on. "Damn sirens 're loud."

It was a good sign that she was able to get words out at all, even better
that they were in English and clearly related to the subject at hand.
Still, there was only one way to be certain whether she was pointing out
a hazard for the officers, or discussing something she presently found
offensive. "Are you all right?" Buckaroo asked her.

It might have sounded like a stupid question on the surface, but it was
one of the few things he'd never known her to ignore. It seldom got a
straight answer, but answer it invariably got; he'd long since learned to
sort out the truth of the matter from even the most smart aleck
responses. On this occasion, she made no real effort to be heard, which
itself was an valuable indicator; she was about to be brutally honest
with him because even the most marginal of misdirections would have been
too much effort. "Either keep it down, or shoot me now."

That wasn't good, but at least it was a complaint he had a reasonable
chance of diagnosing and treating readily; if she confessed to being
sound-sensitive it was because she had the sort of headache we wouldn't
have wished on anyone, even Hanoi Xan himself. Under the circumstances,
that could be caused by something as obvious as the shocks her eardrums
had been forced to cope with, or it could be an early symptom of
neurological damage. There were field tests that could help determine
which was most likely, not as definitive as even a CT scan might have
been and definitely less useful than if he'd been dealing with a fellow
human, but with a few modifications they should still be good enough to
pick up anything he'd need experienced help with.  Best to begin as
quickly as possible with them; the sooner he could treat even minor
problems, the more likely she was to recover completely.

With someone else, he might have started with the usual questions -- who
she was, what the date was, the color of an object in her line of sight.
She hadn't been able to answer the first two correctly even before the
sky fell on her, and the third was far too likely to draw no response at
all. He needed a question she'd be sufficiently annoyed by to answer,
preferably one he could phrase in a way that would force her reply to
address the deeper issue. He settled upon one of her own expressions in
its original language. "K'het ataahn?" 

"Sheh'shalla," she answered, clearly unhappy he was bothering her with
such trivia. It was enough to satisfy every resident in earshot that she
was coherent enough to know what he'd asked her. "You got a better idea
than I do." She stopped short of calling him something marginally rude
more from a lack of the necessary ambition than from caution. 'Where
away?' was a query that made no sense at all to her, and she'd said so;
if he knew her memory was playing games, he shouldn't expect any answer
more specific than what planet this was. If that.

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