World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
#  86 (30 May1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
seti screensaver speed
Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 9 pt.2

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Greetings,

Well...hope everyones having a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend.
Those of you who have three days off, enjoy it. Ill pulling a 12 hour day
on Monday. Yeesh...Id rather take on a legion of Death Dwarves armed
only with an old toothbrush.

No sign of June TABB showings but Big Trouble in Little China looks
to have a few showings; the 15th and 20th on FX at 12pm (EST) both days.

Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
Date:	5/23/99 8:27:03 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

sean...............
if your online address is 'figment', does that mean it actually exists? or is
it a figment of your imagination, or mine, or ours, and do we really exist or
are we a figment of someone elses
imagination.......imagine....................BanzaiSGI

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Subj:	 seti screensaver speed
Date:	5/24/99 8:21:26 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	jeffh@njgs.dep.state.nj.us (Jeffrey L. Hoffman)

On my 400 MHz Pentium the Seti@home signal processor (running in background
while I do other tasks) is 42% done after 23 hours of computing. It does
take a while.

Jeff
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Jeffrey L. Hoffman, New Jersey Geological Survey
PO Box 427  Trenton, NJ  08625   
voice (609) 984-6587  fax (609) 633-1004
jeffh@njgs.dep.state.nj.us  
http://www.state.nj.us/dep/njgs/
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**** It seems not all data packets are the same size. The second one I did
took less than 24 hours. The current one is at about 45% in 25 hours. 
- ArcLight ****

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 85 - 23 May 1999
Date:	5/24/99 2:26:40 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	Lord TZer0

In a message dated 5/23/99 7:20:11 PM Central Daylight Time, 
alandsmith@uswest.net writes:

<< 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! >>

I'd like to address these two items.  Certainly he can raise his child as he
sees fit, however, the fictional Band and Team were not a bunch of gun toting
yahoos.  They only produced their weapons when facing danger.  I trust that
the BBI's would act accordingly should evil rear it's ugly head and not hide
their heads and wait to get shot in the butt.  I'm sure that as the president
lay waiting to nuke Russia, he was glad to have BB on the job, and not too
concerned about making sure that New Jersey had been issued the proper
Elephant-Bravo weapon clearance.  I'm sure that any group of besieged people
would be happy to be rescued by any proper Strike Team, Banzai or otherwise.
Not that SWAT doesn't do the best they can with what they have, but
personally, I'd rather have the SEALs watching my six.

Next, I agree it's up to us to see that we are properly represented at
conventions.  Certainly some amongst our number have sufficient excess gear.
I don't go to the conventions much, as there is hardly a BB this or a POTA
that, in sight.  The only copies of the video I saw at the last one were
boots.  It's all Star Trek and Star Wars.
And with the new Star Wars out, Star Trek will be hard pressed to hold their
own.

Gear Up Y'all,
BBI # 1122 Laredo
Strike Team Comanche

**** I always made sure to wear a Banzai T to any con I went to. Was pleased
at the number of favorable comments I got. Of course, it made trying to get 
a deal on any BB stuff I found a little harder than it wouldve been if I wasnt
obviously a fan, but thats okay. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	5/29/99 12:59:46 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net
Reply-to:	alandsmith@uswest.net

WOW! There has been a 20% increase in membership in one week on the
Buckaroo Banzai e-mail Onelist community! And it's gotten rather active
too! Let's keep the Banzai spirit going...
(see last issue for details on how to join)

I don't know, buried Banzai treasure somewhere on a Florida beach? It's
your stuff BBI Banzai SGI (is that right?) and you'll do with it what
you want, but I don't know, what's your point? If you want to get other
Florida BBI together there are other ideas. Just for fun you might say,
well yes, if anyone looks for it, that could be fun. I've been on a few
"hunts" in my time (Red Lectroid hunts) and the city that I live in has
a scavenger hunt as part of our summer "Rose Festival". Clues are
printed in the local paper with a cash prize. Maybe some of you have
seen our Rose Parade on tv in June of each year?

Oh, so now we have a John Sunlight to watch out for too?!? If it's not
one thing, it's another!

The Sci Fi World magazine did a full page on TABB and the sequel, have
to go buy that and check it out, thanks BBI Riptide for the tip!
I tell ya, the momentum is rolling.

Lizardo car plate, from Morgan and Whitney, you gals got BBI names? Give
'um up! The first pic at your site was a little fuzzy but the next two
were clear. Cool plate cover too. Must have been custom made? Or, did
you get it from the Yoyodyne surplus outlet? You can get some crazy
stuff there, used batteries, nesting material, booby trapped children's
toys, it's endless.
One day I'll get my "JETCAR" plates up on a site, got to get a scanner
first though.

Do any of you BBIs and fans of BB have a particular snack or drink that
you do while surfing the net? I do, it's sunflower seeds in the shell.
I'm totally addicted, I think I need help, counseling or something.

Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon

A random novel quote: "Bigboote slowed the car and shook his head in
response to an offer of a dry-cell battery from John Gomez. 'No,
thanks,' he said. 'I'm trying to quit.'
    John Gomez shrugged and raised the battery to his mouth, touching
both poles with his tongue. His eyes rolled up with pleasure, and there
was the faint odor of burning carbon."

**** I usually have a glass of chocolate milk (made with Nestle Quik)
nearby. - ArcLight

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 9, pt.2
Date:	5/29/99 7:32:53 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 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, and
Jet's cover story takes linguistic damage as well.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Nine, pt.2

It hadn't taken long for Bobby "Crusher" Garbanzo to figure out that
things were further out of control than he'd thought when our rental car
didn't reappear in his rear view mirror as he passed the Earth City
Expressway's on-ramp to I-70. Maybe there was something going on in that
godforsaken wasteland after all, he decided; he couldn't imagine any
other reason that we might have gotten off the interstate there when it
was so obvious that the lunatic driving could have continued at it
indefinitely. Unfortunately for him, it would have drawn entirely too
much attention to try doing anything about his misjudgment immediately.
He could still get off at I-270 and pick up St.Charles Rock Road to the
other end of the Expressway and head south there, but then he'd be lucky
if he caught up in time to watch the rest of the bag squad wrap things
up. The only other option was to pick up 270 southward and cut over on
Dorsett in an attempt to get ahead of us and close the only escape route
he was aware of.

Crusher had more of a reputation for brawn than brains, but didn't
consider himself anyone's fool. Things weren't falling apart on him due
to anything he'd done wrong, though he'd had his doubts about this plan
from the start. It had nothing to do with the way the two Malays had come
in and pretty much acted like they were God's gift to crime; they were
dangerous enough that he didn't want to cross them over anything as
obvious as that. The root of the problem was that they'd been too full of
themselves to give any serious attention to his boys when planning the
operation. He'd never had to contend with that kind of problem before, of
course, but he read all the Mafia wars books he could get his hands on,
and they all agreed that failing to know the countryside well was
something that would get you killed.

So far, that hadn't happened, but they'd need to be insanely lucky to
prevent it. Crusher didn't think that merely being bravos was going to
help Deng Fat and his sublieutenant any in that department. Hanoi Xan's
personal bodyguards and officers didn't get any more of a bonus there
than the next guy, and it was already possible that the fiasco downtown
had cut heavily into whatever luck they'd had when they'd arrived in the
country. Which, come to think of it, could explain why this operation had
been so quickly and so poorly planned. Deng Fat probably wanted an
obvious patsy to blame things on so he could keep his own head where it
belonged. Crusher and his boys made a convenient target for such a plan.

Crusher may have been a few beans short of a bag, but he wasn't stupid
enough to cooperate with his own demise that easily. He couldn't dawdle
or cut and run; either of those options would have resulted in a slow and
painful end to his life of crime. His only choice was to get back into
play as quickly as possible and hope he could turn things around.

By the time he was set up properly for the Dorsett exit, a set of
flashing lights had appeared in his rear view mirror, and he realized
there were indeed circumstances when he was actually glad to see the
cops.

***

Murphy hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly when she'd placed
her initial call to St. Charles. They should have been far enough east to
have handled things themselves, she'd thought, but by now there were
three separate jurisdictions involved with the chase alone. Sorting it
all out was going to take days, not hours, which might well be the only
thing standing between her and unemployment. She thought about going home
sick, but knew that staying at the station house was her best way to
track what was actually happening until and unless Big Norse and her crew
managed to find a solution to the communications problem. Still, it was
frustrating on several levels to be in the squad room listening to the
radio traffic; she was stuck with no way at all to pass on any of what
she was able to learn, and way too visible if the Captain should come
looking.

She'd known signing up that becoming a Blue Blaze Irregular isn't for
everybody. Along with the moral code one must inherently hold to in order
to consider joining, there are the physical training outings, the
mandated annual educational advancements, and being "on call" at all
times to help out either Buckaroo or one's neighbors as necessary. In her
case, the opportunity to attend selected symposia at the Institute and
the newsletter subscription came closer to being liabilities than the
rest of it, but that was a matter of one person's opinion being a serious
problem for her. The number of US jurisdictions where the police consider
Team Banzai to be vigilantes waiting for an opening may be counted on one
hand at last poll; for the most part we are at worst looked upon as
responsible citizens who attract a certain amount of trouble due solely
to our notoriety as musicians. Still, trouble can come as readily from
prejudice as from obvious attack.

When the Captain came into the squad room, she thought at first that
she'd had it. To her surprise, however, he didn't want to know how long
she'd been involved with any of us. "You wanna tell me why you've got an
FBI visitor in your lab?"

"No idea," she said, as much startled as relieved by that news. "Wilson
has the bomb fragments, so it can't be that."

"You get done with the fed, you let me know what it's about. Got that?"

"In one," she answered, letting him take it as he would and retreating
for her lab before he could say anything more. She couldn't imagine what
the FBI might want with her, unless there'd maybe been a series of talava
incidents across several states that the department didn't know about
yet. Even that didn't quite make sense, though; if it was that
straightforward, the Captain should have been the first to know.

***

"So what have we got?" Harrison asked as he walked into the morgue. 

Parks pointed to the skull x-rays still hanging from the lightbox on the
wall. There was a sharp-edged geometric shape visible where neck and head
came together, alien enough for even a first-year rookie who'd never seen
an x-ray to have judged it abnormal from across the room. "Guy's wired.
What for, we're not certain. Coroner's deputy went off to confer with
some experts; hasn't come back yet."

"You tell him what you didn't quite tell me?" 

Parks nodded. "I think that's what he's checking into. I'm guessing it's
a transmitter, not a bomb. Well, not a bomb this guy knew about, anyway.
If it was, why dive out the window when you could blow your own head off
and take some cops with you?"

"Transmitter. Like Captain Happen."

"First thing that came to mind when I saw the pictures. God knows I hope
I'm wrong and its just some kind of civilian experiment, but it's too
good a fit. Guy gets himself backed into a position where his only way
out is to squeal; next thing you know, he's screaming and through the
glass."

"Anybody got a handle on the next of kin yet?"

"Doesn't seem to be any to worry about. Just an ex-wife he dumped when
she went nuts, and she'd probably cheer if she was stable enough to
notice it happened; her people brought spousal abuse charges about 5
years back, but some hotshot lawyer got him off on that and filed the
divorce papers. Claimed she'd attacked him in a jealous rage and he'd
only been defending himself."

"Real nice guy. Maybe we should look into where the lawyer's connections
run."

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