World Watch OnLine: The Unofficial Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
Rocket 88 (13 June 1999)
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Contents:
Greetings
New Web Site!
Buckaroo Banzai Screensaver
RE: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Re: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Buckaroo on the big screen
Dragon Tales
Lock and Key, Chapter 10 pt.2

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Greetings,

Well, its always nice to have a tidbit of good news to deliver, and heres some
for you all. While Rafterman is on special assignment still (http://www.fanboys.com
for details) his much-missed Banzai Institute site has been resurrected from the
ashes:

http://lavender.fortunecity.com/halloween/161/

Check it out. Youll be glad you did.

Also, the soundtrack in MP3 format has been spotted on the web:

http://www.cisf.com/banzai/

If it asks, the user name is MP3 and the password is Feeds (without
the quotes of course, and case-sensitive, it seems). 
I include a direct link like this to keep folks from having to wade thru porn. 
For those that want to wade thru porn...well...I know that stuff is difficult to find 
on the web, but you can manage without my help, Im sure.

Hope some of you find these links of use.

Til next week,
Later...
ArcLight

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Subj:	 New Web Site!
Date:	5/30/99 11:11:48 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	spaceman@LORETTOTEL.NET (David Pettus)

Hey Arclight,
 Just a note to let you know about my new Doc Savage web site, which has a
"Team Banzai" link I think you'll find interesting. Take a look at it and
let me know what you think. Thanks!

BRONZE RECOLLECTIONS is at-
                            http://eagles.usit.net/doc/savage.html

                                        - Spaceman

**** I shouldve had this in last weeks, but it got lost amongst the other
email in my inbox. Which is as good a time as any to point out that if you
send something for the List and it doesnt show, drop me a line. Either I
missed it or didnt realize you wanted it public. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Buckaroo Banzai Screensaver
Date:	6/6/99 10:43:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	jmoran@gdex.net (joan.moran)

Hello, fellow BB Fans. This is my first post to this group, so bear
with my relative ignorance to the history of WWatchOne, for I haven't
got around to reading past newsletters, etc. I was looking for some
new themes for my desktop (windows DUH!) and I stumbled upon 
a BB theme at http://www.themeworld.com/films.shtml I'm sure 
somebody else has found this, but hey, I'm just trying to break the
ice.

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Subj:	 RE: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Date:	6/6/99 9:11:18 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	caradwen@california.com (Caradwen von Braskat)

Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 86 - 30 May 1999

WhtWolfie wrote:
>>
I agree.  I just came back from Baycon '99 in San Jose, CA.  other than
myself and one other person <Sabre? Sorry, my wires got crossed, and am 
very
bad with names> there was no one else that was recognizably BB.
>>

[Sabre]  Yupp! That was me! My staff kept telling me that a BBI was looking 
for me, and by the time you found me, I was in full Klingon Garb (minus the 
Bat'Leth, they're to difficult to peace-bond and they tend to scare people 
for some reason <grin>). But the rest of the weekend I was inseparable from 
my Banzai Jacket. At some point I hope to get a picture of it on my web 
page.

>>
I have a
jumpsuit outfitted with three patches with the appropriate patch on a hat. 
 I
did get several comments <mostly because I was trying to explain why I was
leading a 6'7" wookiee around on a chain... I kept the same story... Jet 
car
... another mountain ... can't send him back ... he's a pet of the 
Institute
... but he's a speaking pet ... at least we know what he wants ... never 
get
a wookiee mad.. let him win, always
>>

[Sabre]  He had a good costume, and he had the wookie sounds down pat, it 
was great fun! I love your pit-crew jumpsuit! You have a patch or two that 
I need to track down to add to my jacket. Ahhh... more money to spend!

>>
This is a costuming convention, you'd think ... but then again, maybe most
people are afraid ... of what I don't know...
>>

[Sabre]  Actually, it's been some time since BayCon had a major focus on 
costuming. They still give out hall costume awards, and they have a 
masquerade ball, but they no longer do a full masquerade with a stage and 
lighting and all. Remember, BayCons' focus is the literary and artsy side 
of SciFi as opposed to being a media con.

>>
I gathered my patches by going to LOTS of Trekkie cons with decent dealers
rooms, snatching up ANY patches they might display ... the very last ones
they tended to have ... you have to keep an eye out at all conventions...
>>

[Sabre]  Well, I got most of mine all in one set from one source 10+ years 
ago. The 2 foot wide silver satin winged B's patch on the back of my jacket 
was made for me by my mother (she's soooo cool). My jacket has a few other 
patches on it as well, it's not only a Banzai jacket (although that's what 
I call it) but most of the patches are Banzai.

THat's all for now!
BBI Sabre #26

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Date:	6/6/99 8:56:35 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	BanzaiSGI

So, if no one seems to be showing BB items out there at the cons, maybe its
time to get creative........
I'll be going to a couple and maybe come up with something in the line of
BB..........

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Subj:	Re: World Watch OnLine 87 - 7 June 1999
Date:	6/6/99 8:19:49 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	MarkCapp

Saw "TABB" on the big screen for the first time in 15 years in Westwood (the
best movie-going area in La) last night.  The print was surprisingly good-- a
little washed out, yes, and a few scratches here and there, but not bad
compared to some, which often look like they've been run through a
washer-dryer cycle before being screened.  The large crowd was really into
it, even going so far as to chant "Planet Ten!" and "Real Soon!" along with
the Lectroids.  The theater manager -- a really cool guy named Carl -- played
the soundtrack beforehand.  Great all around.  I forgot Yakov Smirnoff --
perhaps the worst comedian ever -- was in this!

I'm hoping and praying that a legitimate widescreen transfer to VHS/laser/DVD
is forthcoming-- I couldn't believe all the goofy in-jokes and sight-gags
which were on the peripheral sides of the frame (which get cut off on the
video/TV versions)!  Lots of funny stuff, particularly in Dr. Lizardo's
cluttered room at the asylum.  The workprint is cool, but with the crappy
resolution (which is to be expected) it's hard to make anything out.  

To any Angelenos on the list, "Big Trouble in LIttle China" in widecreen at
the Plaza next weekend!  

Best,
Mark

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Subj:	Buckaroo on the big screen
Date:	6/7/99 6:24:07 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	Tonkatron

Yes, I had the pleasure of watching the boss in action on the big screen,
attending the final midnight screening at the Mann Plaza Theater in Los
Angeles. Someone of great intelligence had the bright idea to make TABB:A8D
one of the revived films for their midnight film program.

I had a lot more fun than I thought. I had to go alone, as most of my friends
don't love this film quite enough to stay up that late. But I couldn't pass
up a screening like this. A good crowd showed up, and it was a great
experience to see it in a theater (with awesome sound) with folks who love
it. Lots of laughs at all the memorable lines, and the whole thing took me
back to when I first saw it. It also occurred to my how the style and music is
OH-so-eighties, and how exciting it would be to see this world get a modern
facelift from a new FOX series. But the 80's package it's in also makes it
endearingly retro.

Another unexpected treat at this screening was the SOUNDTRACK playing before
the show on the theater sound system. Crystal clear, stereo spread, with
sound bites of dialogue in between! I had to ask the manager in the lobby
where they got it from. Turns out it's an import CD, owned by a guy that
works there. It's from Britain, with cover art and everything. It sounded
COMPLETELY clean, as if from original tracks. It renewed my quest to get a
copy. If you are in the L.A. area, don't miss "Big Trouble" showing next week
(June 11-13). Check http://www.mannplaza.com.

By then I should have the info from this guy on obtaining my Holy Grail, a
Buckaroo CD.

Be cool but care,

Cory Edwards
(Blue Blazer "Johnny Fedora" from back in the day)

**** I saw it with a like-minded crowd a few times in years past. Seeing
it in a theater is great, and seeing it with a theater full of fellow fans is
fabulous. - ArcLight ****

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Subj:	 Dragon Tales
Date:	6/12/99 2:14:44 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From:	alandsmith@uswest.net

Greetings all!

In reply to BBI Pen Guin #333's comments about BBIs at conventions;
This is the way I figure it, most people/fans in general, are "into"
what ever is current and active at the time. There are lots of current
movies and tv shows to keep fans attention and thus motivate them to be
visibly fans. Either in costume or patches or buttons or what have you.
When it comes to BB however, it has been 15 years since the film was
released. Other that a "feverous fan/cult following" there isn't
anything to keep fans attention on BB. It makes some sense that you
won't see BB fans too often at cons. If there is ever a Fox tv series
this would obviously change.
How about this? I use to have several BB theme buttons that I had made
that we wore at cons and in mundane life. I still have a few around but
the local shop that I had them made at has disappeared long ago. No
doubt shut down by Hanoi Xan in his evil plot to stifle Team Banzai.
This is something that I (or others) could/should check in to, making BB
buttons. With scanners and pc's these days, getting the images would be
easy. Back in the old Banzai years, I used a photo copier to make the
b/w images and felt tips to hand color the art. Turning them into
buttons would be the challenge now. The buttons that we had were small,
about 1 1/4 inch across, I liked the small ones. The standard larger
ones that were some 3 inches across were just too big.
Food for thought.

I haven't mentioned the novel contest for a while. Seems like I've
gotten just about as much feed back on this idea as I'm going to. Next
I'll work out the details with ArcLight and we'll let you know what's
up, reel sune!

The BB OneList has had another growth spurt of around 25%! Lets see,
last week we talked about the attributes that the lead actor in the Fox
tv series should have, some info and such about the bootleg BB sound
tracks and many intros from new or lurking list members.
Saddle up at: http://www.onelist.com/


Always True Blue,
BBI Dragon

A random novel quote - Reno, answering questions from a network
commentator about Team Banzai: "As for our constitutional powers, I say,
we have none, unless you consider the extraordinary rights accorded
every U.S. citizen by law, in which case we are amply empowered to go
about our business. What is your business? she persists. Adventure, I
reply."

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Subj:	 Lock and Key, Chapter 10, Pt.2
Date:	6/12/99 9:16:44 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 informs Reno of the situation as he knows it,
then "drafts" 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. Back in St. Louis, Reno and Wayback are
caught out in an extremely peculiar thunderstorm. 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 is very well informed about Team Banzai's activities. 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. A World Crime League member realizes that his
troops may have been set up to take partial blame for the entire affair,
Murphy has a close call with her captain, and Harrison arrives at the
morgue. Hanoi Xan considers what to do next, and Jet does some checks of
her own.

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Lock and Key
Chapter Ten, part 2

By the time the ambulance arrived on the scene south of Earth City, the
officer who'd initially requested it had realized that one was either
vastly insufficient or one too many. The white panel van lying overturned
in someone's pasture now had rolled at least twice if the trail it had
left through the grass was reliable indication; it was far enough from
the pavement that the flashing lights only began to reflect back from it
as the rain finally began to lighten up for real. By the time an officer
had finally taken a good hard stare at my identification and allowed that
I might in truth be who I claimed I was, it was clear that this one was
going to be a long while in the figuring out.

Answering questions for the police is often time-consuming enough when
you're dealing with officers who can easily drop by for a visit should
they wish to discuss things further. Add to that the fact that we had two
entirely different sets of officers seeking explanations, and I fully
expected that Wayback and I would be tied up in someone's station house
until the wee small hours of the next morning even before St. Charles got
a chance to take our statements about events on the bridge approach. I
only hoped that I had the opportunity to call the house and let people
know we were safe, or talk to one of Big Norse's crew aboard World Watch
One via go-phone if the jamming problem was ever resolved.

I was not prepared for my first real look at the scene to include a face
I recognized from a copy of a single, grainy, black & white Interpol
photo which presently hung pinned to a dart board in the bunkhouse. Deng
Fat had plainly been a passenger in the first chase car, for its driver
was still slumped over the steering wheel. He'd either been shaken up
badly by it's collision with the cruiser or was communing with his foul
master when I set eyes on him, for there seemed not to be a mark on him
beyond the early signature of a seatbelt bruise across his exposed
collarbone. Perhaps I can be forgiven for the slight hiss that crept into
my voice as I identified him for the policeman still standing next to me.
"Deng Fat. One of Hanoi Xan's lieutenants."

To this day, I have no doubt that he heard his own name as clearly as the
officer did. The look he shot at me was alert and venomous enough to have
dissuaded anyone less accustomed to dealing with the criminal element
than a veteran officer, or a Cavalier. "You will not live long enough for
it to matter," was his only audible response. I did not for a moment
doubt that he meant that as a personal promise.

Wayback, meanwhile, had understood when the panel van went off the road
that it hadn't been range which had taken them out of his limited
'sight', but he'd known it in a very intellectual sense. Emotionally, it
hadn't really occurred to him that its occupants were either dead or
nearly so, along with some farmer's cow the vehicle had come to rest
atop. As soon as the other officer had returned his i.d., the Canadian
had turned to view the little he could see of that wreck, trying to make
sense of it. When he turned around to stare at Deng instead, it was with
that particular intensity we'd usually seen him display when someone
deliberately tried to prevent him from reading their mind in lab
experiments. Deng only laughed and raised cuffed hands toward his ruined
ear. I shouted a warning, certain he was up to something, equally certain
I was already far too late for the officer trying to put him in the back
of an undamaged cruiser.

To their collective credit, most of the other officers on the scene
dropped to the pavement at once. Wayback was there no more than a
heartbeat later, taking cover behind as much of the car as he could; he,
at least, had seen the aftermath of bombs at close range (one very
recently) and was aware of the existence of the Death Dwarves, and his
reflexes were second only to Perfect Tommy's, but his combat instincts
weren't quite as developed as the patrolmen's were. Still, even we were
surprised by the force of the explosion that rocked the remains of the
panel van, sending shrapnel flying in every direction and shooting flames
twenty feet into the air even before the secondary explosion from the gas
tank set the pasture aflame.

Caught in the open with a firm grip on Deng when I'd given warning, one
officer had stayed on his feet. Deng took advantage of the blast to break
loose and charge toward us, using the few seconds of delay on the
detonator in his own bomb to try to get close enough to make good his
threat of a few moments earlier. He made it about halfway before someone
realized that this was one shot more risky to ignore than to take.

***

It was Rawhide who first noticed Lindbergh was wounded. "Lemme look at
that hand, " he said, making the pilot blink at a request not immediately
understood. "What'd you burn it on?"

"Oh," said Lindbergh, finally connecting. "Electrical. Got a little
toasted connecting to the landline." He looked at his wounded digits for
the first time and was mildly surprised to discover only the blisters of
second degree burns where he'd half expected to see worse. "Hasn't really
started to hurt yet."

"It will," said Rawhide. "Anybody tell you that's not smart?"

"Yeah. Me." He seriously considered the extent of the damage for a
moment. "I'm still airworthy. Wouldn't want to have to deal with a
chopper, though."

"That true, or just wishful thinking?" It was not a question he would
have asked just anyone, even under the present circumstances, but
Lindbergh had only been one of us for some four months. Once upon a year,
this would have meant he wouldn't have made intern for at least another
two months, but among our post-Yoyodyne changes we'd initiated an
accelerated internship program he had recently completed. Designed to
take prior experience into account more fully than we'd been accustomed
to doing in the past, the program allowed apprentices with one or more of
the mandatory self-defense skills to advance to intern status in less
time than those who had to be taught everything, but I digress. Suffice
it to say that one of the few flaws we'd discovered with the accelerated
program is that we didn't always have as much opportunity to learn how
accurate our interns' personal judgment was on issues such as this.

"Wouldn't, not couldn't. Guess I'd better have someone tape these up,
though." It was not in his nature to raise the issue of his co-pilot;
either Silk was safer with the crew guarding the 727 than any of the rest
of us, or she was in considerably more trouble than he could hope to deal
with until we could verify her position. At the present, he was inclined
to believe the former in spite of the lack of evidence.

The O'Fallon police might be another matter. Given a completely different
segment of the available radio bandwidth by law, they might still have
working communications, which was something else Lindbergh had been
thinking when he'd gone to so much effort to bring them in. It was
largely a matter of persuading them to do the things we couldn't
presently do for ourselves. How effectively he could do this remained to
be seen.
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