> ___ ____ ___ ___ _ ___ ___ > / / / \ / / /__ / /__ / /__\ / / >/__/ / \/ / / / /___ /__/ / \ /___ /___ > >The totally unofficial A-Team electronic mail newsletter >***** Now in it's second year of publication !! ***** > >Reflector submission address: onthejazz > >Administrivia: Nicole Pellegrini > Please use the following address for subscribe/unsubscribe > and back issue requests: > pellegri > >*NOTE* It is now possible to subscribe JUST to the newsletter and > not receive messages sent out through the reflector. If you wish > to change your subscription type, just email address above. > >The A-Team Homepage: http://www.seas.upenn.edu/~pellegri/ateam.html >The A-Team On the Web: http://www.xs4all.nl/~jmm/a-team/ >------------------------------------------------------------- >DATE: January 1, 1996 >ISSUE: 7 >VOLUME: 2 >------------------------------------------------------------- > >Happy New Year everybody! > >And welcome to the first issue of On the Jazz for 1996. First, as always, >in the administrivia department: > >A-TEAM NEWS / MAILING LIST NOTES > While I'm back from winter break now, subscription status is still frozen >until I hear that our umich-site administrator is back from break as well. >New subscribers are on the list for the newsletter but are not yet on the >message reflector, and unfortunately I still can't unsubscribe anybody from >the reflector, but it won't be much longer. Thanks for all your patience. > > The big news of late, which our reflector-subscribers heard of before >Christmas, is the unknown state of Mr. T's health. He has apparently pulled >out of his scheduled appearance in Aladdin in the UK, but the exact cause of >his ill-health has not been made clear (at least not to my knowledge yet.) >Rumors tend to be that he either has some form of cancer or is suffering the >effects of an "unnamed virus" - AIDS would be the one that seems to be hinted >at.) One of our subscribers posted this article to the reflector, which seems >to summarize the situation pretty well : >------------------------------------------------------------- >From: eilish (Eilish A. McCormick) >Subject: Mr. T's health > >Okay, folks, this is from the STAR (12/26/95 issue), so take it with a grain >of salt, but they don't make any wild claims, just more of the news that T's >suffering from something, but no definite information. The accompanying B&W >photo shows him in an American Airlines wheelchair holding crutches, but he >doesn't look too sickly. I have done some editing of the article...(Please >pardon any typos) > > Muscleman Mr. T is battling a mystery illness and could be facing the >toughest fight of his life. [mentions cancellation of Brisith stage >engagement] "He has been suffering a long-term health condition," his agent >Peter Young told STAR. "It has worsened quite recently and he just isn't >well enough to go to Britain. He isn't even well enough to make the >journey. I don't know exactly what's wrong with him." > >[mention of a nameless British reporter who claimed T had cancer and was >undergoing regular chemotherapy treatments.] > > His mother, Lee Tero, told STAR from her home in Chicago, "I called up his >home yesterday and was told that he was ill, but I don't know exactly what's >wrong with him. I'm worried about him." > >[T was to play the genie in a pantomime production of Aladdin at the Palace >Theater in Manchester, England] Kate Parkes, spokeswoman for the theater >told STAR the theater company didn't realize at first just how ill the actor >was. "At first we tried to keep him to his contract," she said. "But then >his agent made it quite clear that Mr. T is very sick....We even pointed out >there are excellent medical facilities availabel in Manchester, but he still >decided he had to stay. Now we realize his is in such a serious condition, >all we can do is send our best wishes to him." > > The health scare comes at the end of a year in which Mr. T has been >ravaged by a leg injury which forced him to cut back on numerous guest >appearances. In addition, he has since spent thousands of dollars on >exercise equipment to rebuild the muscles in his legs. > > "Yes, he did hurt his leg back in the summer during a bad fall," his mom >confirmed. > >[general info on playing BA on the A-Team, being a boxer in Chicago and >starring in Rocky III, as well as recent appearances as a celebrity guest at >a WCW extravaganza] >------------------------------------------------------------- >I received another e-mail this week from a fan to forward on to the group >concerning T: >------------------------------------------------------------- >Subj: Mr. T >Date: Fri, Dec 29, 1995 6:32 AM EST >From: marla >X-From: marla (Marla Corinne R.) >To: onthejazz > >I read on Saturday, December 24th via a Knight Ridder press release, in the >Toronto Star that Mr. T was ill, with cancer, and therefore unable to fulfill >his role in the Manchester England, Palace Theatre's production of Aladdin, >this >same month. I am beside myself with concern, as I have met him many times >and he is without a doubt, the sweetest, most honorable and special man I have >ever met. > >I have been trying to find a way to find him, as he is "missing in action" I >would like to send him something from all his supporters, do you know his home > >address, or do you have anyone on this list in Chicago that can find it?? > >I am hoping that this isn't true, or is exaggerated somehow, but knowing him >rather well, I fear that it is, I can't imagine him condoning that kind of >misinformation. The info came from his agent. > >Please PLEASE however, let's not go overboard, he is a private man, but if he >is >sick, I think a polite and thoughtfully planned gift or donation in his name, >to >the right charity, would be greatly appreciated, by him. (and by myself, his >friend) > >Please let me know if any members of this list etc...can answer any questions >and/or would like to participate in a demonstration of our >appreciation for his work and the man himself. > >Sincerely, Marla >------------------------------------------------------------- > >Personally I think it would be a wonderful idea for those who might be so >inclined to work together on *something* for T...a group donation or gift, >perhaps, or just a lot of "Get well soon" messages? > >As far as a home address...well, I've been holding onto a little piece of >information for a few months, not really sure if it would be proper to post to >a fairy open forum such as this, but given the situation I think it's about >time I did. Someone sent me the following address, claiming that it was T's... >I have no idea of its validity, but I also have no reason to doubt that it's >a put-on either: > >>Mr. T's home address is 395 N. Green Bay Road, Lake Forest, IL 60645 > >So, like the lady said, let's not go overboard, but let's do whatever we can >to be supportive! > >TRIVIA QUESTION >Last issue's question was: >>In which A-Team episode did Face's corvette make its very first on-screen >>appearance? > >We had one very close guess of the answer ("Steel"), but the actual first >appearance of the 'vette was a few episodes ealier in "The Taxi-Cab Wars." > >This week we'll continue with a "last" question: >>In which episode did Melinda Culea make her final appearance on the show? > >------------------------------------------------------------- >STORY TIME >Now, it's time for the conclusion of > > The Visitors vs the A-Team > by Laura Michaels > * * * > > The Resistance took the Team to their current base. They >then started the introductions. > "I'm Juliet Parrish. That's Willie." She motioned to the >corner where someone was playing around with a blender. Just >then, a young man came in to pick up some equipment. > "Nice to steak you," Willie said to the Team. To the kid >who entered the room he asked, "How'd your meat out go, Kyle?" > "He all right?" B.A. asked. > "Yes." Julie smiled. "That's steak out, Willie, and it's >nice to meet you." > "But I already know you," Willie replied uncomprehendingly. > "No," Murdock said to Julie, "don't you get it, steak, meat. >It makes sense." > "You're crazy fool," B.A. told him, "and I think he's crazy >too." > Murdock went over to look at the contents of the blender. >Several types of assorted foods, that generally don't go >together, were being chopped up in it. "That's great, but I >think you forgot the crickets and chocolate covered ants," >Murdock told him. > "Oh no," replied Willie, "I'm a vegetarian." > "Willie's with the Fifth Column," Julie explained. > "The Visitor Resistance?" asked the lieutenant. > She nodded. > "Well that explains it." The lieutenant seemed relieved at >the news. > "I'm Kyle." He came over to shake their hands. > "Kyle, do you want some help?" a girl called from outside. > "No I'll be right out, Elizabeth. You'll have to excuse me. >I have a party to go to." > "Some of our people are going to highjack one of the >Visitors' supply convoys," Julie told them. > "That's where Chris is, but he'll be back soon," Ham told >the Team. > "I'm Mike Donovan," the man from the truck said. "I think >you already know Ham Tyler." > "His name fits him," the lieutenant said low enough that >only Hannibal, B.A. and the girl could hear him. > "Well," said the colonel, "I'm Hannibal Smith. This is >Sergeant B.A. Baracus, Captain Murdock, and Lieutenant Peck. >Your operation is impressive. I think I have a plan to put the >Visitors out of business for you." > "All right, Smith," said Tyler, "what is this great plan of >yours?" > "First, what we need is someone on the inside," Hannibal >explained. > "You mean an infiltrator?" asked Julie. > "We could make contact with the Fifth Column," suggested >Donovan. > "No," Hannibal replied, "we can't. Too much risk involved. >We can't ask them to do this." > "Sounds like someone would have to be crazy to do what you >have in mind," Ham stated. > The A-Team was all staring at Lieutenant Peck. "Now wait a >minute. Murdock's the crazy one. I'm not going near any of >those Visitors without a gun pointed at them." He knew it >wouldn't matter how much he argued, what he said, or how well he >said it. It would do him no good. The Team had already made up >their minds, especially Hannibal. When Hannibal had an idea, no >matter how crazy, he couldn't be stopped from going through with >it. Today just wasn't his day. > "Face you know you're the logical one for this mission. >You're the only one who has a chance of successfully completing >it. Besides," Hannibal added reassuringly, "the Visitors won't >kill you or anything. They'll want to know who you work for and >what you know about the Resistance, first. You'll be fine." > "Yeah, sure. They won't kill me, at first. They'll just >torture me, or try that conversion thing, or experiment on me," >Face explained. "I should have stayed home in bed." > "I'm glad you agree to accept this mission, Lieutenant," >Hannibal informed him. > "I didn't accept!" Peck exasperatingly exclaimed. He >sounded scared and desperate. > Hannibal told him, "I accepted for you. You'll do fine, >Face. Now the first thing to do is get a phony Visitors' >uniform." > The lieutenant cried out, "Now wait a minute...!" > "I could create one," Murdock said with a somewhat phony >French accent. "Willie will be my assistant. It will be a >marvelous design...." > "Ain't no way," B.A. started in, "we can put in the armor, >Hannibal. We couldn't get that kinda material." > The lieutenant was getting highly discouraged. This >impossible job was turning out deadly, too. Maybe he should just >leave and let them find another guinea pig. A poor choice of >words, 'guinea pig', but he didn't realize it at the time. He >knew he couldn't leave; he was needed. As immodest as it seemed >he was probably the only one who could do this job. /Besides, >the Team has never let me down yet. Well there was that time >when.... Scratch that. Anyway, sooner or later I'll be up >against the Visitors. Better to do it having back up, then >alone,...and also better to get it over with./ > > * * * > > He was on his own. He had to get up to the mother ship, >infiltrate its ranks and find something they could use to defeat >the Visitors. What that something was, Hannibal was >unfortunately vague about in his plan. > He knew the uniform the Team and the Resistance had provided >him with, even though it might hold out under close >scrutinization, wouldn't be good enough to get him through this >job. He wanted something with a little more rank so he could get >around easier and not have to worry about everyone elses' orders. >He also desperately wanted something that could give him a little >more protection. Visitor uniforms were supposed to be armored. > He saw a Visitor standing guard alone. "This is more like >it," he said to himself. The guy looked about the right height. >What he had seen so far were either too many Visitors in one area >to try to handle or Visitors that were too large he wouldn't fit >the uniform. > He got behind the Visitor and gave him a judo style blow to >the neck. He wound up shaking his hurting hand, his arm sore as >well. The Visitor turned around to see who wanted his attention. >Before the alien could ask what the lieutenant wanted, Peck tried >to hit him on the head with his gun. It had no effect. This was >like a nightmare. He kicked the guy, with a knee to his most >vulnerable section. > The Visitor then got enough wits together to attack. He put >his fist into the lieutenant's stomach. > The lieutenant stumbled back and hit the wall, the wind >knocked out of him from the punch. He didn't know what else to >do. He couldn't fight. He brought up his gun and shot the >lizard. It kept coming. He shot it twice more. This was worse >than a nightmare. The alien picked him up, getting ready to >throw him. He repeatedly clubbed at its head with his gun. It >put him down only slightly affected. He used some judo tricks >he'd watched Hannibal do before, and got the Visitor into a >position whereby he could smash its head against the wall. > Five minutes of smashing later, the Visitor was unconscious. > /Oh man, these things are going to be hard to kill./ > He traded uniforms with the alien. At least it fit, even if >it wasn't tailored. More importantly, he knew for sure now, it >would stand up to bullets well. > This was turning out to be one of the most awful missions he >had ever been on. He decided he'd better make sure this Visitor >didn't come to. The only way he could think of to handle him was >to bring him to the hospital, and keep him drugged. He lugged >the creature to the nearest one. It was a lot of hard work, and >things seemed at their worst. > When he got to the hospital, one nice thing happened to him. >He ran into a pretty nurse who helped him get rid of the Visitor. >They set up an I.V. at ten times normal human strength. He >wanted to be sure the thing stayed unconscious. She promised >she'd make sure it did. Then she gave him her address and phone >number, and told him she hoped to see him again. > > * * * > > He got on board a shuttle headed for the mother ship as soon >as he could. Once aboard, he and some other returning Visitors >were getting assigned to work details. > Lydia came by to inspect the troops. He could tell from her >uniform she was one of the top brass. She noticed his uniform as >well. "You run into a lot of trouble down there?" she asked with >what he would swear was a slight English accent. She was >referring to the gun shots he had put into his uniform. > "Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied nonchalantly as he >tried to give her his most charming smile. He had to keep >telling himself these were lizards he was with, not pretty women. > Lydia seemed satisfied with his answer even slightly >impressed. That may have been a mistake. He went off to do the >task he had been assigned. It wasn't long before two armed >Visitor guards came for him. Lydia must not have remembered >seeing him before. She probably ran a check on him and found out >he wasn't one of them. > He'd have to be more careful. He'd have to try to remember >these weren't pretty women he was dealing with. What he was >dealing with was trouble. They played rough and they played for >keeps, or so he had heard. > He was sent to Diana's quarters for questioning. He had his >mind all made up and he was ready for anything. He was brought >into the room. He saw the lizard lady and forgot everything he >had just told himself. /Why couldn't they be human? I wonder >if..../ > "Welcome to the mother ship," Diana greeted him cordially, >temporarily interrupting his train of thought. "What is your >name?" > "Uh...uh...just call me Lieutenant," he stammered, afraid >he'd say the wrong thing. > "You really try to live your part," Diana replied. She was >referring to the fact that he was wearing a Visitor lieutenant's >uniform. "Well, Lieutenant,...." > Just as Diana started getting to the subject uppermost in >his mind, they were disturbed by a message. "Well it seems some >of your friends have decided to join you. I'll be back to finish >our conversation as soon as we have them in custody." > /Great. Just when things were getting interesting..../ > A short time passed. Hannibal burst through the door with a >machine gun in his hands. Behind him in the corridor Face could >see B.A. with an M16 holding up rear guard. > "Hannibal, what are you doing here?" he asked. > "We're trying to save your hide. Let's go. Out of here." >Hannibal motioned toward the door with his huge gun. > "Why?" he asked rhetorically. "Why now? Things were >finally getting partially decent again and you come runnin' in >here and mess up everything." > "Get moving, Lieutenant. That's an order," Hannibal said >stiffly. > "Move or I'll come get you and drag you outta there," B.A. >growled. > Face slowly walked out of the room. > "Come on!" Hannibal urged testily. > He got through the door, and saw Murdock down the hall with >a Visitor laser gun in his hand and an M16 slung across his back. > "You know Diana's kinda nice. Ruthless, psychotic, >sociopathic, but nice." > "Great, Face. You stay there much longer and she'd probably >have you for dinner," Hannibal said sarcastically. > "As a matter-of-fact, she did say something to that effect," >the lieutenant said as a joke. > Murdock put in his two cents, matter-of-factly explaining, >with a slight German accent occasionally cropping up. "Face, >lizards do eat humans, for dinner, lunch time or anytime, >including snack time. Besides, they don't eat the same kind of >food you do. If you had a steak with Diana, you'd be eating it >live. They eat mice, guinea pigs and stuff like that, you know." > > Face turned noticeably whiter. "Let's get out of here." >Then a few seconds later, he added, "I was so busy keeping my >attention on Diana, and my work, I didn't bother to remember >their eating habits." > The way he emphasized 'and my work', someone who didn't know >the lieutenant better might believe his bluff that everything had >been strictly business. Hannibal noticed it and knew better than >that. He figured Face had been paying attention to Diana and had >not even wanted to consider work. "We're not leaving," said >Hannibal, "yet." He could tell Face didn't look too happy about >it. "Now what did you learn?" he wanted to know, hoping Face had >found the lead he needed to stop this operation. > "Well, you know, it would help if you would tell me what I >was looking for," the lieutenant answered Hannibal. > "B.A. has perfected a device," Hannibal informed him, "that >when hooked in to the right spot, will cause the computers to >take the mother ship out of orbit and send it on a course back to >its home world. What we need is the right place to attach it." > "Well it just so happens," said the lieutenant happily, "I >know a place." He took them to one of the places the Visitors >had sent him to work maintenance. "Well?" he asked. > "It'll do," said B.A. > "The Resistance," Hannibal continued, "is working on getting >more of these units built. Then they'll get the Fifth Column to >install them. With this ship already taken care of, the rest of >the work should be a snap." > B.A. finished installing the device. > > * * * > > "Murdock, can you fly this thing?" the lieutenant asked as >he got in the gleaming white shuttle. > "No problem. I got it up here," Murdock replied. > "But," he reiterated, "can you fly this thing?" > "I get the feeling you don't have any confidence in me," >Murdock told him. > "I get the feeling you don't want to answer my question." >He ignored the usual procedure of strapping B.A. down, leaving it >to Hannibal and Murdock. Instead, he fastened his own safety >belts very carefully. This ride wasn't going to be fun; he just >knew it. > Murdock went forward to start the craft. Hannibal took over >the job of strapping in, and purely as a precautionary measure, >tying up B.A. If Sergeant Baracus woke up, it didn't matter >whether Murdock could fly of not, they'd all be dead. B.A. would >kill them for being forced to fly. He hated flying. > The engines were fired up and Captain Murdock eased the >shuttle out of the bay. Outside of the ship, just for fun, he >started doing some acrobatics; barrel rolls, loops, and other >assorted tricks. The lieutenant's stomach was killing him. >Hannibal was obviously affected as well since he wasn't smoking >his usual cigar. B.A. was unconscious. Murdock was having the >time of his life. > The mother ship decided to interrupt his fun by firing >lasers at the shuttle. If Murdock hadn't been flying stunts, >they would have been incinerated by the first shot. If everyone, >except Murdock, was having a bad ride before, they were having a >worse one now. When Murdock realized they were being shot at, he >started pulling maneuvers one doesn't even see in T.V. spaceship >dogfights. (In T.V. spaceship dogfights, they use maneuvers that >can't be done in real life.) By now, even Murdock wasn't totally >enjoying the trip. > Hannibal called up forward, unable to get out of his seat. >"Murdock, call the Resistance, and tell them to activate B.A.'s >device," he hollered. > "They're already on the line, Colonel," Murdock replied. >"They'll have it activated in a few minutes. In the mean time, >hold on." Everyone regretted those last words. > > * * * > > They got down safely, thanks to Murdock's crazy flying which >left them all sick, and the fact that the mother ship had to stop >firing since it was out of range. > The lieutenant decided he wasn't so crazy about Diana. >After all, he knew she was responsible for shooting at them. >Maybe he should start thinking about the girl, Julie. After all, >she was human. He didn't want to forget that nurse either. > The Resistance had things well under control when they got >back. > "We ought to have a party to celebrate," said Murdock. >"Willie and I can cook." > That's one party the lieutenant figured he might skip. Well >he didn't have to eat anything, and it would give him a chance to >see Julie and the other ladies in the Resistance. > "We still have a lot of work to do," Julie said. "A lot of >things have to be cleaned up." > /Time to leave,/ before Hannibal drafted him again, he >thought. > "We should have everything taken care of by tomorrow," Kyle >stated. > "And then," added Elizabeth, "we could have a celebration." > "We'll see you tomorrow," Hannibal told them. > The lieutenant didn't believe it. His luck was finally >straightening out. > "Take Murdock back to the V.A., Face." > /There it goes again./ "Hannibal, I got him out," the >lieutenant complained. > "So," Hannibal replied, "you can take him back." > "Oh no. I just remembered," he said in a very upset tone. >"I left the T.V. running. Come on, Murdock, I'd better go home >first and turn it off." > "Don't worry about it, Face," Murdock told him. "I'll help >you turn your T.V. off." > The lieutenant's reply was a sarcastic, "Great." > They got back to the lieutenant's apartment. He sat down. >He picked up the phone receiver. He had left the phone off the >hook too. He hadn't realized he was so tired. He hadn't slept >in what...forty-eight hours? > A loud noise jarred him awake. He couldn't remember what >had happened. The T.V. was on. Oh yes, Murdock had told him he >had to watch some supposedly great science fiction T.V. show, and >he wouldn't leave him alone 'til he did. He had the phone in his >hand. He vaguely recalled talking to Murdock. He hung up the >phone. Then he remembered; the Visitors, the Resistance. "What >a bad dream," he told himself. > He heard another loud noise. He turned around and saw >Murdock playing with the door. "What are you doing here?" he >asked him. > "Don't you remember?" was the reply. "I came over to help >you turn your T.V. off." >------------------------------------------------------------- > >...Next issue, some more original fiction, this time a reprint of >"The A-Team Owns...Castle Greyskull?" by Tracy Revels. > >Finally this issue (yes, there's *still* more!), the first part >of a recent interview with Dwight Schultz: > >"Secret Master of the Holodeck" from Starlog, Jan 1996 > by Stuart Banks > >Whether it's Barclay, Mad Murdock or Robert Oppenheimer, Dwight Schultz just >likes to do the roles. > >There's no way to underline it -- Dwight Schultz, the acclaimed actor who shot >to prominence as H.M. "Howlin' Mad" Murdock in 'The A-Team,' is *really* a >science-fiction fan. > Of course, STARLOG readers know him best as Reg Barclay, the brilliant >Holodeck-obsessed engineer occaisionally seen on 'Star Trek: The Next >Generation' and recently on 'Star Trek: Voyager' ("Projections"). He has also >guested on 'Babylon 5' and 'The Outer Limits.' And he has his own surprising >opinions on the craft of acting. > >STARLOG: Everyone has come to know about you mainly as Murdock from the > 'A-Team.' What's your background in acting? >DS: I've been an actor for almost 28 years now. I worked strictly in the > theater for 15 years in the United States. I went from city to city -- >Houston > for a year, Princeton for a year, St. Louis for a year, New Jersey for 2 >years, > Baltimore, my home town, for a year. Then, I went to New York in 1976, and > stayed there working on Broadway, until 1982 when I went to Los Angeles. In > 1982-83, the first television work I ever did was 'The A-Team.' >STARLOG: Are you a 'Star Trek' fan? >DS: I'm a big 'Star Trek' fan. >STARLOG: Even when you were younger? >DS: Yes! >STARLOG: Who wqas your favorite? >DS: Out of the originals, I didn't have a favorite. I loved the relationship > between -- and I *really* mean this -- Kirk, Spock and Bones. Those three. > The balance of the relationship. The humanity, the failings, the fire that > Kirk had. The sheer intellect of Spock. The passion the doctor had between > the two of them. I don't think the show would have worked with one of them > missing. >STARLOG: How did you get the part of Barclay? Were you specifically chosen >for > it? >DS: This is my belief that this is the way it went. I was making a movie with > Whoopi Goldberg called 'The Long Walk Home,' and I told her what a big 'Star > Trek' fan I was. I asked her what it was like to work with Patrick Stewart. >I > knew Brent Spiner from New York and she said, (at this point he mimics > Goldberg) 'You gotta be on that show.' She went back and told them. Before I > knew it, I got a call from my manager asking me if I would like to do it. >STARLOG: Do you actually enjoy science fiction roles, as opposed to normal, > straight acting roles? >DS: I *love* science fiction. It's what I've *always* wanted to do. It's my > favorite genre. I grew up seeing every science fiction and horror film that > there was. I started off as a kid -- I've always wanted to be an actor. But >I > spent hours and hours in front of the mirror putting on makeup. I went >through > more rolls of toilet paper and glue. My parents, they still have photos of me > as a kid as this monster or that monster. I had a box of clay and I used to > sculpt every monster that I saw. So, I was into this. I don't know if you > remember 'Famous Monsters of Filmland.' I collected those magazines each > month. And this is it. This is what really got me into wanting to be an > actor. >STARLOG: Since 'The Next Generation,' you've gone on to appear in 'Babylon 5.' >DS: That was really fascinating, because it's precisely the opposite of 'Star > Trek.' 'Star Trek' is shot on this big studio backlot. Very classy. > *Incredibly* classy sets. Huge budget. 'Babylon 5' is shot in this >warehouse. > And most of its effects are done on computer -- an Amiga, which I have. It's > great. They're really neat people, particularly Jerry Doyle, a really > interesting character. And 'Babylon 5' is the first thing he has ever done. >He > went from being a pilot, to a Wall Street broker, to an actor in a hit TV > series. >STARLOG: So, how do you rate 'Babylon 5,' say compared to 'Star Trek'? >DS: How do I rate it? Well, I like it alot. It's right up there. It's the > dark side, very different. It's very crowded, like 'Blade Runner.' With all > these strange faces and strange noises and different cultures clashing and > bashing. That, probably, is more realistic. But 'Star Trek' is idealistic. > That's what is was meant to be: idealism. And there's room for that. I love > 'Star Trek.' 'Babylon 5' sometimes doesn't do it for me. Sometimes I want to > see 'Babylon 5.' Other times I want to see 'Star Trek: The Next Generation.' > And sometimes I want to see the old 'Star Trek.' So it's like a feast, you > know? > >...to be continued > >------------------------------------------------------------- >Well, that's more than enough for this issue, see you again in 2 weeks! > >nicole >------------------------------------------------------------- >Quote of the Week: >BA:You crashed this plane with me in it! > >Murdock:Don't be so cocky-I could have crashed this plane with or > without you aboard. > (from "Moving Targets") >------------------------------------------------------------- > This waste of bandwidth has been brought to you by Sockii, keeper of the A-Team Homepage (don't tell Colonel Decker!) http://www.seas.upenn.edu/~pellegri/ateam.html -------------------------------------------------------------- "It's always darkest just before it goes completely black" -Col. John "Hannibal" Smith