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On The Jazz Newsletter: Volume 5 Issue N°10

Date: January 27, 2001
Author: Jewlz
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ON THE JAZZZZZZZZ.....Newsletter #10
Sent out: January 27, 2001
By: Jewlz!

Hello again! This month has some new cool news and new items. I hope you enjoy it.

-Mr. T's new movie info and he's on the cover of a magazine
-Columbia House Video Paragraph #1
-VCR Alert for February
-Fanfiction Alert:: 'The Tardis Incident' Part 5
Mr. T is on the cover of New Man Magazine in the January/February 2001issue. You can buy it online at www.newmanmagazine.com plus you can check out the cover and some other Mr. T pics there! There is also a full-page ad of Mr. T's new movie 'Judgment'. You can see the online ad at www.judgment-themovie.com or www.cloudtenpictures.com . The movie is due out in Christian Bookstores on March 6, 2001.

Here's some Mr. T Q and A from the article:::::

New Man: What is it like to have a breakfast cereal named after you? Mr. T: It's unbelievable. Everything: my breakfast cerals, my dolls, lunch pails and cartoons- it's awesome. I'm grateful to God. Mr. T cereal was by Quaker Oats. I said, "Hey, I want to give it out to some kids." When it came out, I was able to give truckloads of cereal to feed poor kids.

NM: Did you ever eat the stuff?
T: You better believe it. Every time I'd go to the store, I'd break open a box and start eating it while I was shopping.

NM: You played Clubber Lang in 'Rocky 3'. Think you could've beat up Sylvester Stalone in real life?
T: No. I have no ego. I won't do that.

NM: Feel like beating up someone right now?
T: Naaaahhhh.

NM: Are kids still afraid of you?
T: I hope so. It's a good scared, but it's not a frightening scared like you're going to do them harm.

NM: Do you buy gold in bulk?
T: All my gold and jewelry is personally designed. I have a special jeweler based in Los Angeles. I've done a lot of commercials for jewelry places and gold manufacturers so I don't buy off the rack.

NM: Do you wear it much anymore?
T: Yes, but I only wear it when they're paying me. If you ever see me doing a show where I'm not wearing the gold, they're not paying me too much money. If they give me a whole lot of money, then you'll see the whole 10 tings like you see on TV. If it's chump change, then maybe you'll see a bracelet or a ring.

NM: How much gold do you wear, anyway?
T: It weights 40 pounds and costs close to a million dollars. What really costs is when I make an appearance wearing it; I have to bring out my three or four security people. They have to travel with me. That adds up the cost.

NM: How much do you work out?
T: Not that much. I spend less time, because that's a lot of people's problems. We have muscle bound bodies but malnourished brains. We spend too much time in the gym and less time with Him. I found myself working out one to two hours a day; some people work out three to four hours a day. I spent too much time working out and not enough time praying. My muscles can't save me. Only my prayers can save me, so now I make sure I spend more time praying and less time working out.
Columbia House Video Paragraph #1::
Note: Every month as I get them, I will be writing up the paragrpah that is on the back of the Columbia House videos from the A-Team videos they have. Today's is taken from 'Mexican Slayride' Original air date: Jan 23, 1983.

Master of disguise Col. John 'Hannibal' Smith (George Peppard), con man Lt. Templeton Peck 'Faceman' (Tim Dunigan, replaced by Dirk Benedict in the regular series), Master mechanic Sgt. Bosco 'B.A.' Baracus (Mr. T) and superb -if slightly insane- Pilot Capt. H.M. 'Howling Mad' Murdock (Dwight Schultz), all Vietnam veterans, band together to offer their services to the highest bidder. In this two-hour series premiere, the A-Team struggle to free a reporter being held by Mexican guerillas.

Producer Stephen J. Cannell told 'The San Diego Union' that the series orignated when the late Brandon Tartikoff, then President of NBC, told him that he was looking for a new show that was a hybrid of 'The Dirty Dozen', 'Mad Max', and 'Mission:Impossible'.

"The show is a fantasy," said Cannell. 'Nobody should take this show seriously. It's absolutely the most bizarre, most offbeat show I ever did."

In some ways it was also unique. During its run, The A-Team was often copied but its success was never duplicated. Cannell felt that this made perfect sense. "God knows how many pilots have been tried," he said, "but not one of them has ever been programmed because they were so awful. They tried to do cartoon shows and that isn't what the series is. They went into it with the wrong idea.... if all it took to make a hit series of the nature of 'The A-Team' was to buy 50 jeeps, ramp'em off pipe-ramps and blow up trucks and do the pyrotechnics, then everybody would do it. It would be that simple."

What few may remember is that by the time 'The A-Team' debuted, ABC's 'Happy Days' had dominated Tuesday nights for nearly a decade. All competition fell to the power of the Fonz, until the arrival of Mr. T and Company. That season, ABC's 'Happy Days' finally came to an end.

STORY TIME:::: This is Part 5 sent in from Elizabeth Hensley, 'The Tardis Incident'.
Murdock did the best he could to keep his dignity in weightlessness. He tried to prance forward gracefully, but rather instead resembled a huge, overgrown stork trying to do a dog paddle. He pointed to himself. "I am! And what are you going to do about it?"

The Master suddenly pounced right through George, ruffling the poor hallucination's composure, and grabbed Murdock by the throat. "This is what I'm going to do!" He started to squeeze with his powerful grip.

"Yeeek!" exclaimed Murdock. "Ah gaaa...!" Then his face started to turn blue.

Before the other A-Team members could reach him, B.A. shot out of the Tardis like a huge black cannonball. "Put that sucker down, sucker down, sucker!" A low growl rumbled from his chest.

The Master stared at this new 'apparition and started to laugh. "I have to grant you this, Doctor. You sure do pick some interesting companions. Lunatic, this hallucination s even better than your dragon!"

B.A. bristled. "I ain't no hallucination!" He hit the Master in the jaw with his jeweled fist, and the Master was suddenly taking an unscheduled nap.

The Doctor winced. "That must have been painful!"

B.A. wasn't the least bit repentant. He held up an iron fist. "The fool that calls me a hallucination or messes with my friends gets to taste my fists! Only I have the right to pulverize this nutbar."

Murdock rubbed his chin and decided his neck was still holding his head, however tenuously, to his body. "And why do you have the right?"

B.A. glared at him. "Because I say so. fool!"

Murdock nodded, a silly-looking grin on his face. "That's good enough reasonfor me!" He suddenly spun around and gave Hannibal a long-distance hug. "I told ya they are so real!"

The Doctor smiled. "In a way your mental projections are real, Murdock. After all, the brain cells in your head that make up Billy and George are just as real as the brain cells in your head that make up yourself. They just happen to live in your head, that's all." The Doctor's long arms reached out and started gently scratching George on her neck. She swooned and made little snuffling noises of sheer delight. "If they lived in Hannibal's head, for instance, he'd be seeing them."

The Faceman stared at the Doctor thoughtfully. "That's an interesting way of looking at it, I suppose, but how come you and the Master here can see them too?"

The Doctor lifted a finger and gave him a coy, bug-eyed grin. "Ah, but you see, my dear chap, we are Time Lords."

B.A. had had about as much of this as he could take. "Fools! The whole lot of you are fools and nutbars!"

Murdock patted him on the shoulder and then swam away from him. "Tag! You're it!"

"You fool!" B.A. growled, but a slight grin escaped from the corners of his mouth in spite of himself...until the group made its way to the shuttle cockpit. Then the reality of the situation hit the big fellow.

They were in the cockpit of a space shuttle...miles and miles and miles above the earth!

His huge fists clenched and sweat broke out on his craggy brow. B.A. Baracus was scared.

Murdock was in seventh heaven. "Man, what a view!"

The Doctor was more concerned with the silent forms that were strapped to the shuttle seats. "Oh, dear!" he exclaimed. "I'm afraid the Master already did his nasty little experiment."

Hannibal gave the Doctor a worried look. "Are they still alive?"

The Doctor nodded. "Oh yes, but just barely, and I'm afraid they won't be in any condition to fly the shuttle or anything else for several hours."

B.A. would have been pacing if there had been any gravity to do it in. As it was, he floated there like a small black hole. The gold chains around his neck kept floating up and getting in his way. He batted them down. "Hey, man, what are we going to do? This bird can t stay up here forever!"

The Doctor gently shook his head slowly. "Oh, it will come down splendidly, B.A." He made a wild motion with his arms. "Like any plane without a pilot, it will crash."

B.A. jumped and managed to hit his head on the side of the shuttle. "Hey, don't say things like that, man! I'm nervous enough! What are we going to do? WHAT? What are we going to do?"

His eyes glazed over and he went rigid.

Murdock snapped his fingers in front of B.A. s face. "Whoo hoo chugga chugga chugga? Oh, dear! Tisk tisk tisk. I do say, the big mans out to lunch!"

The Doctor grinned at Murdock's attempted British accent. "I guess he doesn't even need nerve gas, does he? Poor fellow. Terrified of flying, I take it?"

Murdock nodded. "The worst."

The Doctor shrugged. "Well, we are in no danger now. But come, come, we must hurry! I'm grateful that we haven't any gravity. Imagine lifting this poor fellow in weight. Get him into the Tardis. That's it." Murdock and the Doctor floated him in until the gravity aboard the Tardis took hold, then the Doctor dropped his end. "Oooops! Oh, well. I do say! I suppose the lump on his head won't hurt him seriously."

Hannibal and Peck got the idea and started hauling the astronauts aboard at the same time. Hannibal grinned. "They don't weigh as much as B.A. does. I could easily get to like this job."

Templeton swallowed. "Don't get to like it too much, Hannibal. B.A.'s going to come out of it sooner or later, and then watch out!"

Meanwhile Murdock had a rare worried statement on his face. "Doctor, what if the Master sabotaged the shuttle too, as well as its crew?

The Doctor shrugged. "It doesn't matter. We're not coming down by shuttle. We are coming down by Tardis."

Murdock shook his head. "You are. I'm coming down by shuttle."

The Doctor glanced at him, startled. "Ah, Murdock, poor fellow. I guess you don't understand. It s going to crash."

Murdock gazed at him calmly, a strange light glowing in his amber eyes. "Oh, but Doctor, I do understand. She ain't gonna crash, sir, 'cause I'm going to land her."

The Doctor was startled. "You, Murdock?"

Murdock stretched himself to his full bean pole height. "Hey, man. I can fly anything with wings. See 'em out there?" Murdock pointed straight through the Tardis walls. It would have required x-ray vision to "see 'em from their vantage point.

The Faceman defended his friend. "Murdock's right, Doctor. There really isn't anything with wings he can't fly."

The Doctor gave Murdock a cheerful blue-eyed grin. "A lunatic in charge of the space shuttle! Great Scott!"

Murdock gave a silly giggle. "Yeah, man, I'm the world's first astronut! But don't knock me, man. It's taxpayers money I'm saving. Besides, she's awful pretty!" Things were tense as a hound dog on its way to the vet at NASA control when the familiar blue box hummed and whined itself into solid existence. With B.A. safely hidden in one of the Tardis's many rooms. The Doctor staggered out, weighted down by both the Master's weight and his own. Returning to gravity was hard even for Time Lords. The Brigadier and the NASA chaps swarmed about, and the Master was soon dragged off by the Brigadier, bound no doubt for another stay at his island prison. The Doctor explained, "I've got the astronauts back there. Poor fellows! Out cold! Nerve gas! Nasty stuff! The Master ought to be ashamed of him self!"

Dr. Valerie Ruben put her hand on the Doctor's arm. "But what about the Adventurer?"

The Doctor glanced at her, smiling gently. "It's got a chance, madam. One of the members of the A-Team is going to try to pilot her down."

"The A-Team? Dr. Ruben looked startled. "Those renegades?"

The Time Lord drew himself up to his full height. "Mind, you watch your language! I'm a renegade too!"

The veteran astronaut put her hands to the back of her head. "But none of the A-Team has any flying experience unless...oh, no! Those rumors! Doctor, are you going to stand there and tell me that Captain Murdock is at our controls? Didn' t he crack up in Vietnam? I've heard from an Army friend that he's been in and out of some institution somewhere ever since."

"Intriguing thought, isn't it? the Doctor asked cheerfully.

"But he's insane!"

The Doctor shook his head. 'No, only crazy."

"Is there any difference?"

Nodding, the Doctor explained, "Actually quite a lot. The term insanity is a legal term that means one is dangerous to oneself and/or others. It is not a medical diagnosis. Technically every tobacco user in the universe is insane. 'Crazy, on the other hand, is a commonly used statement that states something is wrong with a person's mind, or that his or her creativity quotient is unusually high. It does not always imply a psychosis. In Murdock's case, I believe both meanings of the term would apply."

Dr. Ruben interrupted. "And you don't think Murdock is a danger to himself and to others?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Oh, I'd say even I'm a more dangerous fellow than Murdock."

"But can he fly the space shuttle?"

"He is going to try. We can't ask any more of him than that, now can we?"

Valerie Ruben would not have been picked to be an astronaut if she weren't extremely adaptable to even the most unusual situations. "Well let's try to contact him, talk him down. Man! What is the President going to say?"

Sarah had another idea. "Doctor, I suggest we contact the Los Angeles V.A. hospital. They probably have somebody there who is used to working with Murdock who can give us some idea of what his chances are and what we can do to make it easier for him to cope."

The astronaut agreed, then spoke into the radio. "This is Houston Control to Adventurer. Hello up there? Captain Murdock, can you hear us? If you can, please answer!"

Aboard the shuttle, Murdock stared at the radio and drawled calmly."They're probably trying to contact us from Houston."
Stay tuned for Part 6 of 'The Tardis Incident'!!
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