Brian Coltrane

Awwwww. Ditto. Thank you for the kind words, Mufn. We've had some hellacious, genuine spats though. And for the folks that haven't witnessed 'em, or heard about 'em, you can get all the dirt in my upcoming tell-all book entitled Behind the HazzardNet: Confessions of a Moderator.

Thank ya! Don't get used to it, though. As soon as I'm back in your good graces again, I'll have a lot of slacking off to catch up on. In the meantime I have to look busy. That said, I searched around for news about Enos going to DVD and zeroed out. Sonny's site still has the campaign appeal on it, but there's no new progress to report. YouTube has a couple of Enos clips, and in reviewing those, one might understand why WB hasn't been in a hurry to get this thing to the store. The Enos series comes across as outdated, and I'd speculate that it would be perceived as containing stereotypes. Another strike against it is that it only lasted a single season. Why the hell WB didn't just package Enos with the corresponding Dukes season, and call it "bonus" material I'll never know. It would have snuck under the radar of any disapproving entities and fallen square into the hands of the Dukes fans who would appreciate it. And WB coulda made a few extra bucks. Maybe, just maybe, WB will eventually come out with a "complete series boxed set - collector's edition" for the Dukes of Hazzard, and include the Enos series. Until then, all I can offer is a YouTube link with a short clip:

Lemme check on that for ya and see what I can find. I'd heard the same thing awhile back, but couldn't pin down enough facts to count on it.

Sometimes we can't tell either. But that last time, yeah, I can assure ya, it was a real mad. Fortunately, we talked it out and patched things up quick. That's the risk I run when I constantly poke and prod and tease, that eventually I'll do something that will make MaryAnne honestly mad when I don't mean to make her mad, and then POW. It's kind of a self-fullfilling prophecy and akin to playing with fire. And do I ever learn? Nah. Though I respect her tremendously, and you're right. We're family. We tick each other off sometimes, but we're only human and we work things out. Speaking of work....I'd better get to some of it. For a change. We've actually got quite a bit of news coming up - rumors about a new Dukes project being filmed, (unconfirmed), but we've been hearing rumblings about this for 2 years and somebody recently sent us a link. I'm checking that out and we'll get something on the homepage soon.

Wow. Ok, here's where I screwed up for real and made MaryAnne angry for real. Daisy Mae Duke had a genuine technical question on the chatrooms that she had apparenty emailed to us a couple or three days ago. I missed the message. I'll spare ya the excuses. When Daney posted the issue to me - within a thread that we were all goofing around on - I took the issue with a light hearted grain of salt, figuring Daney might have made something up to make me "look busy." I did a basic check of the chatrooms, found nothing wrong, and wasn't aware, at that time, of the email Daisy Mae sent in. So instead of replying to Daisy Mae Duke directly and asking her how I could help, I posted a smarmy answer to Daney, who had relayed the matter. And then Daisy Mae PM'd MaryAnne, and MaryAnne was the first person to properly investigate the issue and respond directly. This bad customer service isn't typical of the HazzardNet experience. I've apologized to Daisy Mae in a private message. I'm also publicizing this explanation because I don't want people thinking that we treat our members like this on an ordinary basis. It just hit me through the wrong channel, I wasn't in the right mindset, and I blew it. Normally we do not give our users such smarmy answers to legitimate questions. If anyone ever has a real question, be it technical, or related to the show, or whatever, please always feel welcome to send a private message to MaryAnne, Meadowmufn, or myself. Brian

Can't a guy get some sleep around heah? I checked the chatroom. It's still there. I also logged into both versions without any problem. We've had no other reports of any hitches, so it might be on her end. Is she logging in to the Forums before attempting to get into Chat? If not, have her try that first. If she's still having issues with it, just PM me, or MaryAnne, and include some details. Now, where was I. Oh, yeah. Zzzzzzzzzzz...............

*blinks, yawns, stretches* Mmrpgh. You want news, eh? Here's news: HazzardNet Administrator Annoys Co-Worker Internal Incident Ree-ports on the Rise After several years of random allegations, there seems to be substance behind the rumors of HazzardNet's adverse work environment. The continued antagonism between principal members of the HNet staff is under investigation. In our exclusive interview with myself, I had this to say: "I just try to do the bare minimum around here. But nothing is ever enough. I mean, if I can't sleep on the job, where can I?" Stay tuned as we unearth more startling details on this developing story.

*while Alex gets carried away...literally...by MaryAnne and Rosco, one erstwhile, black-clad Coltrane gets behind the wheel of a black Chevy Impala. Diablo fires up with a low rumble, and the thrum of the motor provides some reassurance.* *the big Chevy trundles out from the gravel parking lot, and leaves the Boar's Nest behind. Diablo leaves sedately, without any squealing of tires, without any display whatsoever. Everything the car has will be needed later, and so gas, oil, and rubber are calmly conserved as Diablo heads down the road...* *...and slowly cruises towards Highway 36, which serves as the main route between Hazzard and Atlanta. If Jack Morrison was to have a chance at revenge - or was it justice? - the prey would have to be visible.* *once on the highway, Diablo's long, chrome-covered nose is pointed towards Hazzard. The sole intention now was to cruise around aimlessly, as if not having a care in the world...* *.....and wait for Jack Morrison to discover the seemingly-careless prey. Even if Morrison had intended to go back to Atlanta empty handed, the sight of Diablo on the road would be too much to resist.* *while driving, reaches into the inner jacket pocket and checks the snub-nosed .38 that is carried around for protection. A hard flick of the wrist snaps the chamber open. The gun is loaded with six bullets. Bullets that haven't been needed in a long time. After snapping the chamber shut again, tucks the gun away. No sense waving it around until it was needed.*

Howdy, 01 getaway, and welcome!

....Zzzzzzz...............

Since your job is basically just making sure I do my job....if I'm not doing anything, then neither are you. Which reminds me, before I was so rudely interrupted a few posts back, I was in the middle of some pressin' business. Next, I'll continue where I left off, for the sake o' continuity.

*lingers in the kiss with Doc, and gives a silent nod at her words....not sharing her optimism, but appreciating her faith* "Take care of yerself, Doc..." *steps back from her with a sigh, and then looks at Alex, seeing his surprise and complete disbelief at finding himself smoothly captured. Meets his eyes and gives an apology that echoes MaryAnne's..* "Sorry, Alex...." *muttering quietly to the long-time buddy, then looking past him to give a small nod of thanks to MaryAnne. Alex would be safe now. He'd be feeling betrayed, but safe...and that's what mattered.* *turns away from Alex, and heads for the exit, hoping that someone thought to drive Diablo here to the meeting and have it ready....*

Awww, shucks! Thank you. As always, it's all of you folks out there who really make HazzardNet what it is. It wouldn't matter how the site looked, or how it ran, or what we were up to for shenanigans, if nobody visited. We appreciate you too.

Thanks! I did see your compliment in the other thread, but I didn't wanna interrupt the conversation. So me and my swelled head ( I saw that, MeadowMufn!) quietly basked in the praise. I love gettin' compliments, 'cause it makes it that much harder for MaryAnne to get rid of me.

*nods to Alex* "I figured on it. Reckon we oughta get movin', now that everythang's decided." *stands up from the table, but then turns to Doc and leans down to give her a slow, tender kiss, gently cupping her face with the palm of one hand. Eyes close for a moment...trying not to say goodbye, but knowing anything could happen...*

MaryAnne, I won't procrastinate anymore. I promise. After tomorrow. As a show of good faith, I'll write something else for the homepage! I'll update info on a couple of topics around the forums, too. And then I'll do it all again in....oh, five, six months or so. Just kiddin'! I'll remain the productive, focused contributor you've always counted on. *straight face*

*listening to the comments, and going particularily pale at Daney's suggestion* "That's not just rilin' him up. That's askin' for him to go postal. He's mad enuff for what I done...so we gotta be dang careful about addin' any more incentive." *thinks of something* "You could probably let him out for us, and he woudn't suspect a thang. That's up to MaryAnne tho'. She knows Morrison better than I do."

Super energy pill ? Say no to drugs, Roger. Say no to buttermilk, too. How do I still function around the place elsewhere while in a predicment here? Well, "here" and "elsewhere" are different places within a place, that's all. The only time a prediciment is overriding across the board, is when we have a bet on the side, or we've truly gotten our hackles up. Otherwise, the shenanigans in one thread are separate and unique from another. But that would be a great excuse for more procrastination.

Howdy there, 2Lost ! Welcome to HazzardNet. You're not alone as a Dukes fan here, so make yourself at home and enjoy! If you haven't already stumbled upon it, MaryAnne runs a Dukes of Hazzard fanfic site that you might also dig. Check out the threads with "Updates to DOHFF" which is "DukesofHazzardFanfic.com." It'll link ya right to it. Jump right in to any of the Forums topics here, and have fun! Brian

*listens, and meets the eyes of everyone around the table as they speak. After Alex's statement of worry, tries to put the concerns at ease* "Jack Morrison would probably get more satisfaction in takin' me in alive. S' more of a challenge," *says with a dismissive shrug* "The idea of me bein' behind bars the rest of my life, and havin' to remember that Jack was the one who finally put me there....has gotta sound good to him." I hope it does, anyhow....*thinks privately to self* *clears throat and looks to Doc* "Your idea mighta worked, 'cept like you said, he suspects you now. Plus, there's one dangerous problem with it. If I'm playin' dead, Jack would wanna see the body. And once he sees me, he'd probably think of putting a bullet into me just to make sure. If I'm already "dead" it shouldn't matter, right? But if any of you started carryin' on, and tried stoppin' him, the whole shuck n' jive would fall apart. He'd have me right there, and have all of ya'll on charges of...whatevah fakin' a death is." *pauses, tapping fingers on table, drawling thoughts aloud* "That's the problem with this cop. He's smart. Too damn smart. In fact, we need a way of gettin' him outta that jail cell on his own, or he may figure we got some sorta plan goin'. We gotta let him think he's got the el-lah-ment of surprise. But how..."

Except something tells me I won't be given a choice. Just as well; I can't stand buttermilk. MaryAnne, I don't think this is what a binding labor agreement is supposta look like. Ain't you stretchin' this whole thang a little far?

Howdy Sean - I'm a serious collector of Dukes merchandise. While I'm no expert on everything they made, I can tell you that the biggest challenge with the belt buckle is proving authenticity. Your best bet may be in trying to find if the original manufacturer is still in business, and seeing if they can authenticate this item for you. It if's for real, and can be proved so, it would be a good part of a serious Dukes collection. The value is always in the eye - or wallet - of the bid holder. If you just want to try selling it, put it on ebay with a reserve you're personally comfortable with, and see what happens. But don't make claims about the products' orgination and history that you can't back up. It sounds like a cool find, but with so many bootleg, unauthorized products being made these days, collectors tend to be cautious. Dukes merchandise has had more than it's share of unlicensed "fakes" made and sold on the internet. Like wall clocks and checkbook covers, for example. Sorry we don't know more about this product. Good luck, and let us know how it goes!

DukeFan, if you were a little confused on how to post photos in the forums posts... maybe it's cause you were a little distracted by the photo itself? Heh! Looks like you figured it out!

*looks at Rosco with some amazement* "Wow. Railroadin' another cop. Normally I'd admire that kinda thang, but if Jack Morrison decides to fight fire with fire, he'll git the both of ya on aidin' and abettin' me. Put it all in front of a circuit court judge, and it'll probably go against ya." *heaves a breath* "Morrison ain't gonna quietly leave nor stay gone, no matter what pressure ya put on 'em. And now Alex, and Doc, and Julie, and probably a few more folk are gonna be under his suspicion for renderin' aid and comfort to the enemy." *pauses a beat, letting that sink in, and continues* "The only thang that might get him to leave us alone, at least for awhile, is if he gets some feelin' of accomplishment while he's heah. He nevah managed to get the best of me in Atlanta, so maybe he wants to let me know that he hasn't forgotten anythang. That he still intends to make me pay." *looks to all around the table* "This may sound crazy, but I think Jack needs to get thangs outta his system. I say you let 'em out, let 'em come after me if he wants, and I'll give him enough chase and shootout to let him think he's scared me good. Then, I'll do a wounded duck act, and promptly disappear. I'll lay low a couple days, let him figure I left the area...and then I'll saunter back home once he returns to Atlanta." *waits to see how this idea goes over...*

*has to admit something, upon discovering predicament* Every once in awhile....I smart off, and it sorta backfires. This is one of them times. *turns full attention to esteemed cousin, peer, and buddy ol' pal* MaryAnne, accordin' to the reasonable n' customary practicies of labor negotiation....drawing and quartering ain't allowed. It's downright frowned upon! Furthermore, I'm sure there's an ordinance against it. You don't wanna pull somethin' like this....