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Tyrannosaurus Photo… Ya Think?

I have a zillion things to do today, and I don’t know when (or if) I’ll be able to sit down and write–so here’s something for your amusement in the meantime.

This is purported to be a genuine photo of a live Tyrannosaurus rex wandering around somewhere near a railroad crossing. We don’t think there were any railroads during the Tyrannosaur’s heyday, so this one must be a survivor.

Then again, it could be a fake.

But boy, oh, boy, would I have had fun with this when I was ten years old! I think I can still have some fun with it now.


Centaur Skeleton (if I can get the blasted thing to work!)

And there you have it… botta-bing, botta-boom!


Thanksgiving With Godzilla

I don’t know what you’re doing today, but while our turkey is cooking (we always have ours the day after Thanksgiving), we’re watching Godzilla vs. Megalon.

Yes, this immortal film classic is an annual tradition here. Even if somebody I talked to asked “Is that basketball or football?”

You gotta hand it to the Toho Film Company–they make great miniatures. It must be tremendous fun to work on one of these movies, painstakingly crafting a truck or a dam or a power plant: creations whose fate is only to be destroyed by monsters. The scene wherein an earthquake sucks a lake dry is particularly effective.

Well, back to viewing pleasure. They’ve just explained that the bad guys who tried to steal the robot seem to have come from Easter Island: but we know they’re from the unknown, underwater continent of Seatopia, where ladies dance around in plastic bags on their heads, looking like some kind of weird Lutheran church service.

Ai-oh! Here comes Megalon! That damn monster! Eeyaaah–


Three Cheers for Godzilla

Sometimes I have to step back from watching civilization destroy itself. Of course the American Humanist Assn. is suing a school district because a teacher prayed. Of course 100 million people are going to lose their health insurance, thanks to their own government which many of them, in their stupidity, voted for. Of course a Methodist bishop promises to go on performing sodomite parodies of marriage in his church.

I can’t write about that stuff today.

But I will write about a Thanksgiving tradition at our place.

Every year, on the day after Thanksgiving, my wife and I watch Godzilla vs. Megalon. I told my friends in a Pogo chat room and one of them asked, “Is that football or basketball?”

Neither–it’s Godzilla, King of the Monsters. It’s Japanese monstervision at its finest. See the destruction of cities made from the Toho Film Company’s most exquisite miniatures. See the “USMC” tattoo on the shoulder of the guy who’s supposed to be the high priest of something-or-other on the Lost Continent of Seatopia. See the robot, Jet-Jaguar (“The name suits him!” says his creator), suddenly increase his size several hundredfold–never mind stretching the metal awfully thin–and hear the scientist wisely muse, “He must have programed himself to do that.”

It’s still more coherent than the daily news.

Join Jet-Jaguar as he flies across the Pacific Ocean–and there is no explanation as to how this robot is able to fly those enormous distances, especially with no provision made for fuel–to the sanctuary of Monster Island, where Godzilla lives with all the other monsters. Join Godzilla as he swims back to Japan to save it from Megalon, a giant beetle unleashed by the Seatopians to punish Japan for nuclear tests done by the United States and Russia.

It’s still more coherent than anything that goes on in Congress.

Get this movie and give your brain a day off!


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