Godzilla's appearance has changed quite a bit over the years; however, most of his core characteristics have remained fairly consistent.
For example, his terrible roar- changing only slightly in pitch and timbre when he made the transition from film to cartoon. Godzilla's basic physiology retains the same general properties, which are, of course, instantly recognizable: a giant, lime-green, bipedal, mutant iguana or dinosaur with rough, bumpy scales, a long powerful tail, fierce teeth, and jagged dorsal fins often blue or dark purple in color.
Although the legend of his origins varies somewhat from film to film, it is generally understood that he is a prehistoric reptile-amphibian hybrid who mutated into his present form thru massive radiation exposure, most likely from an atomic weapons test gone awry. Non-canonical sources (such as the Universal Studios version of King Kong vs. Godzilla) suggest that Japan is the home of Godzilla's ancestors. However, this has never been confirmed by a credible source.
The most notable of Godzilla's many abilities is his nuclear breath: a powerful heat-ray of atomic fire or lava which shoots out at mach-speed from his terrible mouth. Godzilla is also depicted as being resistant to most kinds of injury thanks to a tough, leathery hide and sophisticated self-healing properties. He is portrayed as being quick, strong, and dexterous, sometimes utilizing arcane martial arts techniques in combat.
The famous “Godzilla roar” is the copyrighted sound that the creature most often uses to communicate his displeasure. It is a very mechanical sounding roar and does not resemble any other known animal noise one might actually encounter out in the wild.
This terrifying noise, debuted in the original Godzilla film, was created by acclaimed Japanese composer Akira, who produced the sound by rubbing a resin-covered leather glove along the loosened strings of a double bass and then slowed down the playback.
Over the years the roar has become a trademark feature of the Godzilla franchise and is now instantly recognizable all over the globe. Its fame is on a par with the iconic Tarzan yell. It is often pirated by other directors for satirical purposes when monsters or animal villains are featured onscreen or when a human character becomes exceedingly angry and wishes for this anger to become generally known.
Godzilla usually lets his mighty roar be heard when he makes his initial appearance in a production, even if there is no discernible reason for doing so. During destruction and fighting sequences he usually roars multiple times. Directors tend to re-use Akira’s original recording, but in more recent years variations of the roar have been crafted to express some of Godzilla’s different emotions.
All of these looped decibels are a kind of “under wraps” flagellation, a lunar entity into which being and sickness both enter, by way of ear lust, pulling a soiled uniform over one’s skeleton, and heading down to the racetrack to personally “weigh in” on the issues. I need only mention in passing the reappearance of the “catfish” tradition in the popular cycle of zen instructional videos, which proliferated in the wake of japan’s initial encounter with buddhism.
Pioneers drove by instinct; this gave way to steering by instrument; and then to fully automated GPS monitors stretched way beyond the lustre of older stock phrase equivalents, traded freely, off market, to the very end of the crocodile’s snout.
crocodile: member species of the family Croco-dy-la-dae are large aquatic reptiles that live throughout the tropics worldwide. They tend to congregate in freshwater habitats such as rivers, lakes, wetlands, and feed mostly on earthworms, giant pythons, cheetahs, crayfish, and, of course, one another. They first appeared during the Eocene epoch, about 55 million years ago.
Godzilla's signature weapon is his distinctive nuclear breath. His dorsal fins glow ominously, and then he lets loose with a concentrated blast of radiation direct from his gullet. This power is often mistaken for mere fire or smoke by his enemies, much to their unpleasant surprise and undoing. In Godzilla’s Challenge his breath was depicted as having incendiary properties strong enough to destroy a small belt of black holes, while in Godzilla Grills out with Neighbors it possessed incredible range, power and accuracy, able to hit microscopic targets in deep outer space and pick off invading goblins one by one while Godzilla casually floated on his back thru the Straits of Gibraltar.
In a memorable (and somewhat infamous) scene in Godzilla Comes to his Senses, he ingeniously uses his breath to fly by aiming it down at our earth and using the properties of inverse gravity to lift off like a rocket. His breath can also power electrodes, melt steel and rock, germinate plants, cook raw meat, and instantly evaporate water.
In donning the data-suit an individual slips into a catastrophically pure information environment, a body suddenly endowed with a muscle-nerve interface that slips over one’s own subcutaneous longing. Mark Twain’s cave might apply here. There are several desirable openings. Lengthening, widening arches. Cardboard cities, literally woven out of electronic impulses, no longer satisfied merely to synthesize pressure and noises, but planets, office desks, and old-fashioned steam radiators.
Nonetheless, I recall the Vice President of Panasonic’s AV research and development laboratory inquiring if the storm-fiend was planning to kick up another ruckus this evening. I had better be getting back to the tent now to make sure everything is shipshape, weigh down the canvas with a few extra boulders, bank the fire, and prepare myself a little hardtack and gingersnap tea. In another reality my avatar lives in a dingy one bedroom apartment, nothing like the brisk desert islands I am always reading about in the newspaper. “Excuse me, man or woman, may I please have the sugar?” “Why certainly, man or woman- pardon me for not having it passed it already.”
Crocodiles are very fast over short distances, in and out of the water. Because they hunt by lunging out and holding onto their prey, they have evolved extremely sharp teeth and massive jaws for tearing into and clamping down onto the flesh of their food source. They have the most powerful bite of any known animal, clocking in at 5,000 pounds per square inch, compared to just 335 for a Rottweiler, 400 for a large great white shark, 900 for a hyena, or 2,000 for a giant sea tortoise.
Godzilla has displayed an uncanny ability to resist long term injury. Not even the pressure and cold of deep sea trenches can phase him. Starting in the first Godzilla film, he displayed an immunity to all conventional weaponry, impervious to even full-on military assault. It was also implied that he might be resistant to technology still to come in the future!!! On several occasions he has demonstrated the ability to survive complete submersion in boiling hot magma for periods of time up to 5 or 6 centuries. He has even survived being at ground zero of asteroid impacts and being buried under tons of ice for decades at a time, seemingly cut off from all oxygen sources.
As noted earlier, Godzilla possesses an extremely advanced and highly efficient regenerative ability. This power was a crucial plot point in Godzilla vs. the Bio-Mass and Godzilla’s Progeny. In Godzilla’s Progeny it was implied that Godzilla's regenerative abilities may have something to do with his radioactive substratum. Organizer G1 is the name given to a rare oil in his DNA interface that is responsible for his swift, efficient healing. Even complex neural tissue can be completely regenerated!!! At the very end of Godzilla Reconsiders his Overall Strategy, after he has been completely obliterated (or so they all think), his heart is shown beating quietly on the dark ocean floor, suggesting Godzilla's Organizer G1 would allow him to completely regenerate himself from just this one single organ!!! (Admittedly, his healing abilities have not been entirely consistent from one film to another.)
The jade goddess has taken metropolitan logic to its natural conclusion by proposing to replace the old interstate system with an underground railway that will run at approximately 1500 kilometers an hour linking central-southern Wisconsin’s 9 or 10 biggest cities. To get out of these dust-buggies once and for all has been the dream of humankind since approximately the mid 1920’s.
Chuang-tzu, on the other hand, not only has no metaphysics, he actually condemns and derides that particular science. The supernatural and the material are equally laughable. His only cosmogonic principle appears to be “stillness.” Oddly enough, the only philosophical tool he uses is logic, but with one minor qualification- it’s the logic of dreams. He makes no mention of divinity, or the purpose of being, or the indestructibility of the self, or the abuses of conceptual language. This a terrible thing to say out loud, but he even makes fun of yoga.
Inside the deep cavern avoiding the dusk-charged abandonment: “Excuse me, man or woman, may I please have the sugar?” “Why certainly, man or woman- pardon me for not having it passed it already.” A lot of bunk, none of them really care if you get any sugar or not. Just try asking for something more complicated and see how far that gets you.
Bear in mind once again improvements in data-capture or “keyboarding” in the airline meta-pilot’s graded perceptual system. This branch of ergonomic research has recently led to new dromo-matrixes for replacing the entire instrument panel with a digi-linked helmet and full-body data-suit, a sort of “virtual cockpit” whose semi or selectively transparent visor would display flight parameters at the precise moment they become indispensable.
Ophthalmology thus no longer restricts itself to practices necessitated by disease or deficiency; it has broadened its range to include an intensive exploitation of the actual gaze in which the depth of field of human vision is being progressively confiscated by opto-electronic programming that has the modest aim of organizing the most subconscious visual reflexes in order to simultaneously improve the witnesses’ reception of signals, response times, and stereo-grapha-nomic relationships.
A kind of mirror image, more or less, based on the open marriage concept one often reads about in upper-paleolithic societies.
Crocodile embryos do not have sex chromosomes, and unlike humans, sex is not determined genetically. Sex is determined by temperature, with males produced at around 89 °F, and females produced at slightly lower and higher temperatures. The average incubation period is around 80 days, and also is dependent on temperature. Crocodiles are protected in many parts of the world, but they also are farmed commercially. Their hides are tanned and used to make leather goods such as shoes, wallets, belts, handbags, bracelets, headbands, and briefcases; crocodile meat is also considered a delicacy. The saltwater crocodile and Nile crocodile are by far the most dangerous, killing between 5 and 7 hundred people each year.
Godzilla's body constantly emits its own radiation, similar to the process of nuclear fission. It has been shown to contaminate water sources, raise ocean temperatures, destroy crops, and create mutations, such as the giant sea louse in Godzilla Loses All Will to Live. His massive footprints as well as objects and people he has been in close contact with hold traces that register on a geiger counter, while Godzilla himself will register at a distance of approximately 300 miles.
His radiation, however, doesn't appear to be destructive at all times and places. For example, In Godzilla Goes to Hawaii, in a panoramic underwater scene, a smiling Godzilla swims in close proximity with several schools of colorful fish and not only are the fish not visibly harmed, but they even appear to increase in strength and over-all confidence at having such a powerful ally and neighbor.
“Chaos never died,” the films seem to be telling us. The avant-garde eats its own shit and apparently likes it! If the artist has in fact perished, and if the audience has in fact withered away, then we find ourselves free of even more useless freight, and may commence slapping high-fives in the traditional manner. Provided we can escape from the museums floating around in our skulls; provided we can stop selling raffle tickets to the guillotines inside our computers; we can begin to contemplate an exchange which re-creates the dynamic of the old taoist masters, who were often described as not rushing into anything, ever, as if fording icy streams in early winter; retiring and hesitant, as if shy or even afraid of other people; reverent in demeanor to total strangers, as if encountering visiting royalty;
how do I know that the love of life is not just a massive delusion? or that the fear of death is not like an adolescent running away from a difficult home and refusing to ever go back? Come the morning, those who dream of drunken orgies and feasts may weep and moan terribly- those who dream of weeping and moaning may go fuck-crazy, pig out, and get hammered out of their gourds! When they dream, they don’t know it’s a dream! Indeed, in their dreams they may think they’re interpreting dreams- only when they wake up do they realize it was all just a dream!
Despite his incredible power, Godzilla has displayed a few weaknesses over the years. In King Kong vs. Godzilla and Godzilla Contemplates Suicide he is shown to be vulnerable to strong voltages of coal powered electricity. And yet, as the series progressed, natural lightning has been shown to have the opposite property, serving to revitalize him from his paralyzing guilt-trips and depressions.
In Godzilla Interrogates God it was revealed that he had a back-up, miniature brain in his spine, which came in handy when Aquaman ordered a small brood of poisonous eels to suck out his original brain thru his nostrils while he was collapsed in a drunken stupor on one of the island chain’s crystalline beaches.
This is my thirteenth year as president of the united states of america. I was little more than a lad when I first came to this village. my ideas were all very simple then; there’s no use going into them. my hobbies were stickball, writing articles for the neighborhood newsletter, fishing, rooting for the Yankees, and woodworking. Now I am an old man but scarcely any smarter, I fear. So little are white hair and a wrinkled forehead an indication of wisdom!
The screen door bangs in the wind, one of the hinges is loose. together, hand in hand, we look back at the rickety house. It sure could use a coat of paint! Except that I am too lazy to do it myself and too poor to hire professionals! Just keeping body and soul together takes up 99% of my energy! And soon, even that relatively simple task may prove to be far beyond my meager powers.
(by the way, that was a good joke you played on your co-worker Martin last week. That should teach him to shoot video of he and his girlfriend having sexual intercourse with expensive company property.)
still, it is rather fun to linger outside in the rain, letting one’s clothes get soaked and one’s electronic devices be compromised by the moisture. what difference does it make? They’ll all dry out eventually. No one will scold us for dying, or look askance at our principles. Supposing I catch cold? Or ruin my devices completely? There are no doctors or tech advisors around here to make a fool of me. I’ve already been essentially laughed out of polite or proper society! A really serious case of pneumonia would suit me right down to the ground. Ker-choo! Gesundheit!
Aw, what’s the use of being president anyways? I’m going back to the wilderness. Good-bye, people. Good-bye, storm fiend. Good-bye, all you ravenous vultures.
