9:38 PM, Monday evening. Godzilla, I’ve noticed, is vaguely pyramidal in shape. He has big feet, wide legs, and a thick lower body that gradually narrows as you move upward toward his pointy head. I used to love Godzilla movies when I was a kid (heck, I’d probably watch one now if I came across it on cable). I remember dragging my parents to the Hollywood Theater in Dormont to see Godzilla vs. The Smog Monster back when I was in grade school. I bet they were thrilled beyond belief; I certainly thought it was cool.
They are making a new Godzilla movie. It’s going to be a big-budget affair with top-of-the-line special effects, known actors and such. It looks pretty neat. (I watched the movie trailer on the Godzilla website -- which probably explains why I had a dream last night about being chased around by the big monster lizard.)
Godzilla used to scare the willies out of me when I was a kid (even when he sort of became a "good guy" in some of his later films). I loved the movies just the same, though.
I put together a model of Godzilla back when I was in grade school, amazingly it is still in one piece today. The model kit came with a stand to place Godzilla on (formed like a little city in the process of being squished) and alternate feet, hands, head and other bits. You could put together the "all-green" Godzilla or do the "glow-in-the-dark" Godzilla (which was a two-toned affair featuring a green body with glowing white plastic feet, hands, head, spine and tail).
Guess which version I glued together?
So many toys that you really loved in childhood get lost, broken, or thrown away as you grow up. Remembering them can be quite sad sometimes (don’t even get me started about my stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh). I guess it is a trite sentiment but I think it is nice when something that was fun in childhood survives to maturity (or as close as some of us can get to maturity).
In honor of this entry, I have taken my model of Godzilla out of storage and now have him sitting on top of my computer as I type. I think he’s missing a few teeth and one claw has snapped-off, but otherwise Godzilla is in pretty good shape.
I’m glad that I kept him.
--- JWR, 1997
EDITOR'S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the "I Have Nothing To Say" entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal's entries by the time at which they were written.
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