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This thread need's it's own sound-track
This thread need's it's own sound-track
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Aaaah!!! You did it~ Bravo!
...There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force (and 🦄s)
The latest installments are amazing, as always. Love that use of this particular scarf design!
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“There was something else I was meant to do.”
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“There was something else I was meant to do.”
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BRILLIANT! Riding the unicorn, is truly one of the greatest and most creative idea yet!
Beautiful colors…
PS: what “else were they meant to do”???
It’s like that scarf was made just for this purpose.
🦄 + 🧡 = thank you @Ladybaga @yuzulife @loh @DME @addiCCted @Book Worm and everyone else who stopped by.
@Book Worm - The installments are open to interpretation and open ended. It could mean something silly as Sabine using the Force to pick up the bag dropped while trying to get seated on the unicorn…or something more.
And I used a direct quote from the character (Star Wars Rebels, S4, Episode 15), which I like to do when creating or building around the scene(s).
@Book Worm - The installments are open to interpretation and open ended. It could mean something silly as Sabine using the Force to pick up the bag dropped while trying to get seated on the unicorn…or something more.
And I used a direct quote from the character (Star Wars Rebels, S4, Episode 15), which I like to do when creating or building around the scene(s).
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“Indiana, we are simply passing through history.”
“This, this is history”
“Indiana, we are simply passing through history.”
“This, this is history”
- René Belloq, Raiders of the Lost Ark
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A Her Story
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Before Star Wars
In the time I actively wore pink…
My fascination with science fiction and dinosaurs led me to a charismatic kaiju. After one look, it was pretty much “Goodbye, T-Rex, Hello Godzilla!”
Unfortunately, Mom didn’t share the enthusiasm and though I could have every toy figure in the animal kingdom, Godzilla was not welcome in the house.
That was until one fateful visit to the school library. I had found a loophole in the form of Dynamite - the children’s magazine, not the explosive. This particular issue featured a center spread Godzilla article complete with a Goji illustration that would become etched in memory.
Oh, how I contemplated ways to steal or tear out the pages each time I visited the library.
The temptation was soon removed when the magazine disappeared likely taken by a similar-minded classmate.
Fast forward to a new school year and a memorable trip to the local bookstore with Dad. Tucked in between bigger books on a shelf sitting in the children’s reading loft, another copy of that same magazine waited. Dad said, “Yes,” and my atomic lizard hidden between covers came home.
Star Wars eventually became my new focus, and Godzilla suffered the same fate as T-Rex, lost and half-forgotten. But not entirely forgotten as I thought about the illustration in the years between childhood and adulthood.
I’ve become more nostalgic since the pandemic, and a by-product of the state is a need to find objects that were important to you as a child.
I wish I could say it was easy locating that Goji magazine for a third time. As a kid, I didn’t bother to memorize the issue number or magazine cover. And there is no custodian or comprehensive repository for decades old children’s magazines.
I nearly reached the point of giving up a couple of months ago. That was until one fateful last search I identified a file that contained a list of old Dynamite magazines…and the remarkable, extraordinary lead: “#39, GODZILLA 2 page article with illustration & Photo’s.”
Welcome back home, Goji-chan.
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A Her Story
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Before Star Wars
In the time I actively wore pink…
My fascination with science fiction and dinosaurs led me to a charismatic kaiju. After one look, it was pretty much “Goodbye, T-Rex, Hello Godzilla!”
Unfortunately, Mom didn’t share the enthusiasm and though I could have every toy figure in the animal kingdom, Godzilla was not welcome in the house.
That was until one fateful visit to the school library. I had found a loophole in the form of Dynamite - the children’s magazine, not the explosive. This particular issue featured a center spread Godzilla article complete with a Goji illustration that would become etched in memory.
Oh, how I contemplated ways to steal or tear out the pages each time I visited the library.
The temptation was soon removed when the magazine disappeared likely taken by a similar-minded classmate.
Fast forward to a new school year and a memorable trip to the local bookstore with Dad. Tucked in between bigger books on a shelf sitting in the children’s reading loft, another copy of that same magazine waited. Dad said, “Yes,” and my atomic lizard hidden between covers came home.
Star Wars eventually became my new focus, and Godzilla suffered the same fate as T-Rex, lost and half-forgotten. But not entirely forgotten as I thought about the illustration in the years between childhood and adulthood.
I’ve become more nostalgic since the pandemic, and a by-product of the state is a need to find objects that were important to you as a child.
I wish I could say it was easy locating that Goji magazine for a third time. As a kid, I didn’t bother to memorize the issue number or magazine cover. And there is no custodian or comprehensive repository for decades old children’s magazines.
I nearly reached the point of giving up a couple of months ago. That was until one fateful last search I identified a file that contained a list of old Dynamite magazines…and the remarkable, extraordinary lead: “#39, GODZILLA 2 page article with illustration & Photo’s.”
Welcome back home, Goji-chan.
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Aww I love your Gojira-origin story…and Gojira’s homecoming story! Thank you for sharing ❤️. I also can’t believe I missed this thread until now. I have a some pages to catch up on!
I have loved Godzilla ever since I was a child and saw it on TV when I lived in L A in the 50s. As old as I am I still get the chills when he rises from the sea. May he stomp around for many more years.