A wetsuit is a garment, usually made of foamed neoprene, which is worn by surfers, divers, windsurfers, canoeists, and others engaged in water sports, providing thermal insulation, abrasion resistance and buoyancy. The insulation properties depend on bubbles of gas enclosed within the material, which reduce its ability to conduct heat. The bubbles also give the wetsuit a low density, providing buoyancy in water.
The layer of warm water normally trapped between the suit and the skin provides very little thermal insulation, contrary to popular beliefs regarding wetsuits.
Hugh Bradner, a University of California, Berkeley physicist invented the modern wetsuit in 1951. Wetsuits became available in the mid-1950s and evolved as the relatively fragile foamed neoprene was first backed, and later sandwiched, with thin sheets of tougher material such as nylon or later Lycra/Spandex. Improvements in the way joints in the wetsuit were made by gluing, taping and blindstitching, helped the suit to remain waterproof and reduce flushing, the replacement of water trapped between suit and body by cold water from the outside. Further improvements in the seals at the neck, wrists and ankles produced a suit known as a "semi-dry".
Plot
G.I. Joe, perennial icon of American boyhood, gets a 21st-century update in a new CGI-animated children's series of thrilling military adventure. In this action-packed movie, as America's daring, highly trained special mission force, the G.I. Joe team faces its greatest threat yet from the evil Cobra Organization. Under the direction of Cobra Commander, DNA from the world's most ferocious animals has been combined with human soldiers to create a virtually unstoppable army of venom troopers. Led by Duke, Heavy Duty, Scarlett and Snake Eyes, the heroic G.I. Joe team fights this new menace in a battle to save humanity. But what happens when one of GI Joe's own commandos gets turned into the ultimate venomized super soldier, Venoumus Maximus? Can Cobra control such a creature and if so, how can GI Joe stop it? Find out in G.I. JOE: VALOR vs VENOM!
Keywords: acronym-in-title, action-hero, battle, behind-enemy-lines, cartoon-violence, cgi, cobra, combat, commando, commando-mission
Link: The antidote only worked on the hybrids exposed to it at the highest concentration. The rest we're going to have to cure one-at-a-time::Flint: You heard the man. Make every shot... paintball count.
Dusty: What's wrong with my uniform? What happened? I'm so clean! I hate being clean.
Link: Felt good being back in action. Wouldn't mind a chance to help out and do it again.::Hawk: Welcome aboard, Dr. Talbot.::Hi-Tech: See? I told you so. When we get back to HQ, I'll fit you for your own gauntlet.::Duke: Speaking of gauntlets...::[tries to give Hawk the gauntlet he's wearing]::Hawk: You keep that one. You earned it, Duke.
Dr. Mindbender: Overkill has gone mad!::Cobra Commander: Well, at least he's not boring.
Plot
Time and time again, Cobra has been on the threshhold of global domination, only to be thwarted by the Joes. Now the ruthless terrorist organization has a new ally, the Cobra-La race, led by Golobulus. Golobulus wants to steal the Joes' "Broadcast Energy Transmitter" in order to ripen space spores and mutate the people of Earth. When Duke is injured and the rest of the force immobilized, it's up to the new "rawhides" and Slaughter's Marauders to pick up the slack and save the world
Keywords: 2d-animation, action-hero, action-violence, apocalypse, armed-forces, army, based-on-toy, based-on-tv-series, battle, battlefield
Lt. Falcon: [Klaxon blaring] Oh no! No! Oh boy, you really are bad luck.::Jinx: Hey, you're no rabbit's foot yourself.::General Hawk: Falcon! Take a good look at what your irresponsibility cost us because you *deserted* your post: an enemy force was able to penetrate security, free Serpentor and injure three good men. You're confined to quarters until court-martial! Get him out of my sight!
Beach-head: You six rawhides, you're gonna learn soldiering, and - hey, there's only five of you. Where is that gold-plated goof-off, Lt. Falcon?::Jinx: Terrific question!::Big Lob: Man said he has some errands to do. Go to the tailor, wallpaper his footlocker... weird stuff.::Tunnel Rat: I think he had a date or something.
Pythona: Prepare for eternity!
Sgt. Slaughter: When I'm through, scuzzbucket, they're gonna scrape you off the walls with a squeegee!
Beach-head: What's that bow-wow doing here?::Law: That's my dog, Order. He's trained to sniff out explosives. Order, seek!::Beach-head: This is supposed to be YOUR test, Law!::Law: Hey, Law and Order are a team, man. He find the bombs, I drive the car. We tried it the other way, but it didn't work.
Alpine: How are you at splicing?::Gung-Ho: Nothing like a little on-the-job training!
Jinx: Oh, terrific.
Red Dog: Well, look what just dropped in, bruddahs. A hundred seventy pounds of air pollution!::Mercer: I've seen putty with more backbone.::Taurus: I do not like his face. Let us remove it, yes?
Serpentor: Die, arrogant Earth scum!
Cobra Commander: Go ahead. Make me the scapegoat. My loyal subordinates could testify to my superb stewardship of Cobra. But you don't have the courage to let them speak!::Serpentor: Wrong again! Defend him if you can.::Cobra Commander: Indeed they shall. You first, noble Destro.::Destro: Militarily speaking, it's only fair to say that Cobra Commander is a world-class... buffoon.::Cobra Commander: WHAT?
Roll the dice
Now I wipe the tears from the skies
Play your hand
How I love my Marlboro man
Say your prayers
'Cause you've got enemies everywhere
Your wet suit is keeping you warm
In your cold bed
I'll never be torn from you
Try to keep it together
You try your best to forget her
Silly me
Always a sucker for monogamy
Honesty
Seems to bring out the better in me
Wish I knew
Another way to ruin the day for you
Your wet suit is keeping you warm
In your cold bed
I'll never be torn from you
Try to keep it together
You try your best to forget her
I just can't leave you this way
When you're not okay
And trains will pass through here someday
And take you away
But you won't let me hit the ground
When my heart slows down
Your wet suit is keeping you warm
In your cold head
I'll never be torn from you
Try to keep it together
If at some point we all succumb
For goodness sake, let us be young
'Cause time gets harder to outrun
And I'm nobody, I'm not done
With a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees
I rest on childhood memories
We all got old at breakneck speed
Slow it down, go easy on me, go easy on me
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a T-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
If it's up and after you
What do you suppose that you would do?
You're all whacked out from lack of sleep
You blame it on the friends you keep
If you want to do things differently
Go, do them independently
We all got old at breakneck speed
Slow it down, go easy on me, go easy on me
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a T-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a T-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Does holy water make you pure?
Submerged, your vision's just obscured
You're a lot like me, in upto our knees
In over, your chest is way too deep
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a T-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
Put a wetsuit on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a T-shirt on