The World According to Scott

I’m wondering why I can’t find any toys and figurines of children of all races playing together. This may not seem important to some people… but I’ve seen figurines of dramatically enhanced black children to the point of cartoonish racism, and I’ve seen asian figurines…

I’ve seen figurines of every culture and racial ethnicity on the planet, but the only display of figurines I’ve seen where they are all multiracial is the old Nativity scene that my parents had when I was a child of Mary, a fair-skinned woman (from the middle east?) with blonde hair and her husband Joseph with brown hair and fair skin, their son, also pale skinned, a shepherd, almost identical to Joseph, and three wise men who were the only figurines NOT white and European, an Asian, an African, and an Arab.

Is it any wonder why the races seem to have such problems getting along as adults?  Maybe they just needed the right toys to teach them as children?  I spent a lot of my childhood listening to my mother and she used to watch TV shows in the afternoon with experts like Dr. Joyce Brothers and other doctors of psychology who all touted the same line over and over again, “If you want children to grow into well-adjusted adults, give them the toys they need to develop healthy behaviors and attitudes in life.”  I guess those would include sports toys and games that teach teamwork and diversity, but what about the figures we give them to shape their minds?

You can tell a lot about a child by watching how the child plays with the dolls and action figures that they use.  The action figures I had were mostly Star Wars and G.I. Joe. and while they were ethnically and racially diverse, they often represented conflict and battle.  G.I. Joe were racially diverse and often worked towards defeating the common enemy, a faceless tyrant.  Star Wars were diverse to the nth degree, but mostly seemed to focus on a bunch of aging white men flying around in star cruisers trying to take over the universe.  Ever notice that there was not one non-Caucasian Commander or General of the Empire fleet in Star Wars?  Of course, it’s obvious that George Lucas was drawing parallels to Nazi Germany in WWII.

Food for thought, and something I’m going to be pondering while my wife and discuss further plans for having children.

 

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08/19/09 – Brad: I was at this show…it was Z Top, Steve Miler, Santana. The second Miller Lite party. I was out of my head on some serious blotter acid that day. Awesome show!

12/08/09 – Scott Morgan: I worked the show with Ground Zero Productions. ZZ Top, Santana, George Thoroughgood and Collin James played the show. I drove 30 hours down to Dallas and stayed at a motel with the crew in Irving. We had to reinforce the stage for the Recycler Tour’s Mercury Chop top to get on the stage. Unfortunately, I was too damned tired to attend the show and wound up getting sun poisoning from the intense sun even in October… being from Buffalo, NY.. I was not up for it. Anyone who wants to contact me can do so at ScottPMorgan@roadrunner.com AND yes, I have the ticket stub.

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 Facts of the matter.  I met a guy named Tommy Aldridge who knew some guy from Rochester.  Tommy told me that he was going to Dallas, TX to work on stagebuilding for Ground Zero productions and he was telling me that the guys got over $10 an hour.  To me, that was a lot of money, and I thought that if I could get in on this job, that I’d be able to save money for college, especially after failing out of Morrisville in 1989, I was itching for a way to make some serious money so I could return to college.  I learned what I could from Tom about the job, got a climbing harness, and borrowed Mom and Dad’s 1980 Ford Fairmont to drive down to Dallas, TX with Tom.  We drove all night and day, through Cleveland, OH – blew out a tire in Cleveland, got it fixed at a Gulf Station, and kept on going all night until we got to Irving, TX.  The next morning we worked at the Cotton Bowl and I was extremely green about the whole thing.  We laid down plywood and sheeting to protect the field, put up the towers and transoms and built the stage in 5 days, partially in the rain and hot sun.  I missed the concert I was so tired.  I drove through a lot of states and when I got back, the Fairmont transmission blew out on my father.

I ended up giving my two concert Tees to other people… one to Lauren, as we were dating at the time, and the other went missing.. I think I just wore it out.

It was an amazing adventure that I’ll never forget.  I sold my harness to Tom.  And I worked with him a few years later as a mechanic at Monro Muffler.

 

 

Family Guy is a sophmoric attempt at trying to maintain a balance between shock value and wholesome “All In The Family” Archie Bunker-esque American Racism. There is a reason that it was cancelled and brought back from retirement… because you can only have a fat white cartoon guy fall down and hurt his leg, break his black neighbor’s bathroom and make a bodily function appear whimsical before the audience gets bored and turns the dial.

Thus is the reason for the Family Guy Star Wars cartoons. Seth Macfarlane has apparrently run out of good puke material for the TV show and needs something else to capitalize on, as if he singing roadshow wasn’t enough of a ticket-seller. This is a hackey attempt at ransoming most of the good moments of Star Wars by portraying them as a Cartoon family sitcom.

WELL, SCREW YOU, SETH MACFARLANE! You may have won our minds, but you shall never rule our WALLETS! Blowing $14.99 on thirty minutes of cheap jokes is not the same as spending $19.99 on six episodes of South Park to watch Eric Cartman make the same Anti-semetic slurs and poopie jokes.

May a crack team of Stormtroopers shoot holes in your Prius… or your front door. Or Garden Gnome. Or whatever other broad side of a barn they can hit. Can’t wait to see what the third installment will bring… probably more of the same and maybe a greased-up naked deaf guy running through the forest of Endor? How DARE you.

You scruffy-looking Nerf-herder.

I am cancelling my World of Warcraft game account today because I do not enjoy the game any longer. I hardly even play because I’m usually working or trying to pick up the slack that my wife leaves me to do. I had setup World of Warcraft on a reoccurring payment system, but because my money keeps going into her account to pay bills, it seems like I never build up enough money in my account to cover expenditures and keep enough in there for World of Warcraft. And because their billing is so sporadic – I never know when the axe is going to fall and my account gets hit with the fees because there wasn’t enough to cover the cost of the game. It’s only a game, but I see how it ruins marriages.

When you pledge to help your spouse with every last bit of blood and money you earn and some game not only engulfs your time and hits you with reoccurring fees, it puts a strain on your marriage. Jamee quit her WoW account this month, her friends stopped playing… and I’ve had enough of the game myself. It costs too much of my precious time and money and seriously, I’ve better things to do with my life. It’s time to take a serious break from this damned game.. it won’t be difficult… in the past couple months, I really haven’t been playing that much anyways.

I just need to focus more on doing something with my life, like having children, finishing college and spending more real time with my wife and less time in the virtual world. I’m feeling a little estranged from people, and it’s not a good feeling.

 

I had a call from someone using the username Mellbrooks, and he wanted me to give him his password.  I told him that I had no access to his password but I could RESET it to an 8 digit number.  I asked him his security question and he could not answer it, then he started telling me why he couldn’t go downstairs to read the MAC ID… Maybe because he’s Jewish and can’t read on the Sabbath?  IDK… all I know is that he started giving me a song and dance about how a supervisor told him the other day that they could give him that info and he demanded that my supervisor talk to “Mel Brooks”. 

He disconnected the call before I could transfer him.

 

UPDATE:  He called back and talked to my coworker – He finally figured out that nobody was going to help him without that MAC address

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