||A Story about Major Matt Mason
by Thomas Farrell
I am starting to feel out
of the loop, not having received the threads concerning mmm toys we would
like to see or "what if matt were real". Anyway, I guess it is time for more
bio about myself and mmm memories. My emailings have been generally to other
list participants rather than to the entire list, and as I don't want to be
an unknown quantity, here goes:
I am 38, consecutive or
otherwise, unknown, born on Sputnik Day. Currently, I work in retail sales
and study computer networking at a community college. I enjoy sci-fi, fitness,
drawing, computers, current events and history, science, the arts, cars, clothes,
languages, a whole bunch of music, healthy living, and a bunch of other stuff.
My first memory of mmm is
from my 6th birthday, when my parents bought me the space station and space
crawler kit. I remember when it was being set up. I was too small to do it
myself, so my Mom basically did the whole thing. She even got the flying back
pack with the cord working properly. I remember sitting in the darkened living
room with them watching the purple light of the station beacon blink on and
Later, I got the space cannon
with Captain Lazer and Sgt. Storm. This was for a birthday present. My dad
surprised me by taking my to Great Eastern Mills and buying me that gigantic
sci-fi treasure box after I thought I had gotten all my presents already.
It was the custom in my family for the aunts, uncles and cousins to visit
eachothers homes on a cousin's birthday. On this specific occasion, all were
forced to sit in the dark while I demonstrated the Captain's Lazer weapon
before they got their dinner and cake. I never played much with the out-of-scale
Capt. Lazer. In my play scenarios, he would usually do what in show business
they call a "walk-on"; that is to say, he would enter the play area, sort
of say hello, and then do sentry-type duty on a crater rim, such as a nearby
bookshelf or the end of the bed. I remember also pointing the laser weapon
at the dog, who was not only a sarcastic ingrate but a lousy foreigner as
well. He came from a kennel in Ireland. The effect was to make him tippy toe
out of the room with a cowed indignation.
My three recurrent play scenarios
were suspended animation, time travel, and weird outer space diseases.
In the matter of suspended
animation, missions began in my own private Huntsville, AL (where I believe
NASA has a research area). By this I mean my bedroom. I would plan deep space
journeys there that would by necessity have to begin in the kitchen. This
plane demanded a certain guile. In order to do this, I would have to transmit
dominating alpha waves into the kitchen where my mother was undoubtedly doing
the same thing to someone else. When I sensed that the alpha field was holding,
I would enter the kitchen and announce: "The astronauts are going into space.
I need aluminum foil, ice trays, and water". The major and his crew were very
neatly wrapped in the foil, placed into liquid water in the ice trays, and
the trays were then placed into the freezer. When I had decided that they
had reached their destination, the astronauts were defrosted. Major Matt Mason's
reach had been extended farther into space than before. Into the kitchen.
Concerning time travel, I
employed the space bubble as a time travel device rather than as a transport.
An Astronaut would sit in the bubble (actually an exquisitely designed and
manufactured toy), whirl around at high speeds, and travel into the future
or the past. On a trip to the past, the major met his own grandfather, who
was actually a colorform based on the character of Dr. DoLittle as portrayed
by Rex Harrison in the film of the same name. He was the exact same size as
mmm, and wore Victorian style clothing. When the astronauts travelled into
the future, they would often find that the Command Center and Space Station
were destroyed and abandoned. Torn up cotton balls and shredded tissues were
used to create a cobweb like effect and to demonstrate the passage of time.
Also, it gave me the opportunity to wreck the playset in a narrative context.
I could then explain to my parents why I wasn't playing nicely with my expensive
toys. The astronauts would then have to travel back in time to avert this
disaster. I ripped off every Irwin Allen tv plot there was in my mmm play.
Behind the gods there are other gods, and I am a consort to Titans. Titans
Finally, there is the matter
of weird outer space diseases. At times, this occupational hazard would befall
a member of the team who was off somewhere setting up a weather station or
exploring a cave. The symptoms consisted of bits of colored play-dough placed
at very inconveniencing places. The outlook was grim for the sufferer. However,
these diseases were always cured, of course, by Dr. DoLittle.
Here is the extent of my
mmm, colorforms, et. al. collection: 1 mmm figure stamped 1966 with black
belows and intact helmet in near mint condition, half a dozen colorforms aliens
almost mint, Commander Comet with Wings!, a whole bunch a die cast cars from
the Captain Scarlet Show, as well as some Thunderbirds rockets, 3 Hot Birds
in decent shape, two mint comics from "The Invaders" that I bought at a Creations
Convention, a whole bunch of old comics including one of my favorites, "Adam
Strange"; most others are old DC, I never really liked Marvel. Also, what
is left of Dr. DoLittle has made it through serial time. However, he appears
to have expired suddenly and to have been rather hastily buried.
What is the half-life of
Thomas is a member of the Major Matt Mason e-mail group and
regularly contributes to discussions about toys. He may be e-mailed here.
Find out about joining either of the Major Matt Mason e-mail groups here.
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