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Melt The Ice Away!

Posted by Mick on December 30, 2009 – 3:37 pm

Melt the ice away
That’s what they say
Say it, say it, say it’s safe

Yeah, you can do what you want
You can be what you want
It’s a bad bad world
Yes, you know they can hurt
I’m the same as you, I need loving too.

That’s the song of the day, my friends.  A classic from Budgie, a little known Welsh band that was actually one of the first “heavy metal” bands. If you want to look it up, the song is “Melt The Ice Away”, originally on the album Impeckable.  Clever album title, yes?  You should see some of the other ones.

How did this become the song of the day?  I guess I can share that.  My friend Andy Love (who has a Ph.D., by the way, so that makes him Dr. Love – kickass!) lives in West Texas, and this morning his Facebook status was an update on the weather out there – “And now the snow melts away…“  In my twisted brain, everything is only a small jump from a song lyric, and there you have it.  It’s been stuck in my brain all day.  Sadly, it also made me realize I have no Budgie on my iPod.  That must be remedied, soonest.

On further reflection, “Melt The Ice Away” seemed quite appropriate for a mention, since part of this whole journey I’m on relates to opening up and sharing big huge chunks of myself with a literally uncountable number of people.  I’m an introvert by nature, so sharing doesn’t come easy for me, and as many of the people who have shared my life over the years can attest, I can keep my feelings bottled up pretty damn tight.  Insecurity is a hard nut to crack, especially when you’ve been burned a few times.  It is indeed a bad, bad world . . . but hey, you can be what you want, right?  Just melt the ice away.

Lyrics have always ruled my life.  And yet it took me this long to realize I should make my living with my words.  It takes me awhile to catch on sometimes.

And then what happened?

WilfordI was eating lunch today at a local Vietnamese restaurant with my lovely wife, Tara (known as @mztomlinson if you’re on the twitter), when in walked a man who was the spitting image of Wilford Brimley.  I exaggerate slightly, but he bore more than a passing resemblance.  He walked over and grabbed a seat at a table occupied by a lovely woman and a guy who looked like Al “The Weatherman” Roker.  Or at least like Al Roker USED to look.

Why do I tell you this?  Because I spent the next 30 minutes fighting the urge to go gonzo on these two poor gentlemen.  This is the scene that played out in my head:

Me: Excuse me for interrupting, but I just had to come over and say how much I’ve enjoyed your work over the years.

WBD (Wilford Brimley Dude):  Pardon?

Me: Cocoon.  Remo Williams.  The Thing!  Oatmeal!!!  You’re like a force of nature.

WBD: I think you have me confused with someone else.

Me: Are you trying to tell me you’re not Wilford Brimley?

WBD: No sir, I’m not.

Me: Good, because there’s no way I could be mistaken.  You’re my hero, sir.  Can I get a picture?

WBD: No no no, I mean I’m NOT Wilford Brimley.

Me: Oh, really.  So I’m supposed to believe that you aren’t Wilford Brimley, when clearly you are?

WBD: I’m really not.  I’m sorry you were mistaken, but

Me: Fine.  You know, I was really excited to meet you, but if you want to be an asshole about it, then you can kiss my ass.  “oooh, I’ve been in a movie directed by Opie Taylor, I’m too important to talk to the dirty people who haven’t seen Kurt Russel naked” . . .

ARD (Al Roker Dude):  Seriously man, he’s not Wilford . . .

Me: Just shut the fuck up, Roker!  If I need a weather report from a fat man, I’ll pull your string.  Until then, you better keep your mouth full of egg rolls if you know what’s good for you. I’ll bring a tropical depression down on your dome.  And as for you, Brimley, it’s di-uh-beet-eez, NOT di-ah-beet-us, you mushmouthed old has-been!  Hume Cronyn was twice the man you’ll ever be!!!

From there it just gets kinda weird.  Let me stress, I did not approach them, I did not take their picture, and I did not ask the waitress what they were eating.

Also, I know Al Roker is no longer fat.

However, that is what was going through my head as I ate my Bun Cha Gio Thit Nuong.  Which, by the way, is delicious and unpronounceable by me.

And what did YOU do today?

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