Introduction

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Thursday, September 29, 2011

For Chelsea

My blogger pal Chelsea has responded to a diagnosis that knocks most of us back on our heels and turns us totally inward by mounting an inspiring one-woman awareness campaign in the midst of a hellish year. It took me several years to come out of my closet and share my journey with melanoma through silly old songs and cranky rants. But this young woman? Within weeks of her diagnosis she launched a widely followed blog with a message that is, without a doubt, reaching her peers. She recently called out a couple of her former college’s sororities for the supreme idiocy of requiring that members spend time each week in tanning beds; and I’d bet she’ll find a way to put a stop to it. I’m certain that Chelsea’s current campaign is only the beginning of a lot of accomplishments that lie in her future, and I sure hope to be around to watch what happens.

So for Chelsea, here’s a new version of Jimmy Buffett’s “Little Miss Magic”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x37PT-nUXGg


Constantly amazed by the wisdom she shows in her writing
The clever life lessons she gives us can't help but be inciting
She loves to lay into fools with her bloggin’
Says that tanning ages foolish skin
She is my bloggin’ friend

I learn a little more from her everyday
I catch a little more courage on my way
Your parents must be quite proud of the fighter they see
Bloggin’ Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes I read her dreamin' and wonder where that finer mind meanders
Is she strollin' along the Shore or cruisin' o'er her broad Virginia
I know this day she yearns to make up for lost times
This day she's gonna take off and fly
Oh that you can’t deny

I catch a little more courage that’s comin' my way
I see those new post lines just start to makin’ our day
Your parents must be quite proud of the woman they see
Bloggin’ Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

Yes she loves to lay into fools with her bloggin’
Says that UV ages foolish skin
She is my wise pale friend

Constantly amazed by the wisdom she shows in her writing
Those clever life lessons she gives us can't help but be inciting
I know this day she yearns to make up for lost times
This day she's gonna take off and fly
That you can’t deny

I learn a little more from her everyday
I catch a little more courage on my way
Your parents must be quite proud of the fighter they see
Bloggin’ Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Bloggin’ Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Bloggin’ Miss Magic, just can't wait to see

You’re reigning, you’re soaring
This old man gets boring



And now for you sorority tanning twits, here’s a new version of Queen’s “Another One Bites The Dust”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rY0WxgSXdEE&noredirect=1


Oh! Let's go!
She walks merrilly down the street
With her akin aged and aglow
Ain't no round like a round of blue heat
Tanning beds ready to go

Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the sunlamp the UVs zip
To the sound of the beat yeah

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust hey
Hey it’s gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think we’re going to get along
Without you when you're gone
You baked out the only skin that you had
And flamed out ‘fore you were grown

Are you happy are you satisfied?
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the sunlamp the UVs zip
To the sound of the beat look out

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust hey
Hey it’s gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

Hey
Oh take it - Bite the dust
Bite the dust hey
Hey Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust ow
Another one bites the dust he he
Another one bites the dust hay yay ya ya ya
Ooh tanna!

There are plenty of ways that you can fake a tan
And bring you to the brown
You can beat it
You can cheat it
You can make it mad and leave it
Put it down yeah
But it’s ready yes it’s ready for you
It’s planning on your self defeat
Out of the sunlamps the UVs zip
Repeating to the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust yeah
Hey it’s gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Tanna!

Yeah! Alright!

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