Chris Mei can make the ladies hot, the men cold, and the kids cheer with delight, all by uttering a few simple sentences.
It’s true, I swear.
As a “Weather Demi-god” for The Weather Network (their motto is, “Don’t Blame Us!”) Chris can influence whether ladies will experience a heat wave, men will have to shovel the driveway or kids can have that most blessed of events, the Snow Day. It’s a great deal of power, but as Chris – “MeiDay” to his friends, viewers and HR – always says, “With great power… comes plenty of opportunities to goof off.”
Yes, MeiDay is a smart guy after my own heart, folks, hence his virtual presence here today. But who is Chris Mei, really?
A six-year vet of the radio industry? (Rumor has it he made Howard Stern look like a Pope.)
Television’s shining star for four years until an ugly, violent feud with Don Knotts forced him to walk away with more than just physical scars? (Maybe. Remember the truth is a fragile thing on this blog.)
A public figure who believes in charity? (Why else would he “talk” to me on Twitter?)
Someone who actually believes his 5×5 interview won’t land him a seat in The Weather Network’s lovely Human Resources office.
Trained in comedy at the Second City Comedy Inprov Sschool in Toronto, Chris formed a
gang comedy troupe that terrorized toured retirement homes and gated communities for five years.
Fate – and a work release program – brought MeiDay to The Weather Network in 2006.
And televised prognostication has never been the same.
Chris is like a safe, sanitized version of the Joker, who will only kill you with kindness and a severe belly laugh. He is the quintessential nice guy who is genuinely grateful for everything he has in life. He is a joy to watch on TV (even when his forecasts are anything but sunny.) He is a good father. (No joke.) He’s got a set of chops on him. (See below.) He is here today so enjoy him to the fullest.
Well here’s the thing, Hook… I am a human being who lives in the same weather conditions as everyone else so in a way I am both messenger and receiver-of-message.
What I do is deliver the “message” is such a way that I am also the victim or the victor. I am both the viewer and the presenter. I have a conversation with whomever is watching and listening…. my character is technically not “broadcasting” at all.
TWO) If you could be any superhero sidekick (in my opinion, they’re the best) who would you choose?
I’d want to be Daredevil’s sidekick. Because he is visually impaired I can be a real asset…. and one HELL of a wingman!
“Where’s MeiDay when I really need him?”
THREE) Sausage Party has made talking food cool; if you could be any anthropomorphic soda what would BRAND you be and what would you say?
FOUR) What it means to be a man is the subject of great debate these days. In your opinion, Chris, what’s the greatest challenge facing our gender in this day and age?
Greatest challenge facing men these days are all the d-bag men out there doing despicable things to women and children all over the world!
Any man coward enough to abuse a woman or a child or an animal or anything vulnerable is so pathetic and wrong and they are the few that paint all men in a bad way. And it makes it so that any man who actually is sensitive or caring gets cast as weak of feeble.
FIVE) It’s not always apparent when you’re onscreen, but you’ve got the heart of a jester, Chris; regale us with the tale of your greatest joke/prank ever.
I am not to be trusted; THAT is for sure. As far as practical jokes go; I used to hide Kevin Yarde’s suit jacket from him so when he’d be ready to do his morning hits before getting on the road, he’d be scrambling to find his jacket to stay on time.
BUT Kevin used to take anything of mine I’d left hanging around and just randomly drop it on the floor in the halls.
THAT was back a while ago but I still laugh at those days.
All right, kids, a little MeiDay goes a long way so this is where we part ways. I hope you’ve enjoyed this brief glimpse into the mind of The Weather Network’s resident cut-up. Have a great day, everyone.
See you around, friends…