Predictions of delirium, with a slight chance of pestilence in the afternoon.So much for the weatherman. That's the last time I'll be wearing my hail proof rain jacket outdoors for a while...
I'm not sure how people who are paid to predict the weather actually do their jobs without copping a lot of flak from their family and friends. Either way you see it, you can't really win. You wouldn't really win any prizes for getting it right, since it is your job and anyone with eyes or any functioning sense of touch or smell could be able to predict what the weather might be tomorrow and have a half decent chance of getting it right. Or if you get it wrong, you would most likely be derided for not being able to do your job even with all that fancy equipment and lab coats that make you seem to know a lot more than you actually do. I should try doing my job wearing a lab coat, and see if my estimating becomes any more accurate. At the very least people would take me more seriously...
But then again, it's not like you need to be a certified genius to tell the weather. As soon as the lovely Livinia Nixon shows me her degree in meteorology, I'd be more than happy to let her tell me who had the $20 on the celebrity wall. Mike Larkan would normally beg to differ, but he's too busy being shot out of a cannon while trying to deliver the 7 day forecast. And that guy on Channel 7 is just too plain boring to even justify rendering an insult. I'd rather go after that Sandy Roberts, who I can't take seriously anymore ever since he delivered the immortal lines, "Who is the league's sexiest player?" in a viewer opinion poll. That one never gets old.
There are no winners when it comes to telling the weather, it's merely a case of who predicts the least ridiculous sounding 48 day forecast (killer blizzards from dusk til dawn, better turn that heater up!). May the best man win.
U know ur runnin out of material when the topic turns to the weather.
"wat do u think bout the weather?"