I got that feeling in my rickety old bones that is telling me the snows are coming. Even the cat refuses to go out on his nightly prowl and that tells me that he is either sick or knows precipitation of some kind is on it's way. Of course nothing from the weatherman or weather channel is of any useful help. Weathermen never have known anything.
All those weather men want to be sportscasters. You can tell by the way they draw plays on the local area map. These goobers should have to keep an average in weather prediction of at least 80% or they get the boot. How hard can that be with all them modern predicting equipment they have at their disposal?
I do enjoy watching the jr assistant who is always sent out in the most inclement of weather to report live from the eye of the storm. Nothing gets funnier than that shit.
Can someone also come along and teach the 6:00 o'clock crew how to banter, to fill the dead time with a witty retort or two. That is how you know that the news crew has been together for a long time - they have that kind of comfort with each other.
On our local TV station they are losing their co-female anchor because her husband took a job as head of the mounties. She would be living only an hour long flight away from her husband so would it kill her to commute?
Sadly, she is selfish so this will not be the case. Someone was aware of her talents so she got snatched up by another station in Vancouver which means that our award winning news unit has to train some goober/gooberite to learn of the way we like our news at 5, 6 and 11.
I hope the replacement is a young, cute girl with amble cleavage(like our weather girl is). The station owes me at least that much.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.