Don't need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows

File under : Great scams in american history

Meteorology is such a ridiculous con. If I consistently doled out bad advice and made incorrect predictions, you'd presumably stop listening to me, right? So why do I check the weather forecast every day? It's always wrong. And to be honest, Portland isn't the hardest city in the world in which to predict weather patterns. 80% chance of rain today. So I decided to work a full day. No big deal. But it's not raining. It's 75 and sunny with humidity around 30%. You know, perfect. Ack.

But it's a societal thing, right? If I checked the forecast right now, and they told me to carry an umbrella, I would do it (well, if I had an umbrella). Even though I can look outside and determine, with my own eyes, that it is not raining, nor is there a cloud in the sky. I'll never learn.

Actually, I do own an umbrella. It's hideous. The packaging promised Van Gogh's sunflowers, which I thought would be a nice change of pace. Once again, I was lied to.

It may be common knowledge, but I always find it a bit disturbing that "It's Raining Men" was in fact, written by Paul Shaffer (of David Lettermen fame). But, he was Artie Fufkin, so I can't stay mad at him.

Well, I might as well wash my car.