Monday, August 19, 2002

Good Songs

My Winamp playlist right now:

Erasure - Chains of Love
Aaliyah - Those Were The Days
India.Arie - Simple
John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland
musiq - dontchange
Clipse - Grindin'
Avril Lavigne - Sk8ter Boi
Ashanti - Happy
Erika - Relations
Sugarcult - Pretty Girl (The Way)
A-Ha - Take On Me
Alice In Chains - Got Me Wrong
Nas - Rule
Dave Matthews Band - Dancing Nancies
Radiohead - Lucky
Ludacris - Hoe-where
Weatherman

I've never understood why weathermen actually have jobs. They don't really seem to do anything useful, other than spew a bunch of garbage about hot and cold fronts. The thing is, I would love weathermen if they could actually tell me what tomorrow's weather would be, but the reality is that they can't. If you asked one to tell you if it would rain tomorrow, they would never give you a straight up "yes" or "no", am I wrong? Instead, they would tell you there is a "40% chance of showers" which honestly doesn't do me any good cause it's pretty much the same as saying "maybe it will rain and maybe it won't." Well, you could've asked me if it will rain and I could tell you the exact same thing. Man, all you gotta do is train a parrot to say "chance of rain" and you've got a weatherman right there.

It just makes me mad because out of the few times I've watched the weather report on TV, the forecast has been wrong almost as much as it has been right. So imagine if you had planned an outdoor activity at Great America or something like that, then you saw the weather report for 90% chance of rain so you canceled it. Wouldn't you be extra pissed if it ended up not raining, having changed all your plans because some chump told you it was gonna pour? It doesn't have to be just about rain, either. I remember once I heard it would be 80-90 degree weather, then I went to a Sox game or something in shorts and a T-Shirt and ended up shivering for three hours. That's just flat out poor, and the last time I'll ever trust one of those so called weather forecasts. I might as well have called up Miss Cleo and asked her for tomorrow's forecast, plus she could tell me if my girlfriend was seeing someone else or turning lesbian.

All this "40% chance of rain" or "highs in the 90's, lows in the 70's" spiel is just designed to be as vague as possible in order to hide the fact that they don't really know all that much about what's gonna happen. If it's summer, I could tell you that it will be somewhere between the 70's and 90's and you don't have to watch the news. And any schmoe who learned about cumulus clouds in 5th grade could probably predict whether it might rain just as well as Tom Frickin Skilling. How I don't have a big ol' billboard in downtown Chicago?

The worst part is that whether or not their predictions turn out to be right or wrong, there's really no consequences for these fools. Nobody is actually gonna go hunt down the weatherman and give him a beatdown for incorrectly predicting rain, so how can they be held accountable? So basically, I think the job of the weatherman is to look like a nice, harmless guy, who people will just watch and listen to without caring whether or not he knows anything. For real, the trick is that nobody can stay mad at a old bald guy like Tom Skilling. He's almost like Santa, or at least something like everyone's favorite uncle or grandpa. If he happens to make a good forecast, then we're all happy for him. If he's dead wrong, well, we can all forgive good old Tom, can't we? Plus, within a day, all is long forgotten. And I bet when he goes out to clubs, all he has to do is walk in and all the ladies would automatically flock to him because he's Tom Skilling, baby.

During my second year of college, my roommate (Anuj) always loved to check www.weather.com every day to see how the day would be. He would be like, "it's so convenient, you should try it," but to me, looking up the weather on the Internet bordered on being one of the queerest things to do. All I'd do was open the window (of my room, not my computer), stick my hand outside for a second or two, and that would be my weather.com right there. Worked just as well, if not better. I don't need a website to tell me if it's hot or cold, if it's raining or clear. Jigga please.

So seriously, why do these "meteorologists" have jobs when Engineers from U of I don't? The whole weather industry is one big sham, if you ask me, kind of like Hallmark. It basically exists to give certain people a chance to go on TV or radio or the Internet and pretend like they know something. And so that someone will actually buy Doppler radars or whatever crap machines it is they use to give us those oh-so-valuable incorrect forecasts. Can I just ask why there is an entire cable channel devoted to weather? I can't imagine anyone other than the most pitiful losers in this world who would actually watch this channel during the day for more than a couple minutes at a time. If you find yourself enjoying the shows they broadcast on The Weather Channel (TWC, as the hip ones call it), it's time to get some help. But you know, if I was good looking enough to be on TV, I'd probably go be a weatherman. I would just spend all day watching sports, and when it was my time to give a report, just make up something about the condensation coming off the lakefront meeting El Nino's grandson and generating dry and rainy weather throughout the day ranging from 0 to 100 degrees in temperature.

Ok, maybe I am being too hard on these weather people. I tend to get bitter about little stuff like this, but to be honest, I pretty much never pay attention to the weather forecasts now because it just doesn't do me any good. I guess if other people get their kicks from listening to someone else tell them what might or might not happen in the following week, then go ahead and don't let me stop you from doing so. Just think about what I'm saying here, cause I'm telling you, these weather people might seem like super smart characters but if it weren't for their fancy graphics and terminology, they wouldn't seem all that great. Overrated, I say.