commentary on the world around us, with an effort to keep paranoia at the lowest healthy level
I almost lost it this morning, watching a young hot weatherdude–to my eyes and ears totally gay–get extremely emotional describing the devastation along the Alabama coast. In the midst of all the meteorology/testosterone acts out in the elements, it was a very touching bit of humanity.
Of course, the patronizing, “Chad, Chad” of the news anchor didn’t really help him out any, did it. I feel sorry for those poor guys and gals who “do the weather” the only time anyone listens to them is a tragic natural disaster. That’s gotta mess with your self-esteem. But they did choose to spend their lives in front of a green screen.
