I'm of the opinion that weather forecasters are insane and/or drunk. They can spew perfect gibberish and still be highly paid. My favorite weather forecaster was Albert the Alley Cat on Channel 6, especially when he was teamed up for a season with Mr. Tom Skilling. It was obvious that Mr. Skilling was uncomfortable working with a cat puppet. Sensing this, the cat's performer made it more and more difficult, and thus hilarious, for Mr. Skillet to interact with "Albert." The following year, Mr. Skillet was on Chicago WGN 9, predicting the weather minus the puppet. An era for potheads came to an end.
I received this rather strange email today:
8:23 PM (5 hours ago)