I think I'm a blog failure. I only update once a month, and usually there are no pictures in which to ogle at. Yes, that definitely identifies me as a failure as a blogger. I hate blog failures. Why even keep a blog if you aren't going to update it with all the many exciting events in your life that make your life seem way more action-packed than most everyone else you know (that is the point of a blog, btw)? So I'm a hypocrite. I've been called worse. Seriously. Probably by you, the person reading this.
I think this month's blog topic is going to call attention to an issue much in need of such attention. The weather. Not the weather itself, but the weather being broadcasted 6 billion times a day on the news.
First off, I love the news. More specifically, I love the Fox evening News. Probably because I love Hope and Bob, and even Sandy who is looking a little more like a drug-addict than a news reporter. I accept Arrika, even though her name is spelled ridiculously and I have a hard time respecting someone who didn't take the initiative to legally change the spelling of such a horribly derailed attempt of an 'original name.' It's disgusting, really. But I digress.
I digress because I'm missing a key player in the Fox evening news. Brett Benson. The meteorologist. I like Brett. I like that he can laugh at himself and he takes the teasing of the anchors in stride. I like that he played 'college ball' and that I can use phrases like 'college ball.' I like the way he looks, the way he talks, and I like the way he does his hair. He seems like a good guy. The problem I have is not with him as a person, but what he does. And same goes for Jodi, Kevin, and the other local meteorologists for news stations.
See, I cannot stand, I repeat, cannot stand the amount of weather they shove down our throats during the evening news. And aside from it being repetitive, it's minutes upon minutes of satellite radar blurps of wind speeds and forecasts on pressure and humidity. No one cares, no one understands it, and no one wants to spend half their night praying Hope or Bob signs Brett out with, "Thanks Brett. That sounds like a bunch of crap I couldn't care less about. Next time, start and end with the seven day forecast and leave it at that. Let's not get fancy with something no one but God himself can predict." That would be refreshing.
So while I'm trying to find out how to avoid bed bugs aside from never going out in public again, I'm being informed through swishes of color and cycling clouds of mist just what the dewpoint is going to be for that night. Its outrageous! I feel like calling the station and giving them a piece of my mind. And after spending an entire day with a one year old who ultimately has decided to embark on a permanent fast, I have a lot of mind to give (literally, the boy maybe eats 300 calories a day. I'm dumbfounded how he's lasted this long). I just want to watch the news without the endless updates of highs and lows and just keep it to a simple, "Tomorrow is going to be cold. The next day not so cold. See you tomorrow."
9 comments:
First, I appreciate your blog, with or without pictures.
Second, if you love Bob you would be jealous to know that Bob's son Mark was my 8th grade boyfriend. I've met Bob in person. Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal :)
Third, I agree about the weather, all I want is the 7-day forecast, give it too me and move on. For those that want more check weather.com it can update you by the minute.
Great post Court!
I miss you and you crack me up! As for Rip's eating, Hannah was the same way and look how well she turned out! Come back to San Diego!
I hardly ever watch the news anymore, but I watched last night, and funny enough I was thinking the same thing about the drug addict look that you're talking about! And I agree about the weather. We did learn about all the mumbo jumbo that they talk about in 9th grade and it was pretty interesting, but I'd still rather just hear the 7 day forecast.
I can't stand to watch Sandy. She kind of scares me. All I have to say is lay off of the eye liner!
And I agree with the weather. Give me the forecast, that's all I want. Then there's Jeremy, who understands (or thinks he does) what high pressure and the jet stream is. Whatever. Just tell me if I need my earmuffs or not! (No, I don't really wear earmuffs.)
If you want to know who encourages this kind of weather reporting----it is your father. He faithfully checks the weather (and the water levels) at least twice a day and if he is home more than that!!!! He would be devastated by this blog but I loved it and couldn't agree with you more! I don't know the possible drug addict lady though. I love you MOM
We like Fox news over here too. But just O'Reilly. Also we watch Jon Stewart, who totally makes fun of Fox news. Anyway...
This post made me laugh out loud (SO funny and true!), but I will say the news people cater to the fogies who, like dad (who is NOT a fogie of course), seem to be interested in all the details of the weather. Ryan's mom, every time we speak on the phone, starts with "what's the weather like there right now?" And, "oh, we're having a real cold front over here" etc etc. Blah. :)
You are old. Old people watch the news. I watch tv on hulu. That's what young people do.
I have only called you a word that starts with a "b." I also call you that word every time I have to read your pictureless blog. I see Rip quite often but would like to stare at pictures of him.
Please no more posts until I can stare at pictures.
Rip Ghandi aye? Protein shakes in a bottle may do the trick - or not! If you figure something out let me know. Tasha doesn't have that problem, but chances are I'll have a child under my charge with the same fortitude as Rip.
And Alex can be your translator for all the weather do-dads and stats. I took meteorology but don't remember much.. if anything. He, on the other hand, pulls it up daily and studies the air currents, radar, and the lot. Works out nicely for me, but I have no desire to watch it on the news either. That's what the internet is for.
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