Where is Pancakes House?

The brainless and banal postings of an as-yet-to-be writer; particularly of short fiction and screen.

Why I hate weather people.

For the past three days you have said it was going to rain and/or thunder storm here in NYC.  Therefore, based upon your professional assessment, or as I’m coming to see it, opinion, I’ve foregone riding my bike to work and paid to ride the subway.

In those three days, there’s been scare the precipitation.

Now, I’ve always maintained a mild disdain toward baseball being that it’s the only sport that prides its players that can perform at 50% accuracy, calling them star athletes, but you even trump that, Meteorologist man.  I score you 20%, and that’s me at my most generous.

Meteorologist.  The only job you can suck at and keep as long as you have a decent haircut and suit.