A weatherhuman and its readers have nothing without trust, so I’ll be up front with you. The words you read in yesterday’s weather were not mine-somebody fucked up and my words were lost. Who fucked up? Why point fingers? Besides, it was probably me. I was under heavy sedation at the time.
But hopefully the more faithful weather readers (you sick bastards) noticed something was amiss when yesterday’s column had stuff about computers and motherboards. The only time the ‘human uses a computer are on those late, lonely nights when I lock the door, pour some wine and log on to weatherunleashed.com. And the only thing the ‘human knows about fixing computers is that when you get drunk and pee on them, you can’t.
Friday’s forecast: A lot of people not caring what yesterday’s weather was supposed to say.