Due to imaginative and budgetary constraints, today’s weather comes to us from the past.

If a guy stands on the ledge of an eight-story building, preaching and ranting in bursts of intelligence, social commentary and insanity, and then jumps to an ugly death while screaming “MADONNA,” is he a performance artist? How ’bout if he’s naked?
You can say what you will about Mike Doyle, but A) the guy moved my furniture for free once without knowing who I was, and B) it’s going to be warmer and more sunny tomorrow.

Wednesday’s forecast: The ‘human regains its wit, sparing you more decade-old weather.