For those of you new to the Weatherbox, here’s a little autobiography I cooked up for you guys:

There once was a Weatherhuman at UCSB
Who had the most kick-ass skill to foresee
A million cool things
That this fucked up world brings
Where insults and jabs are guaranteed!

Tomorrow’s Forecast: The Weatherhuman discovers that a limerick, as defined by society, is a poem of “nonsense.” Now all hopes of leaving the Nexus to become a professional writer are dashed. Well, fuck.