You know, no one tells you how dangerous being the Weatherhuman can be. I mean, you’re constantly hounded by people screaming, “Who are you?” “Tell me now!” They trample all over your heart just to get the answer. But really, none of them care. All they want is to figure out my identity and then toss me aside like a piece of garbage. Well, you know what? We anonymous folk have feelings too, OK?
Alright, alright, maybe I don’t have feelings, per se, but I really had you going there for a second, didn’t I?
Tomorrow’s Forecast: If you have legitimate questions about my mysterious and amazing profession, e-mail me at email@example.com. Who knows, maybe I’ll care enough to respond. Or not.