Weather

The Village People

Welcome back, everyone. I would especially like to take this opportunity to welcome all of this year's freshmen to Manzanita Village.
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Please, Allow Me to Introduce Myself

I am the Weatherhuman - a faceless, genderless entity whose job it is to defend the populace, or at least make them laugh until it doesn't hurt anymore.
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Working-class Zero

Before deciding what to do with my vacation, I asked the editor in chief how much I would be paid for this summer issue of the Nexus.
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It’s dead week folks. The showdown.

UCSB is full of do-gooders. People who are trying to end disease, violence and oppression, people who want to save the world. I salute you for your efforts.
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Attack of the Carnivorous Weathercouch

The weathercouch eats things. It's had several previous owners and when we got it, it came with a Gameboy, $1.75, and a remote for someone else's television.
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You Know Who You Are

All of your term papers are due this week
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So Cool, They’re Hot

Forget your sociology classes. Pop Tarts will lead us to a more egalitarian society.
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Thus Spoke the Weatherhuman

Once again, the old Weatherhuman is graduating to join the great pantheon of weatherbeings in the sky, and the torch is being passed to me.
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MSN Porno

Oh, the perils of checking on'es mail. Either due to inattention or clumsy typing, I accidentally tapped myself in a downward spiral of porn.
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Weathercave II: Attack of the Drones

I spent the day battling vermin.
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It’s Coming

Coming to remind your hard-working, 20 page essay-writing, blue book and scantron buying booty that you've done this to yourself.
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The Rise of the Black Halter Tops

I am concerned about the rise of fascism in Isla Vista. Squads of young women parade in their Mussolini-esque uniforms of black hotpants and stormtrooper hooker boots. While I do believe that everyone...
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Weather: Exposing My Athletic Prowess

I spent the afternoon playing with my balls.Balls of all the primary colors your television-diminished imagination can handle. Bocci ball is a game of precise skill. Competitors huck large wooden ball...
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Anger Lead to the Dark Side

Some children have the erie ability to scream as if their skin is being slowly ripped off of their face.
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The Stinky Underarm of Campus

Warm weather has descended upon an unsuspecting Santa Barbara. Nowhere is this more apparent than the poorly ventilated corridors of Davidson library.
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