I checked the extended forecast today and, after nearly having a heart attack because it said "high of 96 and low of 67" I realized the weather was set to Georgia. I don't know why - I'm in the temperate Emerald City. So, I entered *my* zip code and I kid you not the forecast actually said "dreary." There were pictures of grey clouds, but no rain drops, and it didn't say "partly cloudy" or "partly sunny" or "showers," and being a Seattlite I know the difference, no, it says "dreary."
That's just wrong.
I think either a smug Californian or Edgar Allen Poe is writing the forecast. And they must stop.
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