The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Yelling at Al Roker
by Regis Boff
By far the most stimulating part of every hurricane season is the continuous and frenzied efforts by NBC and The Weather Channel to land Al Roker within the photo-opt of hurricanes.
He is picked up and moved like a tubby black chess piece to be shown buffeted by sidelong flying rain and wind.
At 7:30 this evening I heard someone accidentally on the air in the rain yelling at him to “rent a car and move a little to the left.”