Tex and Florette told me that the meteorologist Tom Churchill from the radio was a computer. I listened for weeks and weeks, trying to decide. Just a few days ago, though, I heard it. He said, "The high is clickseventy-five degrees." And the seventy-five bit was higher pitched than the rest.
Tex! Florette! You two are geniuses. I salute you and your cleverness and fine skills of observation. My darlings, you must always stay nearby.
Even if I move.
on the road again
BrilliantEditor is off to pick up SirDougg. Off to Ottawa, you see, to find the silly British man (who Sprocket calls "The British Bulldog") and bring him home to our fur- and fun-filled home. I must clean. It makes me sneeze. I am so delicate.
SirDougg owes me big time. At least a box of Kleenex. And maybe a pitying look. And many many many presents.
Or maybe he could just say something British-y in his false Birmingham accent.
Or maybe I could stop writing stuff and continue making it look like people, rather than gremlins, live here.
sniff sniff achoo
Posted by dotty at July 24, 2004 08:51 AMI am surprised that you did not pick up on that before. Tom Churchill...his initials are T.C....which could only mean THE COMPUTER. I am your Uncle Computer Brain and he is my nephew. You could have asked me before.
Other comment. We have the weather radio in the Subaru. With the meteorologist that is clearly a computer, must be Tom's little brother. It is kind of scary when he tells you "If you leave the safety of your home, you are risking your life."
Posted by: BellyRub at July 26, 2004 12:31 PM