Baldo by Hector D. Cantú and Carlos Castellanos for October 26, 2009

No school like the old school …

rayannina, amen.

Are those the pyramids of ancient Egypt?

;^)

Yep, the window will give you an accurate view for 24 hours.

Mayan. Es de México.

50% chance it’s gonna be partly cool today .

so true tia.

my brother in law had a video link to the church a block from his house so he could see if it was raining out.

*Doctor StrangeToon said, about 4 hours ago

Not only does the window give an accurate reading on current weather conditions , your best guess is as good as the weathermans’ prediction.*

That’s for sure. It’s almost fun watching the predictions change from day to day.

Unpredictable weather! Never know what it will look like.

I get peeved if I can’t get a real-time radar of a local thunderstorm. How am I supposed to know if a tornado is headed my way?

Dr. Strange-toon.

I’d give it a shot, but I got carpet tunnel and I’d never last.

When I was a lad, we didn’t have a weather channel, but sometimes when we turned on the TV the screen was covered with a form of static we called “snow,” but if it was actually snowing outside at the time it was purely coincidence. That was when my distrust of televised weather information began.

Then when I returned from the War Between the States in 1865, I got peeved by a local weather forecaster who predicted that rain was coming because her feet hurt. The camera panned down to her feet, and they were enormous! They never said whether the size of her feet meant that they were especially sensitive to coming rains, or that the rain was going to be especially heavy because her feet were so big. In 1865 television hadn’t been invented, but we put the wire antennas called “rabbit ears” (in Spanish they call them “oídos del conejo”) on top of our caves for humorous purposes.

The station did nothing but show her gigantic feet and talk about the rain for 72 straight hours, but I was so mesmerized that I couldn’t change the station, causing me to miss the all-day coverage of the National Barbecue Cookoff Finals. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I think I went a little crazy that weekend…

By the time the broadcast ended, the rain had come and gone and the woman with the outsized feet reported that 770 inches of rain had fallen. I swam out to the rain gauge in my back yard, but it was dry as a bone! I had forgotten to take it out of the box.

I found out later that the woman with the repulsively prodigious feet had been broadcasting from the NORTH side of Tulsa, and my house was in the SOUTH side!

Since then I don’t trust anybody’s predictions of the weather, and I’m glad the federal government doesn’t fund anything like a “National Weather Service” because that would be useless.

and far more reliable