You got that right, Master of the Obvious. Such a pity that he'll have to start working for a living.
In fact, my advice to any good looking young woman who wants to get on TV is to change her name to Alberta Clipper and apply to be a TV meteorologist. With a name like that, her hire will be a sure thing, especially in the Northeast or upper Midwest, where you actually get a lot of Alberta Clippers - she'll be an overnight sensation!
Forget about the meteorologist degree. You don't need to actually know meteorology to play one on TV. Let the old guy in this article get a job at Accuweather or the Weather Bureau where he can sit in a backroom and play around with his GFS model printouts to his heart's content. Meanwhile, some hot babe named Alberta can elevate our pressure and give us our dew point/wet bulb readings on the television.
So do I.
If he’s any good at his job, he needs to move into Tornado Alley. Here we don’t consider them eye candy; they’re part of knowing when it’s time to seek shelter and when it’s just time to enjoy nature’s show. A good weather guy is worth his weight in gold ten times over.
Don't send me nobody with glasses Don't want no one above me Don't send nobody takin' night-classes Send me somebody to love me (Randyt Newman - Lover's Prayer)
If I were king, weathermen would be illegal.
