Why should the rest of us have to worry about your problem?cantygal wrote:Growing up after hearing droaning forecasts with little soul and energy almost drew me to drink.
Again, why should your ditzo schoolgirl-like attention-span and desperate need for excitement in all things impact the lives and needs of grownups?Yes there was accuracy but warnings took months to be deliveredplus our presentations were laughable on TV and radio I believe.On more than one occasion I fell asleep either listening or watching a report!
So, hysterical gibbering megahype sound bytes delivered by drugged-up epileptic monkey creatures on an electrified hotplate is preferable to intelligent delivery of facts? Therein lies the problem...I enjoy the new social network aspect and communication is far quicker.
No kidding! Such as all of it.There are areas to improve upon...
...ut this Nana says keep it up and change with the times.
If "change with the times" means replace something useful with something that definitely isn't as in this case, then I really don't know how to respond.
Life isn't an exact science and never will be.
Every bone fide scientist on the planet begs to differ. At the very least, meteorology is an exact science. Your lack of understanding of that science doesn't make it any less so.
Accuracy is great but life doesn't have a blueprint which makes it far more interesting.
And there it is: The reason bookshops have no room for, say, Sky & Telescope, or Nature, or anything else worth reading... Because they are stuffed full to the rafters with several trillion women's gossip rag titles.
NZ: Where the public presentation of meteorological science has been reduced to the sewer-level of airhead bimbo celeb trivia gossip obsession.
But hey, it's so exciting now! No more dull facts. Active weather systems have become "beasts" and "monsters." All we need now is for these presenter-clowns to start making live sacrifices to the storm gods and civilisation will have peaked.
Now excuse me, I have to go breathlessly read about Kanye and Kim in New Idea and Women's Day and Women's Weekly and Cosmo and Cleo, and then call me friend who lives one street away and excitedly blabber about it all for six hours. Oh no, wait... That's behind the times... I'll Facebook and Twitter about it instead.
Giggle giggle.
