seems like a weird gig: part time science nerd, part time quack-quack
TV personality and part time guy who stands in a hooded jacket on the
shoreline. I get that we're demanding society and we need
up-to-the-minute news and updates but I have never quite understood
the allure of watching some schmuck standing in 60mph winds in an
orange burka trying to tell you how bad it is. The connection always
sucks, the wind blows into the mic so you get this constant hissing
sound although the looks of feigned concern the anchors back at the
studio is usually fantastic. Nothing like Katie Tong or Ernie
Anastos trying to pretend to give a crap about some 28 year old whose
name they forget as soon as they say it getting his socks wet because
he decided he wanted to be filmed literally standing in the ocean
before they cut to Sal with the Islander score
But the real beauty of it is that in almost all circumstances as said
weatherman (or lady) talks about the winds and rain with hair slapping
them in their face, rain pelting them in the eye while spitting all
over the camera there will inevitably be some dude walking his Irish
Setter in shorts and crocs cutting behind him in his long-shot proving
that more often than not these things are no better than the Hollywood
production of the moon-landing
How long before we get interactive TV that allows the viewer to get
soaked in their very own living room so they can feel like they are
right in the action
I for one can be plenty convinced that the storm is wet just by
getting an overhead shot or maybe by dunking Sam Champion in the pond.
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