I can't see the building next door.

This morning, the public radio announcer described the weather in Corpus Christi as "fairly nice."

Nota Bene: The weather here in CC is neither fair, nor nice, nor even a little of either. It is, to be brief, grey. Neither warm, nor cool, just damp. Foggy, I suppose, but with none of the billowy-ness that gives certain London days an air of intrigue, and even made the fog in Fresno a bit exciting. No, just a lingering greyness.

Well, that's not all that lingers. There also hangs that special Corpus miasma, the sewage smell. I'm informed that the smell comes not from sewage, but from the rotting of a particular kind of seagrass that forms a rare and important aquatic ecosystem. Fine, I like rare acquatic ecosystems as much as the next gal, but that doesn't make it smell any better. It does not, I posit, contribute to making the day "fairly nice."

I read an article in Scientific American in which a scientist confessed that when he thought he'd been emailing a Russian girlfriend/penpal, in fact, his epistilary romance was with an internet chatterbot program. (Interesting article, which you can read here.) He was tipped off when his so-called girlfriend described taking a walk with a friend. The author realized that it was February and -12 Fahrenheit in her part of Russia.

You can see where I'm going with this. I admit, I was fooled for a while. But today's misstep--the description as "fairly nice" can only have been generated by a non-human--has clarified that there are no real people behind KEDT. And I must say, that makes me feel a little better about hating Walter Furley.