I've figured out part of the problem that the Weather Charletans have in figuring out what's going to happen, weather-wise. They don't look at their own radar screens.
When I woke up this morning and turned on the news, they were predicting that the big blizzard that has been hitting the Mid-Atlantic region wouldn't start here in Philly until late afternoon today. They were saying it would be a big storm, maybe eight inches or so in town. OK, fine. Then they show the "Doppler 10,000 Radar" that is exhibiting a GIANT BLOG O' WHITE just outside the city.
[Yo! Y'all want to try that again?]
Sure enough, ten minutes later it started to snow, and the Weather Charletan announced that they had revised the start time and accumulation forecast. Shocking.
So now it has been snowing for four hours, and is supposed to just dump on us until tomorrow night. They're suggesting up to twenty inches of snow. Ouch. Glad I made it to the supermarket yesterday.
Seems like a good day to curl up with something to read. Bill Whittle has written another wonderful essay, this time about flying, the Space Shuttle, and the motivations of aviators. It's long, but well worth the trip. Go read it, we'll wait. (Via InstaPundit)
One of the parts that I really liked about Bill's essay was his description of a shuttle launch, both from the perspective of the astronauts and of those watching from the ground. In February 1997, I was fortunate enough to be invited to see a shuttle launch at Kennedy Space Center. It was a Discovery mission to repair the Hubble Telescope - in order to meet up with the orbiting telescope, it was an early morning (3:55 a.m.) launch from Pad 39A.
We arrived the day before and took a tour of the facilities. We even got to go out to the pad and see the Discovery about twelve hours before the launch (we got the VIP treatment since Rick Hauck was traveling with us). That's Vivian, Maura and me looking rather chilled.