I feel like I'm a couple of strong posts away from making the jump to Danish Journalists and Public Figures 🤞

Awesome. Terrific. We love it.

Nessun dorma is a banger though.

Me yelling diagnoses at Noah Wyle like they’re Jeopardy answers.

Ian McKellen performs “The Strangers’ Case” speech from “Sir Thomas More” on Colbert.

Everyone on the Grammys red carpet is dressed like a Pokémon trainer.

Man, you turn 40 and all of a sudden that LL Bean catalogue starts looking more appealing.

The snowiest day in Toronto history. 56cm downtown, 46cm at YYZ.

We’re rapidly scaling the upper limits of “memorable” and quickly headed for “historic” territory here in Toronto.

The band of lake enhancement has settled over Toronto as easterly steering flow has strengthened this morning. Time to hunker down.

Getting the band back together.

We may be missing out on the deeper moisture and dynamic fireworks that the Mid-Atlantic is getting, but it looks like the east wind off of Lake Ontario is going to aim the dendrite factory right at Toronto on Sunday.

Do you see a duck or a rabbit?

Quite a distinct northward trend over the last day in the ECMWF Ensembles.

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Aspirational.

Everyone knows you can’t use the Master Sword in that fight.

I’m still younger than Joe Flacco.

I could really crush a bowl of peaches right now.

If there’s a * of the Year podcast in your feed and you haven’t listened to it yet, you have my blessing to go ahead and hit that delete button. Go forth and be free.

I can’t believe I have to watch a football game about mayonnaise.

I don’t believe in astrology at all, but if you tell me what date you take down your Christmas decorations I’m confident that I can accurately describe every other detail of your personality.

My children have been taken by a Cookie Madness.

Goodbye, candy thermometer. Sleep well, immersion circulator. I’ll miss you most of all, giant roasting pan.

Hey, did you guys notice the days have started getting longer? We should celebrate that with some kind of holiday or festival.

Bear down ye merry gentlemen

As Archimedes said: give me a .csv and I shall move the world.

We’re currently living through Peak Grinch.

I hope one day somebody writes a cool song about how evil I am.

Siri is terrible at Toronto street names, but decent at generating settings for a TTRPG.

It’s hard to find media for kids that doesn’t make you as a parent want to forsake the shore and take up a life at sea. So here‘s a very good holiday album:

Regarding the current mood in Oxford.

The Americans are all at Grandma’s house. Post the Hip.

I’m like what if Captain Janeway was also Bandit Heeler.

My wife and I both bought clementines on the way home from work, and so now our only option is to swim around in them like Scrooge McDuck.

The Tenet score needed a little John Barry.

Now we’re playing a video game.

These have been responsible for the deaths of millions of colored pencils over the last quarter-century.

Word on the street at my kid’s kindergarten is that because it snowed, tomorrow is Christmas. So good luck with your last minute shopping everyone.

An early November snow day in Toronto.

Well, I guess it’s finally time to figure out what Fëanor’s whole deal is.

A House of Dynamite is Love Actually if it was about a nuclear first strike.

I don’t watch cable news very often, and I’m learning about a lot of exciting new medications that may be right for me.

The season for falling leaves and falling pressure.

Four and a half billion years ago a nebula of rocks, gas, and dust condensed down into a primordial planetary system, retaining its angular momentum and ultimately setting the period for the Earth’s rotation and the day/night cycle. But sure, do whatever you want with the clocks.

Shoutouts to everyone having a little mini Twix with their coffee this morning.

Trick or treat, jerk

A lot of being a meteorologist is about staring at a cloud edge and willing it to move.

Dodgers organist, I’ll miss you most of all.