The woman on the radio described the weather this morning as "made of yuck" (exact words). Apparently, "made of yuck" means cloudy, slightly windy, cool (but not so cool that I didn't still have to take off my jacket as I was walking in to work this morning), and most importantly, no blinding glaring Day Star shooting its hateful rays into my eyes, either directly or via bankshots off of any and every reflective surface that I walk past. So yeah, if I had the ability to reach through the radio waves and punch her square in the jaw whenever she said retarded things like this (and when it comes to weather that is the slightest bit not-super-sunny, she says them), it would take careful consideration and restraint on my part to refrain from using that ability repeatedly, in rapid succession.