Categorical Aperitif

It's that time of year, when Floridians and other southdwellers periodically get served big heaping helpings of a colorful dish that I have come to call Tropical Pasta:

To make Tropical Pasta, just go to Weather Underground's Tropical Weather page, look for storm advisories (don't worry—in a couple of months, you'll probably have several to choose from at once), and click on "Computer Models." Then, savor the twirly, twisty polychromatic delights cooked up by the various forecasting programs. Sometimes they agree; sometimes they disagree; always, they're pretty.

They should be TV pundits. BAM could be the blustery Hannityesque host, GFS (AVN) his ineffectual, overly conciliatory liberal foil. ("Oh. A made-for-TV liberal.") NOGAPS could be the raving right-winger who legitimizes insanity; GFDL could be the respected newspaper columnist who keeps getting invited to pontificate on camera despite a track record of being wrong on damn near everything. UKMET could be the token voice of reason. We could replace CNN, Fox, MSNBC, etc. with The Weather Channel. We'd probably all be better off.