Seriously, I'd like to know...

Do the TV News people get bored in LA?

Starting Thursday of last week every station of the six that I get began reported on the white squall that was supposed to hit Los Angeles Sunday night. Circle your calendars in red ink. Fire stations started stock-piling sand bags, shelters started booting out the homeless that had been there the longest, Jesse Jackson led the entire population in a non-denominational-unitarian-politicaly-correct prayer. The figuritive "shit" was about to hit the metaphorical "fan". The tv stations came on every ten minutes with "breaking news" of the storm that would surely end our lives. Everywhere around Los Angeles it was raining, snowing, thunder and lightning were stealing lunch money from little children, giant frogs were falling from the skies and we were certainly next--the storm would be here any minutes.

Friday: no rain
Saturday: dry as a bone
Sunday (the day the invasion was to begin): NOTHING

So, you would think that the news reporters by now would have realized looking at the green highlighter they kept showing us that the storm was mostly north and wsn't actually going to be that bad. Well you'd be wrong.
"We think the storm will hit sometime Monday night. But man, it'll be, you know, bad."
"But you said it'll be here tonight."
"No we said Monday"
"well can you tell us when Monday night?"
"Monday night."
"yes b-
"MONDAY NIGHT!"

So 8am, Monday morning I'm driving to class because I am late and lazy, and as I swore at the light to change faster--the pitter patter of little rain drops start stinging my winsheild. 8am. So evidently, for the past twenty years when I thought AM meant morning, I was wrong. To be fair, most of the rain came during the evening and the streets did in fact get pretty wet. However this is where the events of Monday night and the TV report seperated. Instead of the pending apocolypse, we got some rain. Some. Rain. And frankly I was dissapointed. I was expecting canoes down Hollywood Blvd. Instead I got the relaxing sound of rain falling on windows. I wanted revelations not aromatherapy!
This morning I woke up and roled out of bed and looked up at the sky and my sleepy eyes were shocked open. IT WAS SUNNY AND BEAUTIFUL! WHAT THE HELL!? We spend four days on StormWatch'06, it rains for one night and then the morning after it's like it never happened? I tell you I feel cheated. Granted the clouds left over made the day look amazing, and the sunset this evening was a circus of pinks and purples cast across a sea of rolling clouds and it looked stunning. Nonetheless, the TV news programs owe me a thunderstorm. And I don't mean any sissy little april shower like last night. I want snow with lightning behind it. Maybe if they stopped trying one-up each other with the next big hit of sensationalism to feed the mass addiction with storm watches and high-speed-pursuits, we'd actually get some real news. And maybe then I wouldn't be jonesing for a nickle-bag of rainstorm.