The weather refuses my demands for a cheese sammich

My TV & Culture class got cancelled Monday evening, so not only did I get to go home early, but I didn't have to do my research topic proposal for another week. Woo-Hoo procrastination! I'm thinking maybe I should switch back to Quantitative methodology:

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In other news, it's still really freaking cold outside. I know this because I had the Weather Channel on all day yesterday as background noise while I graded papers. It's the first time I ever watched it for more than a few seconds, and I've found that the channel's programming consists of pretty much the same 11 minutes replayed over and over again.

While watching, I was reminded of a great SNL skit from back when the show was still funny. Sadly, YouTube still cows to the terrifying legal staff at GE, so I can't find the exact clip, but it consisted of Tracy Morgan as "Action Weatherman," with Tracy Morgan-esque dialogue that went something like this:

Action Weatherman: "I make the weather my bitch. I see the weather, I say 'come here, bitch!' And the weather goes (in a falsetto voice) 'Yes, Sir!'"

"Then I say to the weather, 'bitch, make me a cheese sammich!' And the weather goes (in a falsetto voice) 'Yes, Sir!'

For most of high school, this is pretty much the same method we would use to make Brian Butler give us sammiches.