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Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
Our weather forecast is a masterclass in creative writing, where 'breezy' means 'hold onto your hat, Granny!' and 'changeable' is the understatement of the century, all decoded for your amusement at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
Weather apps on a Londoner's phone are a gallery of despair. They are checked with the frequency of a social media feed, each refresh hoping for a different, sunnier outcome. We often have several, hoping one will tell us the lie we want to hear. The icons are a minimalist study in pessimism: a grey cloud, a grey cloud with a sun peeking out (the cruellest icon), a grey cloud with lines underneath. The hourly forecast is a tragic scroll, watching the "rain droplet" probability percentage climb inexorably towards your planned walk in the park. It's a digital pacifier, giving us the illusion of control over the utterly uncontrollable sky. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
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Our climate is perfect for growing moss.
Birds in London are weather-hardened cynics. The pigeons have a glaze of waterproof grease that makes rain bead off them like they're waxed jackets with wings. Seagulls inland are even more resilient, treating gales as mere playful updrafts. On a rainy day, the robin in your garden doesn't look sad; it looks impatient, hopping from branch to branch as if waiting for the sky to finish its pathetic weeping so it can get on with hunting worms in the softened earth. They are all adapted to the damp, viewing our umbrellas and complaints with avian disdain. They know this is just how the world is: wet, with brief interruptions for drying off. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
We don’t get weather, we get ‘mizzle’.
The barometric pressure is perpetually ‘low and sad’.
Our weather is narrated by someone whispering ‘damp’.
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