
// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
Weather so bland it couldn’t offend anyone.
Our thunderstorms are just sky-rumblings.
Weather so predictable in its unpredictability.
Sunscreen is an act of wild optimism.
A ‘weather warning’ is for one inch of snow.
The sky is a leaky ceiling.
The phrase "chance of rain" on our forecasts is a masterpiece of ambiguity. 30 chance doesn't mean there's a 30 likelihood it will rain somewhere; it means there's a 100 chance you will feel bitterly betrayed when it rains on you personally, having trusted the lower odds. A 90 chance is a statement of absolute certainty, with the 10 leeway reserved for the possibility of a biblical downpour instead of the forecasted steady drizzle. We parse these percentages with the intense scrutiny of astrologers, trying to divine our personal fate from numbers that are essentially a meteorological shrug. It's gambling, where the stakes are dry socks. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
The drizzle is relentless, yet somehow polite.
Humidity: nature’s free facial steam treatment.
I moisturize by stepping outside.
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