Wow. I want one.
When the weather ball is blue...
Wow - I am really off topic, here, but I wanted to post this little nugget of useless information. After making a series of utterly horrible life decisions I found myself, in the early 1990's, working as a security guard. On more than one occasion I was assigned to the venerable old Citizen's Bank Building, downtown. I worked alone - like 11 PM to 7 AM or something - and it was actually fairly creepy. To cut to the chaste, it fell to me to change the weather ball. I don't know why, but I'd always kinda figured that the thing was, somehow, automated or a moderately high-tech deal. Actually, a guard climbs some rickety stairs to this funky, dank room (buzzing, loudly, with eletricial current - it's right beneath that enormous sign)and there are these 3 huge buttons on the wall - red, blue, and yellow. Next to them is a telephone. The protocol is this: you call the National Weather Service, listen to the recording, do your best to interpret it, and hit the button(s). I think there was another button to make it blink "in agitation...". In an odd way it was actually kind of deflating; it was like finding out that the Wizard of Oz - the man behind the curtain - was just an ordinary schmoe like me - in fact, in this case, he was me.Final note: on a dare from my former wife, I purposely set the thing completely wrong one night simply to see if the world would grind to a halt.Nothing happened.
LMFAO 2 FUNNY DUDE! R U STILL A GUARD?
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