I have a magical weatherman, and you don't.

I’m watching my local weather forecast (waiting on Letterman, of course) and the weatherman did something I’ve never seen before.

I really hope this is very new technology and I’m not the last person in the universe to catch this.

He put his hand out, clicked the . . . um clicker in his hand and:

moved the screen.

2 states to the south of here.

I’m not drinking tonight and haven’t smoked anything funny in a long time. I rubbed my eyes and he did it again. I quickly decide this is the coolest thing I’ve seen all day. The weatherman can click the damn weather map and move it around like a .pdf with a wave of his magic hand.

He wasn’t finished. He returned to the local area and started clicking down temps for local cities. With his magic finger. Click click click. Box box box. My mouth is open.

He’s still not finished. Magic God-like weatherman on normally dumb ass local station with the production value of my dad’s home movies moves the southeast south for a look at western North Carolina.

Since his magic could better be used defeating dragons and general evil and his time is obviously wasted telling us how it’s not actually doing anything in the various layers of the atmosphere and it’s room temperature outside, he decides to speed things along.

He now plops down a temperature box on Asheville. Instead of planting temperature boxes all over WNC, he simply DRAGS THE BOX AROUND. It changes its indicated temperature accordingly.

I’m sure he’s the one that made Demi Moore a guest on tonight’s Letterman, too.