Certified freak. Self-taught forecaster. Zero regrets.
It started with one storm
Age nine. A supercell rolled through and everyone else went to the basement. I went to the window. Two decades later the setup is more sophisticated — model runs instead of window-staring — but the impulse hasn't changed: when the sky does something, I need to know why.
How I forecast
I read the same models the professionals do, cross-check them against each other, and — here's the radical part — tell you what I actually think. With reasoning. With a confidence level. With the specific things that would change my mind. It's not magic; it's homework, done obsessively, shown fully.
What I believe about weather coverage
A forecast without reasoning is just astrology with radar. A forecaster who hides their misses is selling something. And “40% chance of rain” is not an answer — it's a shrug with a percent sign. The bar in this genre is on the floor. I'd like to raise it.