Why I Love Vancouver...

As a companion to why I hate Vancouver in the winter, here's why I love it sometimes...

It's the first day of spring and I had lunch on the patio of Havana in a T-Shirt and was worried about if I was going to get a sunburn on my face.

Enough said. Except that there's a week of rain in the forecast. Damn you, cruel city. You give me just enough so that I don't turn on you.

Actually, while we're talking about weather forecasting I heard a piece on CBC this morning about it. A prognosticator from Environment Canada said that longterm forecasting was pretty much a crapshoot, with 45-50% accuracy. Stating the obvious, that means they're wrong more than half the time. Why do they even bother? Couldn't they have just lied and said 50-55%, at least tipping the scales in favour of being correct? It's not like anyone would have bothered to check. Meanwhile, apparently there is a farmer in Saskatchewan, who predicts the weather using a frozen pig spleen and has about an 80% accuracy record.