So maybee you've probably for sure heard me mention that my Editor has Anger Management Issues, right? Well, apparently, he hasn't been going to the Meetings, so when he told me I had to show up in his Office - Or Else - I was mostly completely sure that he was going to Yell at me about something, and I was right. He did that.

Just to make a Short Story slightly Longer, I'm sure we all remember that my Editor had decided that I should bee the one to do the Daily Weather Forecasts for the Hive Newspaper (the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News), and that to help me do a Job I never wanted, he had Purchased the Latest in Meteorological Predictive Tools - the Fully-Adjustable, Lightweight and Portable SBE X-56 MeteorMan1000 with Optional Real-Time Interactive Humidity Gauge and Breeze Detector which was, unfortunately, Lost in an Unexpected and Highly Severe Thunderstorm that Nobody saw coming, especially me. (It's the same Storm that Significantly Damaged my ShoeBox ... it was lucky that both Potato (my Certified Sensory-Impaired Emotional Support/Service LadyBug) and I were outside, enjoying the Beeautiful Weather. 

When my Editor found out that the Device had been Destroyed in the Storm, he told me that I'd have to not only pay 1/2 a Pound of Honey out of my Meagre Weekly Wages every week for the Loss of the Device (I only get 1/2-pound of Honey a Week .. that's not even enough to buy an order of Honey-Glazed Pollen Puffs and a Nectartini during Slightly Amused Hour at Lousy Louie's), but that I also have to provide the Weather Forecasts without the Benefit of the Device which, by the way, I never figured out  how to Use before it was Sucked Up and Carried Away by that Terrible Storm nobody saw coming.   

Seriously now, What the hell do I know about Predicting the Weather?  Nothing, that's What.

"Look," I told him, "I'm not a Weather Bee and I know Nothing about Predicting the Weather."
"It's Simple Meterology," he said.
"I also don't know anything about Simple Meteors," I told him, "and beesides, what do Simple Meteors have to do with any of this?" I had to know.
"No, Bee," he said. "this isn't about Meteors at all. It's about you providing this Publication Reliable, Accurate Daily Weather Forecasts for our Beeloved Subscribers - something you continue to Fail to Do."
"I really don’t want this Job," I told him. 
"Did I ask you if you wanted this Job, Bee?" he asked me.
"I don't think so," I said, beecause I actually couldn't remember how I ended up having this Job.
"No, I didn't," he said, which made me feel better about not remembering something I might have failed to Recall but didn’t.
“So here's what's going to Happen," he said. "I'm sending you to the Hive Library, where the Chief Librarian, Melodie Hausenfliffer, will Direct you to the Necessary Reference Materials relating to the Alleged Science of Meteorology, and you will remain in the Library until you learn how to do your Job."
"But I don't want the Job," I told him again.
"I wasn't asking," he said. "Now get out of my Office."
"Fine," I said, then I did that.

As you probably Guessed, I mentioned all of this to Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, and he said, “Uncle Georgie, I think you're the best Uncle in the World, and I love you, but you're not Thinking This Through."
"What are you talking about?" I had to know.
"You do not have to learn anything about Meteorology or Predicting the Weather, Uncle," he said.
"I don't?" I asked.
"No. Not anymore. I am delighted to Inform you that you can now use Fi to create your Forecasts for you."
"Fi? I asked. "What the hell is Fi?"
"Fabricated intelligence, Uncle - Upper Case F, Lower Case i - It is the latest in Technological Advancements that promises to make our Frequently-Tortured Existence more Bearable by dealing with the otherwise Monotonous and Routine Tasks that clutter what could bee a more Leisurely and Uncomplicated Lifestyle that so many of us seek. I think you should give it a try."
“Whatever,” I said.

Then Kevin gave me a Pamphlet with an Online Address and told me I needed to “Log On and bee part of the Future" with Fabricated intelligence. 

So I'm gonna do that.
So maybee you've probably for sure heard me mention that my Editor has Anger Management Issues, right? Well, apparently, he hasn't been going to the Meetings, so when he told me I had to show up in his Office - Or Else - I was mostly completely sure that he was going to Yell at me about something, and I was right. He did that.

Just to make a Short Story slightly Longer, I'm sure we all remember that my Editor had decided that I should bee the one to do the Daily Weather Forecasts for the Hive Newspaper (the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News), and that to help me do a Job I never wanted, he had Purchased the Latest in Meteorological Predictive Tools - the Fully-Adjustable, Lightweight and Portable SBE X-56 MeteorMan1000 with Optional Real-Time Interactive Humidity Gauge and Breeze Detector which was, unfortunately, Lost in an Unexpected and Highly Severe Thunderstorm that Nobody saw coming, especially me. (It's the same Storm that Significantly Damaged my ShoeBox ... it was lucky that both Potato (my Certified Sensory-Impaired Emotional Support/Service LadyBug) and I were outside, enjoying the Beeautiful Weather. 

When my Editor found out that the Device had been Destroyed in the Storm, he told me that I'd have to not only pay 1/2 a Pound of Honey out of my Meagre Weekly Wages every week for the Loss of the Device (I only get 1/2-pound of Honey a Week .. that's not even enough to buy an order of Honey-Glazed Pollen Puffs and a Nectartini during Slightly Amused Hour at Lousy Louie's), but that I also have to provide the Weather Forecasts without the Benefit of the Device which, by the way, I never figured out  how to Use before it was Sucked Up and Carried Away by that Terrible Storm nobody saw coming.   

Seriously now, What the hell do I know about Predicting the Weather?  Nothing, that's What.

"Look," I told him, "I'm not a Weather Bee and I know Nothing about Predicting the Weather."
"It's Simple Meterology," he said.
"I also don't know anything about Simple Meteors," I told him, "and beesides, what do Simple Meteors have to do with any of this?" I had to know.
"No, Bee," he said. "this isn't about Meteors at all. It's about you providing this Publication Reliable, Accurate Daily Weather Forecasts for our Beeloved Subscribers - something you continue to Fail to Do."
"I really don’t want this Job," I told him. 
"Did I ask you if you wanted this Job, Bee?" he asked me.
"I don't think so," I said, beecause I actually couldn't remember how I ended up having this Job.
"No, I didn't," he said, which made me feel better about not remembering something I might have failed to Recall but didn’t.
“So here's what's going to Happen," he said. "I'm sending you to the Hive Library, where the Chief Librarian, Melodie Hausenfliffer, will Direct you to the Necessary Reference Materials relating to the Alleged Science of Meteorology, and you will remain in the Library until you learn how to do your Job."
"But I don't want the Job," I told him again.
"I wasn't asking," he said. "Now get out of my Office."
"Fine," I said, then I did that.

As you probably Guessed, I mentioned all of this to Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, and he said, “Uncle Georgie, I think you're the best Uncle in the World, and I love you, but you're not Thinking This Through."
"What are you talking about?" I had to know.
"You do not have to learn anything about Meteorology or Predicting the Weather, Uncle," he said.
"I don't?" I asked.
"No. Not anymore. I am delighted to Inform you that you can now use Fi to create your Forecasts for you."
"Fi? I asked. "What the hell is Fi?"
"Fabricated intelligence, Uncle - Upper Case F, Lower Case i - It is the latest in Technological Advancements that promises to make our Frequently-Tortured Existence more Bearable by dealing with the otherwise Monotonous and Routine Tasks that clutter what could bee a more Leisurely and Uncomplicated Lifestyle that so many of us seek. I think you should give it a try."
“Whatever,” I said.

Then Kevin gave me a Pamphlet with an Online Address and told me I needed to “Log On and bee part of the Future" with Fabricated intelligence. 

So I'm gonna do that. So maybee you've probably for sure heard me mention that my Editor has Anger Management Issues, right? Well, apparently, he hasn't been going to the Meetings, so when he told me I had to show up in his Office - Or Else - I was mostly completely sure that he was going to Yell at me about something, and I was right. He did that.

Just to make a Short Story slightly Longer, I'm sure we all remember that my Editor had decided that I should bee the one to do the Daily Weather Forecasts for the Hive Newspaper (the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News), and that to help me do a Job I never wanted, he had Purchased the Latest in Meteorological Predictive Tools - the Fully-Adjustable, Lightweight and Portable SBE X-56 MeteorMan1000 with Optional Real-Time Interactive Humidity Gauge and Breeze Detector which was, unfortunately, Lost in an Unexpected and Highly Severe Thunderstorm that Nobody saw coming, especially me. (It's the same Storm that Significantly Damaged my ShoeBox ... it was lucky that both Potato (my Certified Sensory-Impaired Emotional Support/Service LadyBug) and I were outside, enjoying the Beeautiful Weather. 

When my Editor found out that the Device had been Destroyed in the Storm, he told me that I'd have to not only pay 1/2 a Pound of Honey out of my Meagre Weekly Wages every week for the Loss of the Device (I only get 1/2-pound of Honey a Week .. that's not even enough to buy an order of Honey-Glazed Pollen Puffs and a Nectartini during Slightly Amused Hour at Lousy Louie's), but that I also have to provide the Weather Forecasts without the Benefit of the Device which, by the way, I never figured out  how to Use before it was Sucked Up and Carried Away by that Terrible Storm nobody saw coming.   

Seriously now, What the hell do I know about Predicting the Weather?  Nothing, that's What.

"Look," I told him, "I'm not a Weather Bee and I know Nothing about Predicting the Weather."
"It's Simple Meterology," he said.
"I also don't know anything about Simple Meteors," I told him, "and beesides, what do Simple Meteors have to do with any of this?" I had to know.
"No, Bee," he said. "this isn't about Meteors at all. It's about you providing this Publication Reliable, Accurate Daily Weather Forecasts for our Beeloved Subscribers - something you continue to Fail to Do."
"I really don’t want this Job," I told him. 
"Did I ask you if you wanted this Job, Bee?" he asked me.
"I don't think so," I said, beecause I actually couldn't remember how I ended up having this Job.
"No, I didn't," he said, which made me feel better about not remembering something I might have failed to Recall but didn’t.
“So here's what's going to Happen," he said. "I'm sending you to the Hive Library, where the Chief Librarian, Melodie Hausenfliffer, will Direct you to the Necessary Reference Materials relating to the Alleged Science of Meteorology, and you will remain in the Library until you learn how to do your Job."
"But I don't want the Job," I told him again.
"I wasn't asking," he said. "Now get out of my Office."
"Fine," I said, then I did that.

As you probably Guessed, I mentioned all of this to Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, and he said, “Uncle Georgie, I think you're the best Uncle in the World, and I love you, but you're not Thinking This Through."
"What are you talking about?" I had to know.
"You do not have to learn anything about Meteorology or Predicting the Weather, Uncle," he said.
"I don't?" I asked.
"No. Not anymore. I am delighted to Inform you that you can now use Fi to create your Forecasts for you."
"Fi? I asked. "What the hell is Fi?"
"Fabricated intelligence, Uncle - Upper Case F, Lower Case i - It is the latest in Technological Advancements that promises to make our Frequently-Tortured Existence more Bearable by dealing with the otherwise Monotonous and Routine Tasks that clutter what could bee a more Leisurely and Uncomplicated Lifestyle that so many of us seek. I think you should give it a try."
“Whatever,” I said.

Then Kevin gave me a Pamphlet with an Online Address and told me I needed to “Log On and bee part of the Future" with Fabricated intelligence. 

So I'm gonna do that.