Bringing Up Baby

In a way, Anchors are like little kids and the show producer is like the cranky parent. They've got to get us to do the right thing, on time and quite often for reasons that sound a lot like "Because I said so."

You can see this play out every day when Meteorologist-Topper-Shutt goes outside on the 'Weather Terrace' to do the forecast. And by the way those names--Weather Terrace, Weather Center, Satelite Center--totally corny, right? Another blog on that later.

Anyhow, the producer always wants the anchors to join Topper on the Weather Terrace. We never want to go. Who would? Lets face it, that's the great thing about being the 'anchor'. You don't have to go outside in the heat and cold like those other reporter folks. So every day we make it a point to moan and groan --

Anchor one: "It's too hot (or too cold or too humid or too windy) out there. "
Anchor two: "Yeah, my hair will fall down (or wilt or blow off.) "
Anchor one: "I don't even understand why we do this."
Producer: "Look you're going out there, so move it. 45 seconds to air."

So we anchor-children pout our way outside, put on happy-anchor-faces, talk about how "this weather sure is hot. How long will this stay with us Top?" and then pout our way back inside to the AC.

Geez, Dad, you never let us do anything.