We Came, We Saw, He Drank Mallort. And Then It Rained Like a Son of a Bitch.

By Jocelyn Geboy in Arts & Entertainment on Oct 3, 2006 4:55AM

Since Tankboy was so kind as to alert us to the presence of John Hodgman tonight over at Second City for FREE (!!), we headed over there to check that shit out. And we are pleased to note that Mr. Hodgman was everything we wanted him to be -- funny, kind, and gracious. He took questions from the audience via walkie talkie, and later signed everyone's books with genuine affability.

And just like anyone who is writing an almanac is bound to do, he enlightened us with something we didn't know -- that Chicago makes a liqueur. We had no idea. He and Jonathan Coulton sat and enjoyed (?) some Jeppsen's Mallort, a spirit that is made right here in the city. Who knew? Not us.

Then, it was out into the night -- and whoa! It's raining like a crazy mofo out there. Who knew? Not us. And let us tell you, nothing says flood better than fall leaves and massive amounts of rain.

We had checked weather.com before we left the house this morning, but truth be told, it's been off the mark quite a bit lately. And for the first time in weeks, we didn't bring our umbrella with us. Of course. For our money, we'd normally go with Tom Skilling. He's our number one weatherperson. We love how passionate he is about all things weather, and we wish he didn't have to deal with that whole brother crap. We had a local weatherperson discussion at the Chicagoist offices the other day, and there was some lively debate. Who do you turn to for your local weather needs?

Doppler image via illiniweather.com