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Where do Minnesota’s biggest weather junkies live?

One way to find out is to look at which zip codes are getting the most weather searches on Google. Google’s Suggest feature helps guide us toward which zips are popular among weather checking addicts:

Drilling down, here is what the 554– zips around Minneapolis look like:

And the 551– zips near St Paul:

Personally, I open the door to find out what the weather is like. Old school.

While I write this, it’s super windy outside. Windy enough that I figured, “Hey, why not check the weather?” I bounced over to weather.com to see what’s happening.

I searched by zip, clicked the map, then selected my favorite map from the options. That map: Doppler Radar 600-Mile in Motion.

That’s what I’m looking for. How severe is it and is the peak of the storm here yet? Curiosity had been fed. Back to normal Internet programming.

So, what about you? If you could only view one weather map, which would you choose?

Paul Douglas and other local weather gurus: We’d love to hear your take on this topic where you must have an opinion.

Just a quick public service announcement:

Don’t leave a half-drank Coke in the car on a cold day:

Luckily, I caught this one before it melted. You may not be so lucky.

Some quick clips from the storm as it blew through the Longfellow Neighborhood of Minneapolis around 6pm.

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Minneapolis is getting pounded with snow. Here is a quick look at one round of shoveling.

This just in from The Deets’ Eden Prairie correspondent:

25F, Partly Cloudy, No falling precip. (it already fell)

Icy Stalagmite, originally uploaded by technojce.

What a cool photo of how cold it’s been.

The lack of snow at the base of the building is equally depressing. I’d be willing to put up with the cold a bit easier if there was some serious snow in this town.

Turbulance in Ice, originally uploaded by edkohler.

We had a crazy turbulent landing on the was into Washington National (some call it Reagan but the airport code is WAS).

Lot’s of sudden drops over the last five minutes on approach made me wonder what would happen at the runway level. Then I noticed we had to cross the Potomac River to reach the runway.

Luckily, we made is and the pilot got the nose down. We swerved our way down the runway while an old lady next to Elizabeth kept saying, “we’re gonna die.”

The old lady was wrong.

The travelers clapped. I was sitting in the last rom and swear that one of the flight attendants started the clapping this time.

The picture shows that they’re catching up with the snow in DC. Time to drive North.