Current weather conditions for Minneapolis/St. Paul:
5°F Feels Like -15°F
UV Index: 0 Minimal
Dew Point: -5°F
Pressure: 30.07 inches and rising Wind: From the Northwest at 21 gusting to 31 mph
With all of that, I decided to bike in. Yes, creating my own wind in addition to current conditions, but 10 minutes exposure instead of 35. My front tire was soft, which wasn't unexpected. What was
unexpected was the fact that neither
of the gas stations on the way in had working air pumps. Which meant I ended up riding on my rims. Which meant that I ended up ditching the bike at Z's work, so he can put it in the back of his truck when he gets in today. Which also meant that I had to walk in whilst wearing my biking coat, not my walking coat, which caused me to be so thoroughly chilled (and probably frostbit) that it's been 40 minutes and I still haven't warmed up. At least I could hit the skyways for the very last portion of the walk in. Eeeeesh.
I'm taking a cab directly home today. Screw this noise.
Also, Hot! New! Meme! ganked from serenada
If you call me Juliana with a flat "a" (ju-lee-aa-naa), you're most certainly from the Midwest, or you're someone I work with who hasn't listened to me the first 50 times I told you.
If you call me Juliana (ju-li-ah-na), you're most of the people I know. If I've just met you and you pronounce my name correctly, I'm impressed and/or I assume you speak Spanish or Italian.
If you call me Juli, you're my family, or you know me pretty damn well,
If you call me Juli, and the only reason why is that you've worked on a show with someone who does, I will correct you. That's an earned nick.
If you call me Julie, I won't respond.
If you call me Jules, well, you shouldn't. There are three people who get to use that nick, and you're not one of them.
If you call me Julia, I'll wonder who the hell you're talking about.
If you call me Julianna, especially in email, I'll assume you can't read.
If you call me [lastname], I'll be amused and slightly nonplussed. Also, the odds heavily favor you being a guy.
If you call me Juliana [lastname], you're most likely trying to sell me something.
If you call me Princess, I'll say "that's me!"
If you call me Punkin, you're my mom or Z.
If you call me Queen, you know your European history.
If you call me Czarina of Darkness, you've finally cottoned on to the fantabulousness that is me.