The Field Museum, Shedd Aquarium, and Adler Planetarium are all great places, but after seven hours of straight museuming, I'm too tired to even look up the word "museuming" or care that it's probably not a word.
The day's highlights:
Aggie Semeniuk's new Scott Pilgrim tattoo. I got a matching one on my forehead.
Yeah, it's a good thing they stopped him before he did something crazy.
Al Bundy wuz here.
This Field Museum banner is hung like a horse.
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky...hey, who stole my wallet?
Are you ready for your close-up, Ms. Kidman?
Chicago, 1959. Or, like, even earlier.
You say educational, I say gross.
Dude sleeps with the fishes.
What a lovely water ballet of graceful - arrghhh!
I find your lack of fish disturbing.
I, Copernicus, hereby proclaim that I can see my hotel from here.
Casey Kasem: feet not on the ground, but still reaching for the stars.
I walked in, said, "Domo arigato," and was banned from the store for life.
Mi Tierra, Su Tierra. Fine dining on Cinco de Mayo to celebrate the Mexican army's great victory over the French, which resulted in tortilla chips replacing French fries as the official snack food of planet Earth.
Of Montreal. In Chicago. On stage.