Mmmmm… Chicago.
I can’t be in Chicago, but Chicago can be in me.
Commander Chris Hadfield, a Canadian astronaut who has been living aboard the International Space Station since December, on Saturday tweeted another stunning photo of the Windy City from above.
Holy crap, it’s a beautiful night in Chicago!
(via yodelmachine)
Source: twitter.com
A couple who moved into an all-white neighborhood look at graffiti scrawled in front of their home. Chicago, 1957.
I still don’t understand what the fuck is wrong with some people.
I wonder if that idiot shoveled the walk in order to show how non-committally unimaginative he was.
Source: sinuses
I find Apple’s new Maps app in iOS 6 a little unsettling. I couldn’t put my finger on it (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?) at first.
Then it hit me.
There are no people.
Major US cities are completely deserted. There are no people around Chicago’s Bean on a sunny day. There are no people on the sidewalks. There are no cars on surface streets. There are no cars on the highway.
iOS 6 shows us, in glorious detail, what our post-apocalyptic future will look like via the latest in 3D-accelerated fly-over technology.
I’ve seen the future, and it’s freaky.
Oh nothin’. Just playing around with maps and reminiscing.
Boy, the CHSH documentary crew was quite respectful of people’s wishes if this bullshit is kosher.
Hmmm… Do I want to give up the rights to my voice and likeness in all forms THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE IN PERPETUITY, or do I want to get on my plane home?
ATTENTION!
YOU ARE ENTERING A FILMING AREA
KIRKSTALL ROAD ENTERPRISES, INC. is currently videotaping and photographing at this location. By entering the location, you consent to be photographed, filmed, and/or otherwise recorded, and to any use, in any and all media, throughout the universe in perpetuity, of your appearance, voice and name for any purpose whatsoever.
IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED, PLEASE AVOID THE CAMERA AND LET A MEMBER OF OUR CREW KNOW THAT YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE FILMED.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION
That’s some motherfuckin’ BULLSHIT right there.
But the worst part? NO OXFORD COMMA!
Goodbye, Chicago, you magnificent bastard.
Presenting the aforementioned Art Institute of Chicago scene in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
The month of April on my iPhoto calendar is occupied by the adorable and quite awesome Guille reenacting Cameron’s Art Institute of Chicago scene in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off during our visit to the museum at last April’s CHSH.
The CHSH hotel was the top eight floors of the Chicago Sun-Times building. I knew better, but I still hoped to run into Roger Ebert at some point.
When the Internet’s in town, bacon walks the streets.
Chicago, Cloud City.
Exiting the 5,280th toll booth (seriously, how many fucking toll booths do you fucking NEED?), there appeared the first sign for Chicago.
YAY!
Getting good gas mileage on the way to Chicago.
