Last night was one of the rare times when both Ken and I did the tour, with me doing most of the talking and Ken driving the bus. I wasn't quite on my game, and Ken broke the ice at one point by pointing out a guy walking by in a hooded sweatshirt lugging a cart of busted electrical gear.

"Look!" Ken said. "A jawa!"

This led to me trying to tell the story both in Huttese and in the style of C-3PO in the Ewok village. And comparing the dresses worn at the time of the story to that of Queen Amidala.

The rest of the tour descended into an endless stream of geekiness. This is PROBABLY the only time I'll claim that, in addition to having an army of bums to fight off the cops, Captain Streeter (founder of a shantytown on the lakeshore) employed a band of Tusken Raiders.

One common stop on my Weird Chicago tours is a famous salt stain on an underpass that is said to resemble the Virgin Mary. I don't see what they're looking at myself - though, if I squint, I sometimes think it looks like Princess Leia - but THIS is spooky business.

On the south side of North Avenue between Western and Damen, I found this:

A puddle shaped liked a profile of Butt Head!



Repent, ye buttmunches! huh huh. huh huh.




Meanwhile, in back in the normal world, my cat has been having some digestion issues. Probably just hairball stuff, but I'm taking my baby to the doctor's this afternoon to be sure.