As seen in TO

As an editor, I've seen a lot of "wrong" words in my time, but man, that is one surprisingly wrong word. In fact, it's made even more wrong by the curious rightness of every other word that surrounds it. I mean, why didn't the sign person say anything while they were making it? Someone could have put a stop to this at some point in the process from conception to creation, but no. Here it is. Unuathorifed.

I saw this on Bathurst Street today as I was strolling down to Kensington Market after I went and handed in an application for an apartment in the Annex area. Looked really nice when I checked it out—big bedroom, very character, all hardwood and new fixtures, plus a dishwasher—and at $1000 a month, the price is actually quite reasonable given the area. So yeah.

My stroll didn't last long, though, as shortly after I took this picture the torrential rain that holds Toronto in its clammy grasp even I write this first started to fall, so I ducked into a little diner and had a club sandwich. It was good. The accompanying cole slaw was homemade and the waitress was a very old and weathered Jewish lady who never wrote anything down and just yelled all her orders into the kitchen. It was a tight ship. (Speaking of side dishes, I had lunch in Little Korea yesterday and my beef bulgogi meal came with all the usual Korean fixin's, plus macaroni salad. Like, most likely taken directly from a KFC Family Pack macaroni salad. As though they were worried that the supplied mountain of beef, rice, pickled bean sprouts, kim chee and tofu and soy sauce would seem inadequate just on its own.)

Anyhow, Toronto is weird but beautiful, and even a little humbling. It's going to take some getting used to, but I think I like it. And I enjoy my job and co-workers far more than my cynicism would have ever let me suspect a week ago, so that's awesome, too. But more to come at some future date, I guess. How's that for a cliffhanger, fuckos?