realization of the day:  although we may be pro at writing sunday-school versions of popular glamrock classics, dez and i should never, ever, EVER attempt collaborative poetry.  ever.  and if we do, we should most certainly not present it to someone as a sign of our affection.

lyrics of the day: wait there, i'll be right back/down in times square, it's a heart attack/all the feeling makes you feel so new/trees fall and so do men/even the walls start caving in/and you feel like there's no pretend for you/  -falling, ben kweller

word of the day: cake

random thought of the day: to me, everything's a dinosaur.

okay, what is up with bus signs?  i mean, come on now, lets be reasonable...you're at a c-train station.  you see a bus sign by the curb with the number 52 on it.  you wait by the sign.  would you not expect that bus number fifty-two would eventually come along?  but no, turns out #5-2 arrives in the lower parking lot at an unmarked location near the sidewalk.  now lets say you have a wedding cake with you.  and lets say the day is very warm.  and let's say that, because of the misplaced signs, you were waiting for the numeroh fifty two-oh for a very long time.  what do you think would happen to your wedding cake?  if you think the icing would melt and sag down at the bottom into a hideous sort of puddle thing, youd be right.  and you can trust me on this, i know.  i even have witnesses.  as for the reasons why someone like me would be carrying a wedding cake outside in the heat at a bus stop...id say those are entirely irrelevant.  and...confidential.  and not to be revealed by any of those persons who might be privy to such info.  so NO TELLAGE.