Craig Silverman, author of "Regret the Error," has published his annual compendium of errors and corrections in global print and online media, and it's a doozy. Culprits are fairly evenly dispersed, with errors from America (Obama? Osama?), the UK, Australia and Russia all figuring prominently. But don't fear! Southern Ontario media did us proud by contributing their fair share. The Toronto Star makes the list—twice. And both about the happy subject of death!A Nov....

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day (or so), poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. It's about time someone took out the trash. The Oxford English Dictionary defines "busy" as "occupied with constant attention; actively engaged; doing something that engrosses the attention." We've been that recently, too engrossed with things like the ROM bomb scare to think too much...

Photo by gbalogh from the Torontoist Flickr Pool. The Star's Jack Lakey, aka The Fixer, is invaluable. There is no better way to elicit a favourable response from the City bureaucracy than by sicking him on a case of civic neglect. It really is the most consistent way to get things done in Toronto. (The TPSC got Viacom to fulfill their contractual obligation to put street names on transit shelters simply by getting him...

Torontoist has always kept an eye on The Star. Now, it seems, they're keeping an eye on us. Several weeks ago, David Topping launched DiManno Watch, a new column where articles by loudmouth Star columnist Rosie DiManno are rated on a scale of one to six disembodied DiManno heads. Our dislike of Rosie's writing is not a new thing: we've been DiManno critics for ages. In last Tuesday's news roundup, we followed up on...

The Toronto Star. July 18, 2007. Joe Fiorito column: The other day I noticed a Red Rocket, defaced from stem to stern with a depiction of a bottle of vodka and the comely legs of a party girl whose dress was hiked up around her thighs. Let me count the ways this is wrong. But first, my bona fides. I grew up during the sexual revolution. I also learned a variety of useful lessons...