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Toronto seems to get its annual dose of legendary outsider filmmaker John Waters around this time.

Wireless number portability (WNP), the ability to keep your cellular phone number when you change service providers, came to Canada in March of this year. The masses of consumers looking to free themselves from their frustrating cell companies cheered. Those cheers turned to grumbles with the realization that the spiffy new phones received for “free” came attached to lengthy service contracts. Breaking a contract can make switching to (or from) the company with the cute dogs in the ads prohibitively expensive.

Photo by Sylvain Dumais from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

So you wake up, make a cup of coffee, go outside to grab the newspaper in your PJs and suddenly notice that your regular copy of The Globe and Mail has been replaced with a more different copy of The Globe and Mail. One with ugly black divider bars scattered across the front page and at least a couple inches lost from the broadsheet. You notice an alarming increase of sans serif fonts. Is life ever the same after a redesign?

We here in the Ist-A-Verse know that we're sensational, but it's very rare that we get a chance to be sensationalistic. This week, we've decided to have ourselves a little fun and try our hand at tacky tabloid headlines, using nothing more than our favorite posts from this week.

Carolee Schneemann is an artist whose work refuses a tepid response: in a career that has addressed contentious topics such as American imperialism and the implications of living in a sex-phobic society, Schneemann has solidified her position as a pioneer in what is now known as multi-media/disciplinary art.

Photo by avp17 from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

This year the Toronto International Film Festival features a mind-melting 352 films and over 500 guests from across the world. It’s no wonder, then, that not only is the press conference in which they announce the majority of these almost impossible to keep up with but that we’ve spent the last couple of hours just trying to of a way to approach this post to give you the maximum amount of information without overwhelming you. We could just start yelling stuff out that we learned today randomly, we guess. Did you know there are 12,855 registered volunteers for this year’s festival, and that for the sixth consecutive year their most popular name is Jennifer? (Sucks to be you, Jennys of the world)

Breaking the law, breaking the law. We -ist folks love us some crime, and no misdemeanor is too petty for a post on any of our sites. This week, join us for a rogues' gallery of miscreants major, minor, and alleged.

Let’s open with an image. By far our favourite image of film in the past...Ooh, ages, Date Movie’s unique take on Napoleon Dynamite. I can almost hear the two (count ‘em) writers from Scary Movie in the pitching office.

Sorry, since there's such urgency to this post, we weren't able to throw out one of our always hilarious Bloc Party/Bloc Quebecois jokes in here. But feel free to think up one as you read and Torontoist will happily ammend the post. Here goes:

Breaking! Actually, this news is not breaking at all. TOist just wanted to know what it felt like to be Matt Drudge for a minute. And we do believe this item of government-sponsored gossip is hot, perhaps even hott. Why is Kiefer not playing the role of a lifetime, the role of his granddad's lifetime in the biopic of the latter? And who is the respected actor taking his place in the Saskatchewan-shot screen gem? Brent Butt! George Stroumboulopoulos! Good guesses both, but no. Tommy will be played by a theatre actor. You heard it here second. Actually, you heard nothing here second because all we know is that it's not Kiefer. And all he wanted was a chance to play the Greatest Canadian who also happens to be his forefather. Poor guy.

Torontoist doesn't partake of enough wacky pastimes. This picture, of a Clusterballooner, makes our complete lack of an adventure gene painfully clear. Yesterday was one of the clearest days we'd seen in a while, a day so crisp you could even see the ugly bank logos gleaming atop their respective towers. In short, a perfect day for clusterballooning.