Results tagged “myname”

Have you seen the handsome true-blue posters that proclaim “Love Is” on Queen Street between Spadina and Bathurst, and on Bathurst Street from Queen to College? They've also been spotted in The Annex. Underneath the words, white rectangular boxes invite interaction from passerby. Empty as a “Hello, My Name Is” badge waiting for an identity, the posters are part of an upcoming film's viral marketing campaign.

I have a confession to make. I'm not like you. I'm not a normal, well-intentioned, benefit-of-the-doubt receiving human.

Condoleezza Rice promises to "look into" why Maher Arar is still on an American terrorist watchlist. Remember when you were at work and someone at work kept stealing your yoghurt and you were pissed so you went to your supervisor and complained and he said he'd "look into" it? This is kind of like that, except Maher Arar is probably a lot less important to Condoleezza Rice than yoghurt is.

This Torontoist was walking down Church Street and passed by The Stag Shoppe, the gay village's latest sex paraphernalia shoppe. Outside, huddled in the corner of the doorway is Bob, a husband of an old co-worker back from our bar-working days. He's all of 5 foot nuthin', 100lbs wet with overgrown My Name is Earl facial hair styling. If you passed him on the street, you'd think him a pocket biker, not someone who sells lube and lacey black panties.

Over the past few weeks on Le Mercredi Mixtape, Torontoist has constructed several successful straw-man arguments, made a few ad-hominem attacks, and may have actually thought up some valid criticisms. But since there's too much free music and disparaging remarks to speak of this week, Torontoist abandons our essay format in favour of a more economical point form: