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Only four sleeps left 'til Halloween! Have you decided what you're going to be yet? Zombie Michael Jackson? Balloon Boy? Racist? What about Hitler?

If something looks a little amiss about the model in the advertisement above—if her head looks a bit too big for her body, her torso a bit too compact to be natural, her arms, dear God her arms, doing things arms don't do—all can be explained: Bikini Bay on Queen Street West apparently offers its models, like its swimsuits, in "mix & match."

In an ad for a recycling campaign, it seems appropriate, clever even, to recycle elements of an old image. But when the ad is for Belgian beer, and the logo belongs to someone else, it doesn't make much sense—particularly when the designer fails to ask permission for its use.

David Miller's announcement on September 25 that he would not seek re-election took many by surprise—including, no doubt, those at Toronto Life. With the big expanse of time between the time articles for the magazine are finalized and the time the completed publication is actually distributed (a delay typical of monthly magazines), the November issue is only now beginning to land in the mailboxes of subscribers. Somewhat awkwardly, it features a full-page look at how Miller stacks up against six possible competitors in the mayoralty race he took himself out of three weeks ago, complete with each one's odds of winning against Miller. And we quote: "A lot of people think David Miller stinks, and not just because of the 39-day garbage strike. But do any of the other likely candidates have what it takes to knock out Toronto's top dog?" The answer: yes, all of them. But only because he knocked himself out first.

Unintended side-effect of the Star's website redesign: when it's overcast, as it was last night, our esteemed CN Tower looks very much like a magical cloud-farting machine. The world's tallest magical cloud-farting machine, thank you very much.

The Toothbrush moustache went out of favour not long after World War II—and the life of its most infamous bearer—ended. But reader Becca Grey noticed that it's back in a (literally) big way, on the rear-end of the new double-decker Megabus buses run by Coach Canada. "What looks to be a handle of some sort on the back of the bus," pointed out Grey, adds an unintended little something extra to the upper lip of the company's blue-eyed, plump, white-skinned, deep-orange-shirted, peaked cap–wearing mascot. We're not sayin'; we're just sayin'.

On Tuesday, Eye published "The new NewMusic?", a fawning article about how MTV, and specifically MTV News, embodies all that was once great but is no longer about MuchMusic and The NewMusic. It's been updated a bit since then, but Google caught it in its original form, and you should go read it right now here [ Google's cached version of the article is now up to date, so you'll have to pretend like the last sentence in the fourth paragraph, in parentheses, isn't there—because it wasn't originally.] Seriously, go. We have a surprise for when you get back.

NOW Magazine has just opened up voting for all categories in their annual "Best of Toronto" issuestravaganza. Last year, we somehow won both Best Website and Best Blog. NOW wrote snarky things about us, but they also said that "there is no other blog that cares so much about covering the city"! Thanks NOW!

Eye just beat us to it, but the unfortunate juxtaposition on today's Toronto Sun cover—a huge ad of a shocked-looking Bruno beside the Sun's usual blood and gore headline, this time about a "City councillor's ex-lover" found murdered—is, well, too unfortunate not to post.

As the Star's Susan Delacourt featured this morning, Stephen Harper may have just exposed himself to a Biblical deluge of Catholic fury. Or not—it depends how serious of an issue the tasty, trans-substantiated body of your Lord and Saviour is.

We've (mercifully) not covered Perez Hilton since Monday morning, after he accused Will.I.Am of assaulting him following the Much Music Video Awards (which he would later explain was not Will.I.Am but the Black Eyed Peas' manager, Polo Molina). But in case you haven't been following along since, go go Gawker copter: Molina was charged with assault. Video surfaced of Hilton calling Will.I.Am "a fucking faggot" that night before he was punched (a photo, of course, later surfaced of the punch itself). The slur led the Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) to demand an apology from Hilton. Hilton didn't offer one at first, but then did, saying that he would donate all money from a pending lawsuit against Molina to the Matthew Shepard Foundation. Because of Hilton's actions, though, the Matthew Shepard Foundation declined to accept Hilton's money should the lawsuit be successful. Then, last night on his website, Hilton initially accused Michael Jackson of faking the cardiac arrest that would lead to the superstar's death.

Ed McMahon passed away earlier today; an article about his life, by Lynn Elber of the Associated Press, opens by describing McMahon as "the loyal Tonight Show sidekick who bolstered boss Johnny Carson with guffaws and a resounding 'H-e-e-e-e-e-ere's Johnny' for 30 years," and currently stands as the most-viewed new article on the Globe and Mail's website. The third most-viewed item? The Globe's obituary for Johnny Carson, written by their own John Doyle, published this morning and dated Tuesday, June 23, 2009, 09:03AM EDT—even though Johnny Carson died four and a half years ago.

Well, this is awkward.

We here at Torontoist love pointing out other people's mistakes because we are perfect angels and love to lead by example. So you can only imagine our delight in catching this rare, fabled, double-dipper of an error.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to shout at your coworkers to shut the hell up because you—unlike those gabby, inconsiderate fools—are actually trying to get some work done? Chances are the yearning has crossed your mind, before being promptly snuffed out by the fear of getting your walking papers in the process. That second part of the equation—the self-restraint—seems to have been overlooked today by one unfortunate CBC Newsworld translator who, during an announcement by Minister of Public Safety and MP for York-Simcoe Peter Van Loan, suddenly stopped providing French-to-English interpretation in order to yell "I can't hear! Fuck!" at one of her (by now probably former) colleagues.

Between Doubt for the Sega Genesis and a promise that overlong speeches would be played off by Keyboard Cat, this year's Andy Samberg–hosted MTV Movie Awards were reliably entertaining—despite the fact that online public voting meant that virtually every prize went to Twilight. Among those that didn't, however, was the Best Song from a Movie trophy, which was given to little-known Sundance fave The Climb from Hannah, according to the CBC. The MTV Awards, which are known for quirky perennials like Best Fight and Best Kiss, this year also added in a new category simply called Montana, bestowed to The Movie, Miley Cyrus's postmodern directorial debut.

Toronto Life Square boasts a massive external screen array advertising stores and upcoming movies. One thing they probably didn't think they would be advertising was Windows Genuine Advantage.

"Stop messing in my ward or there will be problems. I generally ignore your actions, but I am going to start looking for ways to cause trouble for you, and when I start you're not going to appreciate it." That's, uh, the usually cool-headed Councillor (and TTC Chair) Adam Giambrone, in an email to Councillor Cesar Palacio, which Giambrone has since apologized for—but which will nonetheless still be investigated by the City's integrity commissioner. You can read a lot more about it in the Star and Post and watch a video from the Sun. Oh, yeah, and Giambrone's Facebook status tonight, updated at 7:52? "Adam Giambrone is walking home—no TTC—to clear his mind and to enjoy the nice weather."

One day—one day—there's a chance Torontoist will make an error so embarrassing that it will give the media outlets we have intermittently mocked the chance to revel in our embarrassment.

No-one's perfect. Darren O'Donnell, for instance, is a spectacularly creative and interesting Torontonian responsible for some of the city's most thrilling projects. As he admitted in Eye's cover story about him from the beginning of April, he's also “paranoid...It’s a mental-health issue. I just think everyone hates me because I hate myself. So it’s very difficult to project that over everyone and everything all of the time.” According to the article, written by Eye's newest staff writer, Chandler Levack—an article significantly less charitable to its subject than you might imagine—O'Donnell's seeing a therapist, and, "in 1993, he spent three days in the psych ward of Toronto General, suffering from delusions that included believing that he could cure AIDS, that 'the universe was magical,' and that he could radiate dangerous high-energy beams from his eye sockets."

One of the largest concerns about Google Street View, a concern echoed here now that the search giant continues to collect the photos they need to roll out a comprehensive street-level map of our city, is privacy. What if Google catches you with someone you don't want people to know you were with? What if Google catches you coming out of somewhere you don't want people to know you were inside? Or what if Google catches you in one of your lesser moments: throwing up at the side of the road, say, or, God forbid, appearing to break the law, your image preserved online for all eternity? Sure, faces and licence plates will get automatically blurred out, but that feature has proven a bit dodgy, and someone's face and licence plate aren't the only way to identify them.

If you've ever been watching television and immediately jumped to back up the DVR lest your eyes had deceived you (a certain Super Bowl halftime performance perhaps?), yesterday's broadcast of Sportsnet's Hockey Central may have been one of those moments.

Last week Eye Weekly launched its newly redesigned website, a bland, nondescript piece of work with which we were, at the time, less than impressed. Aside from its use of a puny font that borders on illegible for all but the eagle-eyed, our biggest quibble with the site was its lack of a distinct visual identity to set it apart from its competitors. Days later, Eye's online team has solved that particular problem; unfortunately, eyeweekly.com's new unique identity is "the website with the annoying, irrelevant, and nonsensical hyperlink ads peppered throughout every article"—which, we assume, is not exactly what they were going for.

What happens when you're a free daily newspaper and you ditch your few paid staff writers and try to fill their shoes with freelancers and unpaid interns? If you're Metro, you get an amazing error like this one, in a review of Friday the 13th by Steve Gow in today's paper:

There's no mistaking Friday's intentions—this is definitely for Jason Voorhees fans. Not only does it overplay the thirteen killings (very clever!) that occur over the film's 97 minutes, but they're ultimately underwhelming. breasts. In fact, with very little suspense to speak of, Friday the 13th isn't scary at all...unless of course, you're a film critic.

There’s no mistaking Friday’s intentions—this is definitely for Jason Voorhees fans. Not only does it overplay the thirteen killings (very clever!) that occur over the film’s 97 minutes, but they’re ultimately underwhelming breasts.

Today was not a good internet day for soon-to-be-former National Post technology reporter (and fleeting Torontoist contributor from way back when) David George-Cosh. In the opening shot in a brief but intense public fight on Twitter, one summarized nicely on MediaStyle, product marketer April Dunford earlier this afternoon called out an at-that-point-unnamed journalist: "Reporter to me 'When the media calls you, you jump, OK!?' Why, when you called me and I’m not selling? Newspapers will get what they deserve." George-Cosh was a touch displeased, outing himself as the "reporter," and telling Dunford "hey april - fuck you. seriously. fuck you" as she tried to calm him down.

Obama! The dude is everywhere. And everywhere he goes, so goes Hope, and so go the dreams of the souls of black folk and of Toronto's alternative weeklies.

This stupid. [via BlogUT]

We can only hope that these sanctions succeed where the concerted efforts of the United Nations have so often failed. Still, we wonder what this poor baby grand piano did to deserve such harsh treatment. Shoppers in the Bay's Yonge & Bloor store seem to be respecting the sanctions—sternly enforced by a half-dozen stanchions—but it's only a matter of time before some ne'er-do-well tries to slip a tuning fork or music book past the blockade.

Well, this is weird.

To err is human. To point out the erring may not be divine, but somebody's got to do it.