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You may have noticed the sharp rise in coffee cups littering our streets, which can only mean one thing: it’s Roll Up The Rim time at Tim Hortons once again. When Torontoist was young and starry-eyed, we used to dream of unrolling our cup and finding that we had won a car or a boat or some awesome camping gear. (What ever happened to that prize anyway? It was always the best one.) After years of winning nothing but the occasional muffin and coffee, we can’t help but feel rage every time we roll up that annoyingly pompous “Please Try Again.”

When Torontoist reader Maya Friedman posed the question, "If Torontoist were to get married (on a budget) where would the wedding be?" it got us thinking. Not only about where we’d get married, but how we’d do the rest on the cheap, too. Because if you’re like us, you feel a little sick when you’re watching Rich Bride, Poor Bride and the couple announces, “We spent $43,851 on our special day!”

Songs about zombies, drive-by shootings, Obi-Wan Kenobi, pirates, monsters, punching people in the face, pregnancy, "reeking and seeking," families, obesity, virginity—all of them catchy, all of them disconcertingly happy-sounding, and all of them sing-and-clap-along-able. That is what Austin's Oh No! Oh My! is made of, and their albums—their self-titled full-length; their new EP, Between The Devil and The Sea; and their Jolly Rogers demo that the songs from the new EP are culled from—are the best pieces of pop to come along in a very, very long time. No kidding.

When Torontoist was a wee tyke, we used to hate gym class. It made us feel flabby, unloved, and a little tired. Recess, on the other hand, was the greatest thing ever—every day! The jungle gym! Tag! Imaginary battles! Recess had it all.

Last Thursday, June 21, art and drink enthusiasts united in the back room of Mercer Union (37 Lisgar Street) where artist Dean Baldwin was serving drinks from the teensiest bar in the city. The installation was called Minibar, which did double duty as a performance piece and beverage catering for the opening night of the gallery's exhibition, Seducing Down The Door.

Kensington Market Organic Ice Cream has returned! This small, Toronto-based artisinal ice cream joint that took our taste buds by storm several summers ago has always had trouble maintaining a venue. Last summer, it was operating out of The Back Alley (the restaurant, not an actual back alley) on Augusta. The summer before that, it was using the since-abandoned Sancis Fine Foods storefront on Kensington. Torontoist was dismayed a little while back when ice cream weather first came upon us for 2007 and we made a trip to the Back Alley jonesing for a scoop of rose ice cream only to be told that the organic ice cream had moved on. Oh, sure, we could always buy a small tub of the stuff from somewhere like Whole Foods if we really wanted (as if blogging paid well enough to enable grocery shopping at Whole Foods!) or down at the Dufferin Grove Park farmer's market on Thursdays, but it just isn't the same as having a regular organic ice creamery to frequent whenever we had a hankering for a scoop.

When Torontoist joined forces with blogTO, Reading Toronto, and Spacing and asked our readers for feedback on the TTC's website at the beginning of this month, we had absolutely no idea that we would get such an enormous response. We'd like to thank you all again for participating, and we've taken each and every one of the ideas that we received to heart. Now, it's time to move forward. The Editors and Publishers of all four participating sites have decided to submit to submit the following letter with our suggestions to Chairman Adam Giambrone:

When Torontoist hit up perezhilton.com this morning to check for updates on Britney's hoo-ha, we were struck by a sense of familiarity over Perez's new line of merchandise. If you'll remember, we did an interview with the Gossip Gangsta back in September, accompanied by a graphic of Perezzle as a saint that we made.

heavily telegraphed. However, as soon as the titular zombie turns up, purchased by Timmy’s mum to help around the house (so they’re not the only family on the block without one,) and played with quite amazing depth for a dialogue-free part by Billy Connolly, the film finds its stride.

Hey, have y'all been using our new "Recommend this" feature at the bottom of each post? This week we're bringing you the "Most Recommended" posts from across the -ist world, as well as recommending some of our own.

Torontoist doesn't have a lot of time now that summer is over. Not a lot of time to do up an indepth Le Mercredi Mixtape, that is, but don't fear, there is some good new music here.