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- Here's Stuff White People Like creator Christian Lander talking for an hour in front of an Australian audience, about stuff white people like, hipsters, Australia, teenage girls, and growing up in Toronto. (Of Jarvis Collegiate Institute, he says: "to give you an idea of the ethnic makeup of the school, I played gridiron football.")
- Players on Montreal's St. Leonard Cougars football team, meanwhile, must really not like Hamilton, because they beat the crap out of some Hamilton Hurricanes fans in the stands of Ivor Wynne stadium at last week's Ontario Football Conference. There may well be assault charges coming against them.
- The National Post editorial board has finally turned their attention away from the big three mayoral candidates, and making bad decisions about them, to their own in-house candidate, Steve Murray. Steve Murray, you may recall, is a man of great, unironic integrity.
- A worthy weekend read: "Dragon Done," a feature from this month's Walrus about little-loved CBC executive Richard Stursberg.
- And—as noted earlier—not satisfied with the "gravy train," Rob Ford's unveiled the "gravy plane." Could this be the beginning of a gravy wane?
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Duly Quoted: Doug Ford


Speaking of other things Montréal doesn't like, check out my new shirt design, "J'
These incendiary shirts might possibly explain the torches and pitchforks following me around there. And to think all this time they were there for a park concert or something — not to burn me. Silly me!
[on second go-through — David, you can kill the previous one]
Speaking of other things Montréal doesn't like, check out my new shirt design, "J'<3 anglophobes!" It's the sequel to the previous smash successes, "Coq Bloc," and the other, an image of a blue fleur-de-lys, with "This is a Canadian fleur-de-lys."
These incendiary shirts might possibly explain the torches and pitchforks following me around there. And to think all this time they were there for a park concert or something — not to burn me. Silly me!