“The letter forms are imperfect but warm and represent the character of our home.” Premier Kathleen Wynne gets a lot of grief these days, and nothing is easier to hate than hearing about $30,000 spent on a logo, especially when font snobs are telling you it’s terrible. Queen’s Park is defending the cost—even if it's meant to look like it was done on the cheap. (Plus, the Liberals have worked with worse.)

Is it too late now to say #sorry? A police officer told a bystander filming an arrest that the suspect “is going to spit in your face, you’re going to get AIDS.” Now there's been an official apology, albeit one confined to Twitter: “1st step in righting a wrong: @TPS51Div officer's comment simply wrong,” posted constable Victor Kwong. “You cannot get HIV/AIDS from spit. We're #sorry.” The second step is bringing in an outside expert to educate officers; the third is an internal affairs investigation.

Bell's dismissed staffer is sticking to her claim. The telecom monolith boasts of $6,585,250.50 raised during Let’s Talk Day, one nickel at a time—despite a Grand Falls, New Brunswick DJ claiming that she was fired by Bell over mental health issues. Although Bell is still not commenting on her situation, the company has made it known that it won’t dismiss people for mental health reasons. McLean is still arguing her case on Twitter:

The Shattered Mirror calls for a $100-million Canadian journalism stimulus. Edward Greenspon unveiled this Public Policy Forum report, which suggests that Canada's federal government create a massive journalism fund, which would presumably have the effect of keeping large organizations afloat.

Neil Young is no longer “Sponsored by Nobody.” Having declared his antipathy toward corporate logos in 1988, no one would dare approach the "Godfather of Grunge" for a brand activation. But this bourbon-backed video by Indie88 doesn’t care. (Then again, last year Young played his first private gig for a billionaire.)

Parkdale revisits skid row roots. Stained Class, a new record store within another record store on West Queen West, gets a Now Magazine splash for the weirdness of its existence—and its authentic 1980s teen bedroom decor. “Considering the nature of our business,” says co-owner Ian Kilpatrick, “we brace ourselves daily to hear 45-minute-long stories of fan encounters with Lee Aaron and Honeymoon Suite.” 

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