I was trolling the Internet tonight (an excellent time-waster, for those who have thousands of words of overdue stories to write, once they have checked the last 200 Twitter posts of everyone they can think of in the universe and googled all previous boyfriends from the 70s) and noted that one of my very favourite reads in the city is in danger. Apparently it’s not getting enough Internet hits.
For those of you who have never read it, the Vancouver Courier’s Kudos & Kvetches column, which I believe is written after hours by random groups of staffers who have altered their consciousnesses chemically, is one of the last funny corners of journalism in a city far too weighed down with Serious Columnists Trying to Be Important or At The Very Least More Hysterical and Shrill Than Anyone Else.
If you haven’t read their description of the Vancouver city council’s inauguration ceremony last December, you have missed a truly Pantagruelian account of the festivities. (One word: giant perogies. Oh, that’s two.)
I am sure some people will think I am utterly juvenile to be amused by this. I refuse to confirm or deny that I am utterly juvenile, but I have to say, these little bits of sharp anarchy are a pleasant diversion from my usual fare: housing-policy reports, sombre analyses of the declining media industry, or blog comments from people trying to outdo each other in insulting evaluations about the intelligence, personal appearance, and ethics of those they disagree with.