The Funniest Night of the Year, Another Episode

Last night, the Silly Committee got together for its annual chuckle. Formed at the end of the last century, ostensibly to plan the upcoming April Fool Lampoon Issue of the Noe Valley Voice, the evening has degenerated, over the years, into a series of pathetic puns, racial, religious, sexual and species intolerances and a totally warped and seditious view of each event that occurred during the preceding few months. The corrupt and alcoholic public figures responsible for these events are considered fair game. Also, we make stuff up. Out of this, somehow, Generalissima Smith manages to cobble together two or three pages of doggerel that is always pretty damned funny.

The April Fool Issue itself is indeed tame, filled with lame hairballs compared to the ideas of pure genius the Committee comes up that don't make the cut, especially as the evening wears on and the pizzas, wine, beer, port, cheese, pastries, did I mention wine? disappear. The Generalissima is the ultimate arbiter about what is in really, really bad taste and what is only in really bad taste. The rule is: if she thinks its funny, it's funny. But if she is staring out the window, or dreaming about her dog, Bruno, your best idea is 11PM with the News at 10.

Also, we love people with funny names, especially Ed Jew.

The Great Plotnik would love to leak a few of the funnier items, but although it is great news that the 49ers are moving to the newly renovated Day Street Rec Center (don't worry, they're keeping the dog runs between the 20 and 30 yard lines), he will say no more.

Thanks to Barb, Heidi, Karen, Elliot, Sal, Kate, John, Tartine, Trader Joe's and Noe Valley Pizza. Everyone is very happy for Elliot but sad that he will be leaving the planet in a few months; still, with a little sleep he may be back when the baby enters Medical School.

If you want to have a moment of Deja Vu, go back in the archive to March 10, 2006.