The long-awaited colossal takedown of CBC Comedy. Courtesy of Tristin Hopper at the National Post: an attempt to dissect what’s wrong with the CBC's slapdash satirical news stories. Hopper also devised a quiz comparing real CBC Comedy headlines to fake ones—which some impassioned defenders absurdly saw as joke theft.

“Is the sun rising or setting on the CBC?” This month's Walrus cover feature, by former CBC staffer Tom Jokinen, peers into the Ceeb's struggle to adapt to Snapchat and cuddle up to young YouTube. The obsession with digital metrics appears to be stifling those in broadcasting. One producer wistfully asks, “Are we even making radio anymore?”

“When a newspaper advances the position that I’m biologically less adept at tech, I become biologically incapable of renewing my subscription.” A tart tweet from Globe and Mail columnist Tabatha Southey was referencing sexual neuroscientist Debra Soh's piece on the now-infamous Google memo. (Soh's take was more compatible with Margaret Wente's latest: "Nerdy guy writes memo; world has nervous breakdown.") “Neither I nor the #googlememo #GoogleManifesto suggest that women are less adept at tech,” replied Soh. “Both discuss interest, not abiilty." And now more readers know her name:

Who wants to demolish the inside of the Ontario Place pods? Bids are now being taken on a contract to tear apart the insides of two of the three-storey pods designed by Eb Zeidler. (The work is part of the slow-moving plan to overhaul the park.) But the Cinesphere will be briefly recommissioned in September for screenings of 1971's 18-minute North of Superior during TIFF. (The film fest will also again be hated by the TTC for re-routing the King streetcar for the sake of brand activations.)

A traipse through Honest Ed’s ghost town. All the signs are down at the department store, with the most salvageable one set to shine again behind the Ed Mirvish Theatre. Meanwhile, the Victorian runins of Markham Street are strewn with graffiti and weeds—though security officers working for developer Westbank don’t appear averse to urbex tourists:

No Name overrides a bad name. Galen Weston Jr. keeps being hammered for comments that mimimum wage hikes will contribute to a “financial headwind” at Loblaw. So, he’s surely pleased by the distraction of revived interest in his company's generic brand. Store managers were allegedly warned about a rush of No Name photographers:

The real-life “Sgt. Stedenko” dead at 79. The name of the narc character from a 1973 Cheech and Chong skit, later played on screen by Stacy Keach, was a tribute to an actual RCMP officer: Abe Snidanko, infamously hated by hippies for his enforcer role in the Vancouver drug squad. Tommy Chong’s after-hours club was a recurring target; later, the narcotics office asked him to autograph an Up in Smoke poster for Snidanko’s retirement. (“So I did and apparently Abe wasn’t too pleased.”)