…but it’s pretty darn funny. Thanks to Good for the link.

Being a SPUD kinda girl married to a Wal-Mart kinda guy can lead to occasional foot stomping, name calling, and tooth gnashing. Are SPUD shoppers spoiled snobs, or are Wal-Mart shoppers brazen consumerists? Is the freezer intended for frozen blueberries, or frozen pizza? These are serious marital issues, especially when SPUD girl gets hypocritically hungry for pizza in the middle of the night…

Can the gap be bridged?

Well, I saw this article on Treehugger the other day, about how fantastically well Wal-Mart is doing with its environmental goals. Yup. You heard that right. Treehugger, Wal-Mart, and fantastic all in the same sentence. And, because Min bought organic ground pork at Whole Foods this week (without me even present!), I might tell him about the article.

I might.

In case you’re like me, and instantly develop stomach cramps whenever you see an election ad, I bring you this collection of comic relief.

This is the part I added to a form letter from the Sierra Club, about a mega-development planned for north of Sooke, on Vancouver Island. You can send your own e-mail here, with only a couple clicks of the mouse. You don’t have to add the part about protecting the mud wasps.

I hiked the Juan de Fuca trail the first summer it opened, at the end of my university years. The trail was… almost ready. Hiking it involved climbing through splits in enormous tree trunks, scaling a few cliffs, and failing to avoid a mud wasp nest. To find the trailhead, we flagged down a passing surfer, who pulled over his VW Van and said, “It’s down a really knarly logging road, dude.” To this day, it’s one of the most memorable hikes in my life. I’ve returned many times, though I now live in Vancouver. Sombrio is one of my favourite camping destinations, and just this spring we took my four-year-old on a “hike” down to Botantical Beach.

And I already have mayors e-mailing me back. We’re like this now. Seriously. Soon, we’ll probably be facebook friends.

I am a diehard CBC fan. It keeps me thinking and it gives me warm Canadian fuzzies, in alternating doses. I know there are certain friends out there (those whose names rhyme with Bacqui and Barl, for example) who once publicly vowed never to marry anyone who didn’t listen to CBC. Then there’s the friend who sexted with Jian Gomeshi (True story.) (Well, okay, maybe a much exaggerated story. But it’s better that way.)

In honor of such high-minded values, I give you the petition created by Friends of Canadian Broadcasting:

I love my neighbours dearly, but I think I may have to move before I die of embarrassment. Look what appeared in front of our duplex this weekend:

Maybe I’ll talk to the movie producers on the other side of the fence and see if they can arrange an “Any Alternative” sign with a flashing marquee.

The Guardian has posted this amazing slideshow of images by Mitch Epstein, who just won a big-shot photography prize for his collection on American energy production and use. The whole picture-is-worth-a-thousand-words formula applies here. This is the sort of photography that could make writers obsolete.