Opinion

They buried the apostrophe the other day. He was a tiny little fellow, made even smaller by being curled up like that, so it didn’t take much to build the coffin. The only problem was, nobody knew where to put it. How appropriate.

Stuff and junk, two words that make many of us shudder, started their etymological journey as straightforward names for simple things.

When I was in Grade 6, I volunteered to join the school patrol program. On my allocated day of the week, I would stand at an intersection either before or after school, wearing a reflective vest and holding a stop sign.

Just before the last question period of the fall sitting of the legislature began, Speaker Darryl Plecas offered an observation.

Look, when it snows in Metro Vancouver I am just as freaked out as the next person. The idea of a snowmageddon (snowpocalypse?) keeps me awake at night, probably because I live on Burnaby Mountain.

Editor: An open letter to Justin Trudeau, Prime Minister of Canada: When your government retreated from its promise of electoral reform in time for the 2019 election, you referred to a lack of consensus, implying that consultations would continue.

The game is called: What Do You Do? What Do You Do when your largest trading partner says no and your second-largest says yes? What Do You Do when one of your intelligence agencies says sure and another one says surely not? What Do You Do when the ge

Editor: On the BC NDP’s relationship with public school teachers, columnist Keith Baldrey remarks on “the reality that the party seems to have accepted” (NDP unperturbed by BCTF attacks, Nov. 28).

“It’s Black Friday tomorrow,” she said. “Awesome,” I replied. “You make the popcorn. I’ll call up YouTube.” Nothing makes a self-righteous Canadian feel as smugly superior as videos of the annual retail riots south of the border. Gunfights.

Sometime just before 2 p.m. Wednesday, everyone’s smartphone will deliver an ominous tone alerting us to a disaster.