Given the sheer acreage of marijuana consumed by this paper's staff—not to mention its readers—on a yearly basis, I suppose it was only a matter of time until The Stranger stooped so low as to cobble together a special package on the "sport" of snowboarding. Indeed, from what I've been able to grasp about the activity, reckless pot consumption is as important to the "sport" as snow and gravity. In my day, hopheads were kept strictly marginalized; today they're not only glorified and given their own print outlet, they can lay claim to a sport—an Olympic-recognized one at that. So to all those who squint at The Stranger's pages through a waft of bong smoke on a weekly basis, take heart: This week's feature package—littered with such abusers of both cannabis and grammar as DAN SAVAGE, CHRISTOPHER FRIZZELLE, and ERICA C. BARNETT—is for you. Elsewhere in the issue: JEN GRAVES, normally the shrewdest of critics, spills gallons of near-impenetrable ink on Seattle's new sculpture park; JOSH FEIT—whose ridiculously named CounterIntel column (Counter to what? Rational thought?) has been perplexingly renamed OlyIntel—pontificates yet again on the evils of the Grand Old Party; and MICHAEL ATKINSON—arguably the only film critic of note in The Stranger's stable of critical misery—pens an engaging dissection of David Lynch's latest overpraised lump of celluloid.