Be humble

Who made the complaint to the Auditor General which led to the RCMP criminal investigation of the Polar mess.  More importantly, ask yourself why?  What is the real agenda for lodging the complaint?

Oh my, words of wisdom..

Following a link that appeared on Rukavina’s site, I followed a few more and landed at gapingvoid.  Great site!  As a chronic observer of marketing, I was intrigued by the following comment:

Because the best advertising is not word of mouth. The best advertising is “Disrupting Markets”.

What does disrupting markets mean? It means going into a market and changing the rules of the game.

Here’s some examples:

Henry Ford disrupting the idea that automobiles had to be expensive luxury items only for the very well-off.

Starbucks disrupting the idea that fast food (or fast coffee) had to be served in depressing environments with orange and yellow furniture and flourescent lights that made you want to flee them within 10 minutes.

Harley Davidson disrupting the idea that bikes had to be cheap and Japanese.

Apple disrupting thre idea that computers had to be large mainframes. iPod disrupting the idea that people wouldn’t pay for downloads. Linux disrupting the idea that software is something you have to pay for

The complete article is here and is a good read.  The cartoons at this site are, by themselves, going to keep me going back.

From the CBC:

Fear that the lists would became a haven for party hacks has become a major component of the no campaign.

Which is why I will vote no.  I continue to be disappointed by my MLA, Beth MacKenzie, who refuses to state her position on the PR issue.  My disappointment extends to all elected politicians who refuse to state their opinion. 

At 16 months, it can be hard for a puppy to learn patience.  In this image, Dax is waiting her turn to go into the obedience ring.

Dax is working on her CD (Companion Dog) obedience certificate and what a difference a day can make.  Friday was a day to be Ms. Clown dog.  Sniff the judge, sniff interesting things on the floor and my favourite, in the middle of an off-lead exercise, decide it is a good time to jump up and try to grab Herself from the back.  (sigh) - she was so proud of herself and just happy to be a dog. 

Saturday was another day.  She hit every exercise (almost) perfectly and scored 190 1/2 out of a possible 200.  This gains her second leg of a required 3.  With that score, she was awared high score in class.

The best part of the day was to meet Dylan (’V’ BSS CH Dylan von Norlandzwinger Schh2), who is campaigning the circuit from Manitoba.  Dylan is Dax’s daddy and he is magnificent.  His pictures do not do him justice.  He is 110 pounds of black and tan muscle.  At 7 years old he is in his prime.  As I approached him, he looked up, gave me a big dog smile and started licking my hand.  When I sat beside him, he crawled up in my lap to get a better lick.  He is one of the kindest and happy male Sheps I have met.  Dylan is German bred, which means he does not exhibit the American bred refinement.  The German bred Shep is a little rougher, stronger and presents a strong no-nonsense appearance.  Little wonder, Dax loves everyone and everything.  She has good genes.  There was another Dylan offspring there (a grand son) and he has all the “happy to be a dog” approach that Dax has.

Dylan is for sale for the sum of $20,000.  At stud fee of $1,000 per, it would not take long to earn the money back.  If I had the cash and a bigger house, Dylan would be joining the pack.

This weekend was also an invitational championship.  All Atlantic puppies that won a best in group over the season where invited to compete for best puppy in show.  What a wonderful group of dogs.  The best of the best.  Dax was entered in herding group and is shown here warming up for the group.

She showed flawlessly.  Moved with the best and had attitude to spare.  Alas, the judges thought others were more deserving, so it was not her day.

Keeping an eye on us all was Samantha - a great large beast with a kind face and personality to match.  She too gained a leg on her obedience certificate.

Another perspective on the Avian Flu.

To be spoken aloud each evening when retiring.

To all my friends.. are you tired of all those namby, pamby, girly, sissy, completely wet “friendship” poems, that never come close to reality?

To my friends:

1 . When you are sad - I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.
2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile - I will know you’ve finally got laid.
4. When you are scared - I will tease the crap out of you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to stop your bloody whining.
6 . When you are confused - I will use little words.
7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again, don’t want whatever you have.
8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

Thanks Mur!