Was down by the lake Wednesday, and took pictures of the ice fishing huts.
Guilty Pleasures – Scientology
Everyone has their guilty pleasures. One of mine is watching the Church of Scientology. They are so weird…
Sad Puppies 3

If you are a fan, you probably know what the Hugo Awards are. At least I hope you know…
It’s the Economy
DeChroming my Life

A while back I switched to Google Chrome, because Firefox was having issues.
Today I switched back to Firefox because Google Chrome is having issues.
Isn’t life fun?
Regards
Wayne Borean
Saturday February 7, 2015
Market Share vs Total Units Sold
Here’s an important point – sometimes market share isn’t all that important.
Apple – An Analysis

There was a discussion on the Communities Dominate Brands blog, Baron95 (don’t know his/her real name) and Tomi Ahonen were discussing Apple. It was obvious that there were a couple of things about Apple that they were missing, so I’m writing this as an explanation.
New York Police and Broken Windows Policing
The New York police are taking part in a job action. Numbers of arrests have dropped considerably over the last couple of weeks.
Possibly the police believe that serious crime will increase, giving them negotiating leverage.
But…
Continue reading “New York Police and Broken Windows Policing”
2015 and a Federal Election
Yep, it’s 2015, and we have a Federal Election coming. Gotta love elections, they are soooo much fun to write about.
What I can tell you right now is that all four National parties are screaming for cash (the Bloc Quebecois isn’t a national party since they only run candidates in Quebec). The Greens are the big loser on the money front, but they only have two MPs, so that isn’t surprising.
The Conservatives and the Liberals seem intent on playing Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. At some point I may see a real difference in their platforms, at present, well, the only discernible difference is the party colours.
It’s going to be a fun year.
Oh, and the Yanks have an election too. I’ll have fun skewering every politician in sight.
Regards
Wayne Borean
Thursday January 1, 2015
A Christmas Short Story
Santa was in trouble. Just north of Cobalt Ontario, Prancer lost a shoe. Santa needed to land the sleigh. Now.
Below he spotted a clearing in the bush. There was a house, the windows still lit. Good.
With care, he slid the sleigh into a turn, and landed. Very carefully. Unfortunately at the very edge of the bush. He sighed, and looked at the long walk to the house, through snow drifts that looked taller than he was.
He stumbled off the sleigh, into snow that was almost up to his waist. Ugh. Slowly he struggled forward to let the reindeer loose from their harnesses. Then he heard the wolves. This was not good.
Just as he got the last reindeer unhitched, the first of the wolves crept out of the forest. Santa struggled back to the sleigh, and consulted his list. Right. Billy got a baseball bat. He quickly pulled it out of his bag of toys. Luckily the wolves were having nearly as much trouble in the deep snow as he was.
Santa waved the bat and shouted. The wolves didn’t look impressed. Not at all. And there was a lot of them. At least twenty. Not good at all. Reindeer knew how to handle wolves, but not that sort of a crowd!
Then he heard growling. From behind.
Santa turned quickly, and saw an enormous golden dog, with a curled tail, bounce over the sleigh. It got between the wolves and the reindeer, and stood, hackles up, growling most ferociously.
Some of the wolves retreated. The biggest, probably the pack leader, didn’t. The pack leader, and the big dog had a staring contest.
Suddenly, there was a blur, and the big dog had the pack leader on his back, on the ground. The other wolves scattered.
“Good dog!” came from behind. Santa looked back over his shoulder, at a huge man, dressed in a red and blacked checked coat, on snow shoes, carrying a rifle across his arm.
The dog growled, again. Louder. Santa turned, and saw him back up a bit. A moment later, the wolf pack leader staggered to his feet, and ran off into the bush.
The dog trotted over, and sat beside the huge man, tongue lolling out. The man laughed. “Good dog Mark, I didn’t even need my rifle,” and petted the panting dog on his head. He then turned, and said, “Merry Christmas Santa Claus!”
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I wrote this last year, and forgot to put it up. I’m a bit late this year, but better late than never. Hope you enjoy it.
Regards
Wayne Borean
Saturday December 27, 2014