Silicon Valley Redneck

Strange expression: "OK Boomer"

Huh.  I thought the denizens of OK were called Sooners?

But I guess Boomers settled there even sooner than the actual Sooners.  Which would make the youngest of them, what, 140 years old now, assuming he was an infant at the time?

So I suppose the term could apply to Okies who are 140 years old or so, or by extension to anyone who seems like an exceptionally old Okie...?

Kids these days.  You can never really tell what they're talking about.

What's wrong with this picture?

Spotted here:

Cute concept: check.

Muzzle discipline: check.

Trigger discipline: check.

Loader safety: RED ALERT!

... Yeah, been reading tractor manuals and watching safety videos.  This is solidly in "don't do that" territory, unless there's something other than the hydraulics keeping that loader raised.  Most of the time, you get away with it... but only most of the time.

Update:  As Rob points out in the comments, it's not, realistically, a big risk, on a one-time basis.  The likelihood of a catastrophic failure at any given moment is pretty darn small; you just don't want to make a habit of hanging around under loader buckets.

And we all do some risky stuff from time to time.  Like crossing the street, or trying to make friends with a barking German Shepherd.

Of warped minds and the little bears' room

Today's Bizarro reminds me of an idea I won't be using:

Back when we were real-estate shopping, and before we chose the particular place we did, I had this notion that my work area would likely be in a semifinished walk-out basement, in a foresty region.

And I had the notion of putting up signage for the restroom and the litter box, designating them for PRIMATES and FELIDS with suitable iconography (and, for the latter, a sign announcing that Employees must lick paws before returning to work).

Then the exit nearest the woods would obviously need a sign for URSIDS.

And, on that note, it's time to sign off and face the day (while resisting the temptations of whatever goblin chow may remain in the box by the front door - yeah, I wasn't here to answer the door yesterday evening; got back somewhat before the end of trick-or-treat hours, and crashed).