They End Up In Landfill

I fell for the Bucket Of Steam In The Basement while working as a young teen at a supermarket.

Sparks go in the recycling. Everyone knows that.

This:
https://educationpost.org/if-you-really-want-to-make-a-difference-in-black-lives-change-how-you-teach-white-kids/
is one of the more cretinous articles you’re likely to read today.

one of the more cretinous articles you’re likely to read today
“My head filled with black smoke.”
An Ostentatious Capitalisation Opportunity spurned there, I feel.

I thought it would be ‘Cheekies’ that would be the problem…
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8955597/Outrage-Allens-non-racist-lollies-Redskins-named-serial-killer.html

Dehydrated water
ID10T form
Left handed smoke shifter
Bacon stretcher (buddy of mine actually came back with one of these in Boy Scout camp)
100 feet of shore line
Do you know Watana Siam?
Mike Hunt, etc.

At my first scout camp well over 50 years ago I was sent to the stores to request two skyhooks and some benzene rings to hang from them.

Driving instructor to first time driver:
“Keep your eyes on the road, you wouldn’t want to hit a dickfor”
First time driver:
“What’s a dickfor?”
Driving instructor:
“That’s a talk you’ll have to have with your father.”

First time I’ve seen a spark arrester in action!

First time I’ve seen a spark arrester in action!
Image trying to get the tiny little cuffs on them.

I somehow doubt that Ms Webber will ever pause to consider the possibility…
Yes, quite.
[T]here are prefectly cromulent reasons to get an air ambulance.
I know. My post was an attempt at a joke.

At the newspaper where I worked, youngsters were sent on their first day to stores to get a box of mixed half-tone dots.
This brings back memories. The paste-up people would mess with the newbie advertising people in this way. They would tell the newb,who was clearing the paper for the first time, that one of the ads needed more half-tone dots. So they’d send them to the photo-mech department to ask for half-tone dots. The photo-mech person would ask them what size was required, number 3s, 4s or 5s. The newb would dutifully return with his question. The paste-up person would then say a number that hadn’t been given and send the newb back. This would go on for as long as the fish kept the hook in his mouth.

I remember calling my Warrant Officer over to the window and asking him why there were 2 young men in full NBC rig struggling towards the MT carrying a number of what looked like empty bin bags. Turns out it was the 2 ACs biffed off basic Regt training whom the armourers had told to take a few bags of contaminated air to the Med Centre…

told to take a few bags of contaminated air to the Med Centre
Heh. Pranking the noobie is usually a form of bonding. An initiation into the club, as it were. It tends to be a male thing, so far as I can tell. I’m not sure what the female equivalent is.

A local one where I grew up was ‘go to the front counter and get a jar of compressed air.’

I’m not sure what the female equivalent is.
If she’s younger/slimmer/prettier, 10 years of bitching.

And those most eager to carry on the tradition usually come from the ranks of those who have been pranked.
Yes. Beyond a certain age, exposing a guy’s enthusiasm for these things or even hazing in general seems to serve its own purpose. The casual “go fetch a…” especially in context of getting newbie out of your hair for 20 minutes is all in good fun. And anything ORIGINAL must be used. It would be a sin not to. But when a guy exhibits a certain enthusiasm for such hazing, it serves to warn the other in-group members to not give that guy any more power than necessary. Ironically, this is why we NEED hazing.

Women, however, are at a particular disadvantage when it comes to farming equipment.
From the photo attached to the article, you can see that the farmer is using a Series 3 compact utility tractor. It’s a 25-30 horsepower tractor marketed to hobby farmers and people with lots of landscaping to tend. Perhaps not fair to call it an overgrown lawnmower, but nobody from the Midwest is going to recognize it as a “real” tractor.
For comparison, my sainted aunt Maxine (God rest her soul) helped my uncle with the farm chores for decades, until he mangled his right hand in a PTO incident. After wrestling with a 185hp Intl Harvester tractor and implements for so many years, her new job at the state penitentiary seemed like a walk in the park. And when your nickname is “Mad Max the Battle Axe,” you can keep the hazing to a minimum.
There’s a reason why German farmers won’t even look at a woman under 12 stone.

Nothing is too good for our betters.

I thought biological sex was a myth?
What is true is flexible, to the degree that twisting it might provide advantages.

Speaking of transgender dramas.
And do take a peek at the associate professor’s choice of staff photo.

👀
It positively shrieks professionalism.

And do take a peek at the associate professor’s choice of staff photo.
It positively shrieks professionalism.
It shrieks other things, too. Note how “she”, like so many transgender “women”, behaves like a caricature of a real woman.

A guy I knew was in the Royal Navy. On his ship a petty officer was called ‘Tug’ and when his ship was one day being towed into an American harbour by a US navy tug, one of the old hands remarked to a young, new officer: “That boat’s got the same name as our petty officer.”
The new officer would stare disbelievingly at a typically semi-exotic name on the stern on the boat in front and say, “What, that’s the petty officer’s name?”
“Yes, sir. Tug,” csme the weary reply.

Tug
Heh…for some reason, and it’s not clear why, but I’m reminded of my early career launching Space Shuttles at KSC. One long, boring night in the launch control room we were perusing a photo album that was left behind at one of the consoles. It contained pictures of the pilot/cdr positions in the orbiter cockpit to help the person sitting at the console better understand exactly what/where controls were when conversing over the network with whomever might be working in the cockpit. Anyway, there were two (IIRC) foot lever looking devices underneath the console that perhaps (?) looked like they might be manual overrides for controlling the ailerons(?), as one might find in an airplane. Anyway, we were speculating until one young lady that we worked with stopped by and my buddy…I think…had her going that one of those pedals was the clutch. To this day, I’m still not sure who was pulling whose leg.

Speaking of transgender dramas.
I’m currently reading Abigail Shrier’s book. It is thoughtful, informative and also makes clear the difference between actual trans people and those who engage in it as performative art. The latter being Woke Activists who run the “T” of LGBT as a cult.
Shrier even uses the quote in the link about the “posthumous transing of famous gender-defiant women” actually erasing the achievements of women. “T”s like Lavery actually make a very narrow, highly stereotyped category for “women” … any deviation from that box then makes one “trans” or “queer” but definitely not a woman.

Pranking the noobie is usually a form of bonding.
It seems like it’s reserved for blue collar environments. I’ve never seen it in any of the offices I’ve worked in. I suspect it’s because being chronically understaffed, any of those workplaces would have fired someone who wasted that much employee time in that manner (it’s also possible that employees in tech environments are more sensitive to this sort of thing and thus it’s not part of the workplace culture).
nobody from the Midwest is going to recognize it as a “real” tractor
Dig into the article. The Stunning and Brave women run a ten-acre locally-sourced, organic, free-range ethical blah blah blah hobby farm. I feel this photo sums up the nature of their business. Their experience with farm equipment is not representative.
Hugh Sheridan musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch cancelled after outrage from transgender activists
There’s probably a down side I’m not seeing.

Daniel – “This photo”
Megan Rapinoe’s latest makeover?

Rap? Scoring last pool match. This beauty comes up on the jukebox…but great, now back to rap. Western civilization is a disgrace, no matter what direction it’s coming from.
https://youtu.be/WslLH7lEJ1g

Now it’s a wonderful country tune called “I Sucked Another Dick Last Night” by some guy named Wheeler something. Google the lyrics. I wasn’t real clear on some of them.

“two (IIRC) foot lever looking devices underneath the console that perhaps (?) looked like they might be manual overrides for controlling the ailerons(?)”
Rudder pedals – for controlling the rudder; and on more traditional aircraft, they also apply the brakes.