The nagging question this blog may never answer is why people like us are entertained by the thoughts of others (you’re reading the thoughts of “That Idiot Lacks “C0mM0n $eNse””
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Safety’s An Echo Chamber
When I was a kid, one of the perks of visiting my Grandparents was the fact they had cable. When my brother and I would “Safety’s An Echo Chamber”
A Tractor, An Idiot, and a Dust Mask
Spoiler alert: I’m the idiot in this story… I have to admit I’ve been pretty delinquent with posts lately. With so much happening day to “A Tractor, An Idiot, and a Dust Mask”
You Talkin’ (safety) To Me?
Algorithms are weird Yet, it seems we live our lives by them. No matter the application, we’re glued to devices that interpret us and feed “You Talkin’ (safety) To Me?”
Zero Tolerance: Like Drinking Bleach to Cure a Cold
Any time I teach an orientation or introduction course (in any subject) I tell my airplane story. To be fair, that’s actually inaccurate. Because it’s “Zero Tolerance: Like Drinking Bleach to Cure a Cold”
Fly Like A Safety Eagle! (Just Don’t Crash & Burn)
I went to college during the era of the indie-guitar douche-bag singer-guy (extra hyphens for you Nate). Everyone knew at least one. He was the “Fly Like A Safety Eagle! (Just Don’t Crash & Burn)”
Stop Calling It A Safety Incident!
Sticks and stones are painful, but WORDS are deadly too. I’ll admit I’m a little more sensitive to word choices than most. Your average Joe “Stop Calling It A Safety Incident!”
And Now… For Something Entirely Different
Relentless Safety is a journey, not a number (metric) Throughout my writing on this site (and my book) I’ve explored themes of poor safety practices “And Now… For Something Entirely Different”
My Wife Tried To Murder Me… With MURDER Scrub!
Coconut oil scrub to be exact, but first things first… I’m a magnet for strange. Anyone who’s read many of my stories or my book “My Wife Tried To Murder Me… With MURDER Scrub!”
Safety Whack-A-Mole… Blindfolded
Sorry, Jason. She’s going to need bed rest!!!! I’d been sitting in a crowded waiting room for hours with Julie, one of the executive assistants “Safety Whack-A-Mole… Blindfolded”