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April 28, 2005
The last entry of
April, and I’m happy to be the one to make it.
Well, people keep dumping
their strays on us. Last month, after
Smokey left us, we took in a white cat.
I believe he was of the Burmese breed.
That lasted all of one week. The
cat, like his predecessor, had the unquenchable desire to go out. Therefore, we let him back out, with the
stipulation that he stay out, unlike his illustrious predecessor, who came in
and went out at his leisure. Shortly
thereafter, unlike his predecessor, he was run over by a car. There was also an orange cat that hung around
here for a while, but that one’s moved off.
Now, there’s a white dog hanging about.
For the last time, we need no new pets!
Today’s uplifting
thought from the Dartman: Things could
be worse. You could be forced to hear me
sing! (Wait a minute… Did I just insult myself?)
As many of you know,
I’m a few nuts shy of a fruitcake. That
being said, enough about my culinary problems.
Listening to my old Shows tapes (and I promise to explain the origin of
Shows later L), I realize that I was
definitely a few bricks shy of a load.
Enough about my masonry problems.
Right now, I’m listening to “live” coverage of a racquetball game that
took a turn for the bizarre. How many
people actually are run over by a diesel while playing racquetball? It’s played indoors, for crying out
loud! I was definitely on my way to the
funny farm in those days. Enough about
our class field trips in elementary school.
Today, I’m proud to say that I’m a little light in the loafers. Enough about these stupid jokes that I’m
making; it makes me look crazy.
Speaking
of crazy, it’s the…
Word of the Week: pusillanimous – adj. meaning lacking in courage and resolution; contemptibly fearful;
cowardly (pronounced pyoo-suh-LAN-uh-muhs)
I
have to go. I don’t want to, but all
this typing gives me sore feet.
Darrell
April 20, 2005
Yep, I’m still
posting my thoughts here, so there!
Wait… what am I saying? You’re
here to read my thoughts. I
shouldn’t taunt those of you kind enough to come visit me here at the on-line
home.
Well, tax season is
finally over. I am not at liberty to
discuss what I did during tax season, though.
Client confidence and all of that.
(I’ll fragment you, Stan!)
Let me just say that income tax accounting has supplanted governmental
accounting as my least favorite field of accounting. One of my favorite accounting professors at
NSU, Dr. Yeutter, once said that the two most difficult areas of accounting
were tax accounting and auditing. Both
play by different rules than most other forms of accounting. Personally, I think that figuring income
taxes is just too difficult for 99.9% of the population. I also think the government likes it that
way; they get to keep more of our money due to this unnecessarily complex tax
system. Get professional help! Who else but an accountant is going to know
the intricacies of capital gains taxation and income from property rental? (Fortunately, I didn’t have to deal with
that.)
Today’s uplifting
thought from the Dartman: Look both ways
before crossing the street. You don’t
want witnesses when the street punches your lights out!
For those of you who
care, I’m doing well. The one thing that
worries me is my memory. I have the
unnerving habit of putting some item down and then promptly forgetting either
(1) where I left it, or (2) that I put it down.
Thankfully, I haven’t locked my keys in the car lately. I don’t leave my wallet at home when I step
out on the town. I do, however,
sometimes forget what I’m doing. This
may be a problem if, in the next play I’m in, I get a big part. [I hope my director(s) is (are) not reading
this!] The mind is a tricky thing. I believe that we remember everything we are
exposed to: every detail, every sound, every smell, every sight,
everything. It’s when we have to recall
memories that we get into trouble.
Speaking of things
people don’t want to recall, it’s the…
Word of the Week:
fettle – n. meaning a state or condition of fitness
or order; state of mind; spirits – often used in the phrase “in fine fettle”
(pronounced FET-l)
I just need to come up with a sign-off.
Darrell
April 15, 2005
Special Entry
Monday, April 11, one of the true legends in Southern Gospel music died. George Younce, the bass singer for the Cathedral Quartet, has had health problems for the past several years. In a way, it is a blessing. Honestly, when I first learned of the news of Mr. Younce’s death, I was shocked. He’s pulled through so many things, come back from death’s door so many times… It was his time. Although I never met the man, I have a great respect and admiration for him. Besides, I’ll still have an opportunity to meet him “Beyond the Sunset” (one of the many songs that fit George to a tee). I’ve read over the years about how generous he was to his fans. He always gave of himself. I wish that I had written him a letter to tell him how much I enjoy his singing. Now he’s home, surrounded by friends who left here before him. Somewhere in Heaven, at some all-day gospel sing, George is once again teasing his good friend and singing partner of 35 years, Glen Payne. Someday, I’ll be there to witness it for myself.
April 11, 2005
Ten days? Where have I been? What have I been doing?
In a word: nothing.
Okay, so I’m
exaggerating. Truth is, there’s just not
much going on with me currently. I’m
still looking for work. I still miss my
cat, who’s been in my dreams every night since he left. I’m still trying to fix my Web page
stats. Incidentally, there will be a new
look to my home page shortly. It will be
a little more “busy.” Eventually, I hope
to add much-needed pictures to this Web site.
At the moment, though, I don’t have the means to do so. For that, I apologize.
Today’s uplifting
thought from the Dartman: Carpe
diem! (No, that doesn’t mean to
wear pants made from fish, Stan!)
Now for a humorous
trip into the past at my expense. This
happens to be one of those few memories I can actually remember, but oh
well… About my eighth birthday, my
family went down to the Broken Bow area.
(No, we didn’t see any Klingons!)
One of the big things for me was the opportunity to ride a real live
horse. I was excited, until I got on
the horse. This particular horse had the
approximate energy of a fat cat; in other words, he had no energy! This horse was perfectly content to stand
around with me on his back. (I’m using
“he” in the generic sense; I have no clue as to the horse’s gender. Of course, considering the energy
level…) The horse-riding guide (hey, I
can’t explain it better than that) had to drag that cotton-pickin’ horse up to
the front. That’s not the worst of
it. That horse left me a birthday
present! The next morning, my birthday,
I woke up only to discover a big, fat tick on my buttocks! Ever since, I have been extremely leery of
horses.
Speaking of things
to be leery of, it’s the…
Word of the Week: maudlin
- adj. meaning tearfully or excessively sentimental (pronounced MAWD-lin)
Your comments are
always welcome. Direct all insults to
Stan; that’s his purpose in life. (And
since he doesn’t exist…)
Darrell
April 1, 2005
Another month, another lack of things to say. I went to Ft. Smith Wednesday for fun. It’s nice to get out and, basically, window-shop. I did find a video that I wanted for the low, low price of $5! That was about it. A word of advice: In warm weather, do NOT drive a great distance in a car that does not have (1) a working air conditioner and (2) working windows. Trust me, it’s not pleasant!
The job search continues to crawl along. There are times I wonder. Ah, well. I still expect to have something before my next birthday. Sometimes it doesn’t seem fair. You go to college, you graduate near the top of your class, you get your degree, and you can’t find work. Did I ever mention this? I have an account at Monster.com. It seems that every accounting job that comes up, even the entry-level jobs, require the applicant to have at least two years’ accounting experience! How in the name of sanity can I get two years’ accounting experience when I can’t even get hired because every job requires two years’ accounting experience? These darn paradoxes are getting to me! If Picard could solve one, why can’t I?
Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman: This journal is actually ghostwritten by a person in South Taiwan named Ktjhdvciurehf Ljhvuerfb. The HTML coding is handled by a person from West India named Ydhfuefhjkdfniuf Okhveyrvgsndud. Finally, site promotion is handled by a person from Central Oklahoma named Stan Smith, also called Ubfdghfhfjhur. (What you have just read is a pile of lies. This Web site is owned, operated, and maintained by yours truly, the Dartman. This is simply a commentary on job outsourcing.)
Allow me to share a tip with you. When leaving your automobile, make sure you have your keys with you. This past Monday, I once again managed to lock myself out of the car. This time, I left my keys in the passenger seat! This is getting embarrassing. I don’t want to hear another word about this, so I have had the courts place a gag order on Stan. He violates it, he goes to live with Ashley and her husband in Japan. (Sorry, Ashley, but we took a vote!)
Now, for the much-dreaded…
Word of the Week: jape –
intransitive v. meaning “to joke; to jest”; transitive v. meaning “to make fun
of; to mock”; n. meaning 1. A joke or jest; 2. A trick or prank (pronounced
JAYP)
Actually,
considering what day it is, this is a rather appropriate Word of the Week!
Now, to find the
Golden Tribble…
Darrell