The Dartnel

 

April 28, 2006

 

LOST:  One mind.  Used to the point of exhaustion.  Driven only to church on Sundays.  If found, please return.  No reward offered, but will send nice note.  P1701

 

As most of you have noticed, this month has been (sadly) devoted to exploring my sense of humor.  Honestly, I wasn’t planning to post jokes and the like.  It’s simply that the funny stuff is all I’ve had to post.  To be honest, I usually make it up right off the top of my (shiny) head when I sit down to post a new Dartnel entry.  Also, while I’m being honest, that’s a really horrible shade of lipstick for you.  I mean, I understand the reasons for make-up, but you’ll need to do more than make up to get off the hook for this one!  Really, lime green lipstick?  Yeah, I can see you through your computer monitor.  (Not really, but I’m sure that there’s someone in the world who’s wearing lime green lipstick.)

 

On This Date:  It’s the Mutiny on the Bounty!  No kidding!  On April 28, 1789, Fletcher Christian led a mutiny on the HMS Bounty, which was three weeks into a voyage from Tahiti to the West Indies.  Christian and his 25 co-conspirators later unsuccessfully attempted to settle on the island of Tubuai, south of Tahiti.  The Bounty eventually found its way to Pitcairn Island.  John Adams (no relation to the two U.S. Presidents who shared the name, I believe), the only survivor of the original 26, was eventually granted amnesty by the British government in 1825.  As a side note, the Bounty’s original captain, William Bligh, suffered through three mutinies during his career.

 

Well, folks, I was overdue.  A theatrical performance that I was to be involved with has had a bad run of luck.  In fact, it has been cancelled.  This means that you will not have to suffer through my singing during Annie.  Unfortunately for us, a Broadway troupe is performing Annie this summer, so we can’t get the rights to it.  Hey, the other four performances I’ve been involved in have come together smooth as silk.  I can’t bring luck all the time!  Maybe this will open the door for our community theater to do a comedy.  I think I’d be dynamite in a comedy.  However, don’t think the general public is off the hook when it comes to my caterwauling… I mean, singing.  I’m singing at church this Sunday night.  I’m doing a solo and harmonizing on three other songs.  Deafness will surely result.  Finally, I’m substitute teaching a Sunday School children’s class, also this Sunday.  Children are so energetic.  I think I’ll let them run the show.  Nah, bad idea.

 

Speaking of bad ideas (and in defiance of corporate complaints), here’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  rebarbativeadj. meaning serving or tending to irritate or repel (pronounced ree-BAR-buh-tiv)

 

Be glad I didn’t go with “harridan.”

 

Darrell

 

April 22, 2006

 

In what continues to be a slow month for me, I am simply posting today to remind people that I am alive.  Seriously.  Mortuaries have been calling, trying to schedule my funeral.

 

Due to corporate complaints, I will no longer do the following things on this Web site:

One.                   I will no longer call my site visitors hobbledehoys.  (Especially not the ladies.)

Two.                 When using chicanery, I will not alert my site visitors that it’s coming.  HQ feels that it’s funnier if you don’t know what’s coming next.  BLAT!!!  HAVE SOME LEMON MERAIGNE PIE!!!

Three.           I will no longer waste valuable Web space with falsified stories (Dead Man Told to Stop Slacking Off at Work), made-up events (Happy Stan the Man Day, everybody!), made-up words (I’m a fudgeamaholic), Kilngon greetings (Qa’pla!), and/or stories about half-used tubes of toothpaste (which you’re all getting as birthday presents!).

Four.                I will not follow the Spell-check recommendation for substituting “Clinton” for “Klingon”.

Five.                 I will not make fun of the 42nd President of the United States.

Six.                      I will not make fun of the 69th President of the United States.

Seven.           I will not make up facts or claim that I invented the accrual method of accounting.  (It doesn’t help me meet women, anyway; they usually yawn and go to sleep.)

Eight.             I will not steal.  (Wait… isn’t that #8 on another list of ten instructions in some 66-volume collection?)

Nine.                I will no longer trash the Word of the Week.  It’s a valuable learning resource.  People stop me on the street, thanking me for providing them with an exciting way to expand their vocabulary.  Why, somebody told me the other day that their métier is teaching.

Ten.                   I will no longer pay any attention to corporate complaints.

 

Random Quote (Substituted for my Uplifting Thought):  Life is like a hot bath.  It feels good while you’re in it, but the longer you stay, the more wrinkled you get.  ~ Garfield the Cat (okay, it probably should be attributed to Jim Davis, but I digress in italics!)

 

I do have some news for you.  My car is in worse shape than I thought.  Apparently, it needs a new water pump.  The blasted thing can no longer hold water.  Kind of reminds me of myself after too much coffee, but I digress in normal type.  This, of course, puts a bit of a crimp in job search.  It’s kind of hard to find work when you have nothing to drive.

 

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for!  The critically acclaimed…

 

Word of the Week:  hortatoryadj. meaning marked by strong urging; serving to encourage or incite; as, "a hortatory speech” (pronounced HOR-tuh-tor-ee)

 

Count to ten and call me persnickety.

 

Darrell

 

April 13, 2006

 

Well, the life that isn’t is back with more happenings that aren’t.

 

I’m starting off this week with one of those oddball facts that probably is of interest only to me.  Even our crack editorial staff begged me not to mention this.  Hey, I’m real, and they’re not; I outrank them.  Eight days ago was April 5.  Twice during that day, this event happened:  The clock read 1:02:03.  (One o’clock, two minutes, and three seconds.)  That’s right; it was 01:02:03 on 04/05/06!  J

 

Not much is happening here.  For those of you who still care, I’m still looking for work.  I’m thiclose to swallowing my pride and applying for work at Wal-Mart.  (That wasn’t a typo; it’s the phrase “this close” with no space between words and no letter “s”.  Sorry if your name has an “s” in it.)  In the meanwhile, I’ve been behaving myself.  No, really!  I haven’t forced anybody to listen to my singing for weeks now!  (That changes the last Sunday of this month, but I digress.)  Sadly, my car may not make it.  The thing needs coolant in the radiator, and that may be the least of its problems.  As soon as I’m able, I’m replacing it with a newer model.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Don’t eat the yellow snow.  (I have no idea what this means, but I have it on word from reliable sources that this is funny.)

 

On This Date:  In 2003, it was April 13th.  At two points during the day, it was 04:13:03 on 04/13/03.  (Ehh…  Maybe I do need my vitamins every day.)

 

Before we move on to the Word of the Week (and I once again dodge tomatoes), I’ve got to gripe about gas prices.  I know I’ve done this before, but it’s ridiculous.  My view is that Big Oil, while raking in record profits, is taking steps to ensure that we’ll be paying $5 a gallon for regular unleaded before the year is up.  I’m sure that it’s just a coincidence that all the refineries are undergoing maintenance at the same time, causing gasoline prices to spiral out of control.  I also am sure that Elvis is cleaning restrooms at Wal-Mart.  (I’ll save my public restroom rant for another day.)  Frankly, higher gasoline prices are merely an additional tax on the lower-to-middle class.  Nobody in Washington, Republican or Democrat, seems to care.  They’d rather fight and basically tear the country apart (we’re in a political civil war) that focus on the needs of the American public.  We did not elect these politicians to work 35 days a year and do anything to keep their cushy jobs.  (For first-time visitors to The Dartnel, you should be made aware that there can be up to 47 rants in each paragraph.)  We need our government to work for us, not look out for their own best interests.  They’re all a bunch of rich, spoiled brats (okay, that’s an extreme overgeneralization, but the leadership of both parties seems to consist of these types of people) who don’t understand the plight of the commoner.  They need to do something to restore public trust, and clamping down on Big Oil would be a start.  (Hey, I managed to link two rants together in a somewhat intelligent way!)

 

Speaking of somewhat intelligent, if I were, you wouldn’t be getting the…

 

Word of the Week:  hobbledehoyn. meaning an awkward, gawky young fellow (pronounced HOB-uhl-dee-hoy)

 

If any of you send me an e-mail calling me a hobbledehoy, I’ll tell an extremely embarrassing story about you here on The Dartnel.  (No, I won’t; I’m too nice, awkward, and gawky.)

 

See you later!

 

Darrell

 

April 5, 2006

 

Sorry I didn’t post anything on Saturday.  I really wanted to post something completely nonsensical and obviously fake to celebrate the April Fools spirit.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t come up with anything.  I did find this news article, though.  I hope you enjoy.

 

Awards Go To Plummer, Smith, Others

 

 

Fri  Mar 31, 11:45 PM EST

 

 

DARTVILLE, Okla. – The 4th Annual Bad Webbing Awards were a huge success, even though this was the first time the event has actually been held.  Awards were given out for the worst in Web pages.  Category winners are as follows:

 

WORST WEB PAGE DESIGN:  Shows Productions, L.L.C.  Every page on this site has links to sales of two of the worst albums ever produced and mass-released:  William Shatner’s The Transformed Man and Stan Smith’s I Can Too Sing!  Buy My Album ‘Cause It’s Not As Bad As Capt. Kirk’s!  Also, all other links on the site point you to a page with video of a glasses-wearing thin guy talking about things that no one understands or cares about.

 

WORST WEB PAGE CONTENT:  The Dartnel.  Doesn’t this guy get it?  Nobody wants to read his nonsensical rants on unimportant things.  This guy needs to take a chill pill and relax.

 

WORST WEBMASTER:  tie, Darrell Plummer, Jr., and Stan Smith.  Plummer’s site looks decent enough, but there are no photos, the so-called humorous stories are as much fun as watching Al Gore talk about anything, and The Dartnel is simply plagiarized from the Statler Brothers’ website.  Smith’s site consists solely of ways to slack off at work and not get fired.  It is painfully obvious that this guy will never amount to anything.

 

WORST SITE UPDATING:  Darrell Plummer, Jr.  Why update a site when you’ve got nothing worth going to the trouble of updating the site?  At least Stan Smith’s updates (all two of them) are relevant.

 

WORST WEBSITE VIEWER:  tie, all 6 visitors to Darrell Plummer, Jr.’s website.  Honorable mention goes to those 3 people who actually ordered Shatner’s and Smith’s albums from Shows Productions, L.L.C.  You want a headache, pull an Uncle Fester and tighten a vise on your head.  Much less painful.

 

WORST WEBSITE BLOGGER:  All of them.  Quoth the raven, Nevermore.

 

BIGGEST WASTE OF TIME:  Moby Dick.  Yeah, I know it has nothing to do with Bad Webbing, but it’s such a dull read.  Granted, not as dull as Stan Smith’s autobiography, I’m Not As Dull As Regis Philbin (and Regis isn’t dull, by the way), but dull enough.

 

Now, for a very special, April-Fools-themed…

 

Word of the Week:  chicaneryn. meaning 1. The use of trickery or sophistry to deceive (as in matters of law); 2. A trick; a subterfuge (pronounced shih-KAY-nuh-ree)

 

Gotta go; I have to clear out space for all those Bad Webbing Trophies!

 

Darrell

 

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