The Dartnel

 

August 31, 2006

 

Occasionally, I like to share some interesting stories that I come across.  I’ve done it, I think, once in the 20-month history of the Dartnel.  (Twice, if you think my “April Fools’” story this year was real.)  Well, I’ve come up with a couple of doozies that I’d like to share with you.  This first one is quite intriguing.  It proves that… well, read it for yourself and decide.

CNN anchor goes live, from the ladies’ room

NEW YORK | Kyra Phillips, anchor of CNN’s “Live From…,” unwittingly upstaged President Bush’s speech in New Orleans with on-the-air analysis of her husband and the marriage of her brother — live from a CNN restroom.

Unaware that her wireless microphone was “live” during her break, Phillips could be heard overriding Bush’s prepared address Tuesday. In conversation with an unidentified woman, Phillips dismissed most men with a vulgar term, but called herself “very lucky in that regard. My husband is handsome and he is genuinely a loving — you know, no ego — you know what I’m saying? Just a really passionate, compassionate, great, great human being.”

A few moments later, she observed that “brothers have to be, you know, protective. Except for mine. I’ve got to be protective of him. … His wife is just a control freak.”

At that point, another voice cut in: “Kyra.”

“Yeah, baby?” Phillips replied.

“Your mic is on. Turn it off. It’s been on the air.”

CNN anchor Daryn Kagan broke into the telecast with a recap of what Bush had been saying. Phillips later apologized to viewers “for an issue we had with our mics.”

We actually had issues with microphones in Hello, Dolly! last year.  Same type of thing, someone would go to the bathroom, not realizing that their microphone was on.  In our case, and I’m sure in CNN’s case, too, it was the job of the audio crew to turn the microphones off when people were off-stage.  In fact, we were specifically instructed not to turn our mics off ourselves.  Of course, since I was non-speaking, I didn’t have that problem.  Just lucky, I guess.

 

Now for further proof of the old Kilngon proverb, Revenge is a dish that is best served cold.  (Not only did they steal our Shakespeare, they also steal our Melville, too!  At least, I assume it was Melville who came up with that one…)

DON'T MESS WITH MICKELSON

By DOUG FERGUSON, AP Golf Writer
August 29, 2006

Pete Bender learned the hard way not to mess with Phil Mickelson.

Three years ago, when Bender was the caddie for Rocco Mediate, he found slugs on the cart path during a practice round at Kapalua and put some on the seat of Mickelson's cart as a joke. Little did he know that Lefty would be so engaged in conservation that he would sit down without seeing them.

Squish.                

Mickelson promised he would get even, and he delivered in a big way after the third round at Firestone.

Bender, now working for Aaron Baddeley, came off the course Saturday and was promptly greeted by a police officer who told him he was under arrest for at outstanding warrant. Bender's face turned white, and before he knew what was happening, he was in the back seat of a squad car.

After the players signed their cards, Mickelson and Baddeley went over to check on him. Now, Bender was in a position of trying to explain why he had been arrested. He pleaded with the officer to explain the charge.

Illegal transportation of snails on a golf course.

Bender knew he had been had.

Mickelson got his revenge.

I’ve posted some interesting things on Dartnel Lite, if anybody’s interested in my blog over there.  You’ll find my thoughts on Pluto being demoted from planet status there, as well as why sometimes it’s a blessing to be unobservant.

 

Now, here’s my favorite, the…

 

Word of the Week:  sui generisadj. meaning being the only example of its kind; constituting a class of its own; unique (pronounced soo-eye-JEN-ur-us or soo-ee-JEN-ur-us)

 

Latin makes my knees ache.

 

Darrell

 

August 18, 2006

 

One quick word of caution.  Darrell has not been feeling well lately.  He’s been referring to himself in the third person, for one.  Second, he now claims that his name is Wendell Quizzler.  Third, he’s not actually writing this; the maintenance of the Dartnel has, like everything else in America, been outsourced to India.  Fourth, this entire paragraph is a complete lie!  Come on; you’ve read the Dartnel before.  You know I pull stunts like this from time to time!

 

I am quite well, thank you very much.  My back is back to pre-Annie strength.  My knees are also back to pre-Annie strength, which isn’t saying much.  Honestly, I wonder if I underwent knee surgery when I was a toddler.  There are what appear to be two scars on the insides of my bony excuses for knees, although they’re probably veins or arteries.  Point is, my knees act as though they’re 138 years old!  There are days they scream bloody murder at me for having the gall to walk around!  Ah, well.  I should be thankful I have the ability to walk.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Wait half an hour before swimming if you’ve just eaten.  Of course, if you’re going swimming in the East River while wearing “cement overshoes”, it’d probably be best to stay out of the water altogether!  (As if you’d have a choice, and I will be hearing from somebody about this later.)

 

Superstition Principle:  I went on another job interview Wednesday.  I don’t mind telling you, I’m getting a bit antsy about this.  It’s been nearly three years since I graduated from NSU, which at this point might as well mean No Success University.  (Well, I thought it was clever, and I’ll be hearing from somebody about that later.)  By the way, for those of you worried about me, no, I did not drive my non-air conditioned car to Ft. Smith Wednesday!  (By the way, if I didn’t mention it, it has been repaired.)

 

For those of you who wonder about the differences between the Dartnel and Dartnel Lite, check out Dartnel Lite and see for yourself.  On that blog, I stay on one subject per entry, whereas on the Dartnel, I usually change topics several times per paragraph!  Slight exaggeration, I admit, but I do focus on multiple topics per Dartnel entry.  In addition, on Dartnel Lite, you won’t get my uplifting thoughts or the omnipresent…

 

Word of the Week:  adumbrate - transitive v. meaning 1. To give a sketchy or slight representation of; to outline; 2. To foreshadow in a vague way; 3. To suggest, indicate, or disclose partially; 4. To cast a shadow over; to shade; to obscure (pronounced AD-uhm-brayt or uh-DUHM-brayt)

 

Yeah, a lot of definitions, but with the lack of Dartnel updates, you should have plenty of time to learn all of them!

 

Adios!

 

Darrell

 

August 3, 2006

 

We set a record last month!  There were only 2 entries in the Dartnel all of July!!!  Of course, with Dartnel Lite up now, most of my nonsensical ramblings are being posted there, so maybe we can call it a push.  Go ahead; click on the above link.  It’s daring you to!

 

We are finished with Hello, Dolly! … err, I mean Annie.  (I KNEW it was only a matter of time before he goofed on that one!)  Okay…  To answer the obvious question, no, I wasn’t playing a drunk!  That’s not the reason I fell on my back and skidded across the stage, no matter what the director says!  (Seriously, I am in soooooooooooooooo much trouble if she ever, ever, ever stumbles across the Dartnel and reads the entries for the past couple of months.  Then again, I already am in trouble, so maybe it makes no difference.)  Back to the back skid.  That was something I came up with to make my character seem less static.  That, and acting as though I was completely disgusted by the thought of a woman coming on to me.  Did anybody see my face?  You’d think I was about to vomit!  (This will all be erased later.)  Unfortunately, the back skid didn’t come without its own set of problems.  The first two performances, it went fine.  People even thought I did a masterful job of covering, thinking my back skid was by accident!  The final performance, though, I went down funny.  I bumped my bony excuse for a back.  After I got off stage, I got into a corner and for the next five minutes winced in pain.  Yeeouch!

 

On This Date:  Here’s a good on.  On August 3, 1492, Christopher Columbus set off on his first, ill-fated trip to India.  As you all know, he set sail from Spain, heading west, in an attempt to find a quicker way to India and the gold and spice islands in the vicinity.  As you all know, when he finally landed, he was nowhere near India, China, Japan, or even the Pacific Ocean!  He was in the Caribbean.  He first set foot on the Bahamas.  At lest his mission had one unqualified success:  He didn’t sail off the face of the flat earth!!!

 

For those of you who have shown interest, please stop trying to access my public records and credit report.  I don’t mind your curiosity about me, but please, ask me about me.  Don’t drag the FBI into this!  I went on a couple of job interviews last week.  Superstition Principle; no other information available; you know the routine by now.  I did learn something important.  When the outside temperature is in the triple digits, it is not a good idea to be driving about in a car with no air conditioning and a driver’s side window that doesn’t roll down!  By the time I got back to Poteau from Ft. Smith, I was just about gone.  Five more minutes, and I’d have been unconscious in a ditch somewhere!  It wasn’t that bad, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant.  Especially when you consider that I’m to the point that I think the car will blow up if I go over 55 miles per hour!  What a stupid I am!

 

Random Quote:  What a stupid I am!  ~ Roberto de Vincenco, after signing for a score one shot higher that what he actually shot in the 1968 Masters; Bob Goalby won the tournament by one stroke over de Vincenco, who would have forced a playoff if he had bothered to check his score to be sure it was correct

 

Now for a regular feature here at the Dartnel…

 

Word of the Week:  scuttlebuttn. meaning 1. A drinking fountain on a ship; 2. A cask on a ship that contains the day's supply of drinking water; 3. Gossip; rumor (pronounced SKUHT-l-buht)

 

Why do I even bother to call it the Word of the Week anymore?

 

Later.

 

Darrell

 

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