Darrell's Corner On-Line
Journal
January 28, 2005
From
time to time in this space, I will delve into the past. I guess the main reason is that if I don’t,
there won’t be much posted here. In any
event, today’s topic is my nickname: Dartman.
There are actually two versions behind it. I’ll tell my version now and the other
version in the future. As my
story goes, I was playing a game of darts.
I was in desperate need of a bulls-eye in order to win. I threw the dart, and it hit the bulls-eye. (Oh, now that’s original!) The ironic thing is that that happens to be
the only time that I ever, ever won at darts!
I
occasionally have issues with driving around here. The other day, I was being followed way too
closely by another driver. If I had been
forced to make a quick stop, that other driver would have plowed into my rear
bumper. Every day I see people coming
out onto the highway from a parking lot while neglecting to stop. Nobody seems to know how to use their turn
signals. There seems to be a belief that
the number posted on those white rectangular signs is simply a suggestion or,
perhaps, the minimum speed allowed.
The point is, slow down! There’s
no need to be in a rush. My philosophy
on driving is to attempt to get there early.
That way, if you’re “late”, you still arrive on time.
Today’s
uplifting thought from the Dartman:
Sleeping is like baseball. No,
wait… Sleeping results from
baseball. J
Back
despite popular demand:
Word of the Week: persnickety
- adj. meaning 1a. Fussy about small
details (fastidious); 1b. Snobbish; 2. Requiring great precision (pronounced per-SNIK-uh-tee)
Y’all
come back, ‘cause we ain’t even started yet!
Darrell
January 19, 2005
Okay, I don't have much time
this week, so let's make this quick. I
have started to pass out my resumes to various CPA firms around Poteau. It's a long shot on getting a job here, but
at least it's better than nothing.
Besides, I can't afford to move at the moment. I'll probably wind up working somewhere in
Ft. Smith, commuting back and forth every day, feverishly praying that my antique
car doesn't blow up or something equally horrible… Sometimes I worry about myself.
This week's story (and no, it
isn't a Dartman original, although I have slightly modified it to fit my world J): Stan's wife
recently came running into the house in a panic. When Stan asked her what was wrong, she said
that she thought there was water in the carburetor of their pickup truck. Stan replied, "Water in the
carburetor? Honey, you don't know the
carburetor from the steering wheel or the gas tank." Then, after a moment, he asked her just where
the truck was. She replied, "In the
swimming pool." J
Now for yet another
installment of
Word of the Week:
bibulous - adj. meaning 1. Of, pertaining to, marked
by, or given to the consumption of alcoholic drink; 2. Readily absorbing fluids
or moisture (pronounced BIB-yuh-luhs)
Again, let me remind you that
these words of the week are selected either randomly or (NEW) from the word of the day section of an on-line
dictionary. In other words, I did not
deliberately choose this word; in fact, neonate is probably the only
word in this series that I will ever choose!
Today’s
uplifting thought from the Dartman: Stop
before you start. Sleep before you
wake. Think before you speak. Most of all, make sure you know where you're
going before you get lost.
See you next week!
Darrell
January 12, 2005
Here we are again! Another week, another timely update for the two of you who actually bother to visit anymore. (On a side note, if you can’t say anything nice, Stan, I’m not posting your Guestbook signature.) I don’t know if I can keep up this grueling pace, what with the lack of happenings in my life. I’m preparing to mail out resumes. I’m also fervently hoping that my car – which has about 98,000 miles on it – continues to hold together.
For
those of you who remember the Shows series of audio productions, welcome back
from therapy! Seriously, they were
cassette tapes that I used to make, and they were decidedly unfunny. Anyway, until last month, they were the
closest I had come to legitimate theater.
(Well, there was that TV show I was on at OBU, but since even
fewer people saw that than have seen this web page…) As I was saying, last month I made my
theatrical debut in the Good Times Community Theater production of The Best
Christmas Pageant Ever, written by someone whose name eludes me. (On a side note, shut up, Stan!) Everybody agreed; my part was completely
superfluous. Just what does it mean to
get hate mail from 47 first-graders? I’m
kidding, of course. It was 13. J
I had a
lot of fun, and I did a good job, too. Of
course, my cat Smokey, who seems to think my sole purpose for existing is to
tend to his every whim, was undoubtedly upset that I wasn’t around to feed him
during rehearsals. It was so nice to
escape the clutches of that 15-year-old feline!
Today’s
uplifting thought from the Dartman (my nickname; I will someday tell the
story(s) behind it): When driving down
the highway, for crying out loud, don’t give yourself a home perm! Trust me, it will look horrible!
Now,
for everybody’s favorite section:
Word of the Week:
perspicacity – n. meaning
acute perception (pronounced pùrspi kássətee; syllable
breakdown - per·spi·cac·i·ty)
Au revoir, and please leave the stationery where it is!
Darrell
January 5, 2005
Hello, everybody! How’s it going? Allow me to wish you a belated Happy New Year
– and a VERY belated Merry
Christmas! First, a note about the
on-line journal. You should notice that
the entries are in reverse chronological order (i.e., the most recent entry is
first). After some deliberation (and a
good deal of name-calling), my staff and I have elected this method rather than
the once-preferred chronological log.
(BTW, if you believe I actually have
a staff, then you need more help than me.
J
Now then, about the
Guestbook. First off, let me inform you
that I will review all entries before I post them in the Guestbook. This is to protect against vulgarity and the
like. Please note that I do not have
home Internet access, and therefore I must rely on the library for Internet
usage. Therefore, I will only be on-line
three days a week. Also, if you would
rather that your Guestbook signature not
be posted in the Guestbook, please indicate so in the Commentary on Web Site
area. If you don’t want your e-mail address posted,
either don’t enter it or note that you don’t want it posted in the Commentary
on Web Site area.
Every
time I make a journal entry, I will include a Word of the Week. This will be extremely funny if I don’t
update this thing every week! Normally, I
will open a dictionary to a random page, put my finger down randomly on the
page, and select an unusual word from that area of the page. This is mostly an effort to increase my vocabulary. This time, however, the Word of the Week
comes from the lyrics of a Statler Brothers Christmas song: “Somewhere in the
Night.” I know, I’m hopeless. Now, drum roll…
Word of the Week: neonate – n. meaning “newborn”
In
case anyone cares, I had a good Christmas.
Now, if only I can find stable employment…
That’s it; I’m outta here!
Darrell
December 29, 2004
Initial Entry
Hello! Welcome to what probably will wind up being
an irregularly updated online journal authored by yours truly, the
Dartman. In this space, I will endeavor
to provide you with updates on my life, various stories, long digressions, and
whatever else pops into my head. In
short, I hope this journal provides an accurate portrait of me.
Today, I believe I will
describe myself. I'm 25. I live just outside of Poteau, Oklahoma, home
to the world's highest hill, Cavanal.
Please don't drop by unannounced if you're in the area. (I mean my home, not the town.) I am owned by a 15-year-old cat named
Smokey. (Anybody who's ever
"owned" a cat knows that, in actuality, it's the cat that owns you.)
I'm 5'11" and weigh approximately 131 pounds. I also wear glasses and tend to run my words
together. I'm also known for being … how
shall I say it … bonkers. More
information about me is available here. (If you wish to return to this page, please
use the Back button on your Internet
browser.)
I will try to update this
journal weekly, at the least. If you
haven't already, upon returning to my homepage, please sign my Guestbook. If you prefer, you may e-mail me through this link.
That's all for now. Thank you for visiting my website, and be
sure to come back soon!
Darrell