The Dartnel

 

January 30, 2006

 

Welcome to a special, all-rants edition of The Dartnel!

 

First, something I’ve been meaning to dwell on for a few weeks now.  The Fox affiliate in Tulsa recently fired their weatherman for committing an unpardonable sin.  He actually had the gall to interrupt an NFL playoff game to alert viewers of a potentially life-threatening wildfire in Mayes County.  The gall!  How dare he interrupt the Panthers blowing out the Giants in a completely moronic attempt to save lives?  Doesn’t this guy have his priorities straightened out?  Football comes before viewer welfare in our society, for crying out loud!  (Before I get any letters, for those of you who failed to pick up on my tone, I was being sarcastic.)  I don’t care how far away Mayes County is from the Tulsa metro area; the point is, if it had been a tornado warning for Mayes County and the weatherman had interrupted the game, would he have been fired?  Kudos to him for alerting his viewers to a life-threatening situation.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Watch out for that tree!  (I really need help here.)

 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I will never be able to play golf even horribly.  Quite frankly, there are six month old infants who could give me nine shots a side and still beat me by 23 strokes.  I played a round last Wednesday.  Suffice to say, my earlier optimism about my golf game is long gone.  Every one of my old habits has returned, much worse than before.  I can’t get the ball airborne.  Even when I do, it goes farther right than it does straight.  Even when I chip, I’m as likely to miss the golf ball as I am to hit it.  I wouldn’t have broken 200 had I not putted well and had I not taken about 20 mulligans.

 

On This Date:  On this day in 1835, gunshots rang out in the House of Representatives.  President Andrew Jackson was the target of an assassination attempt.  The man who attempted to assassinate him, Richard Lawrence, was later found to be insane and committed to a mental hospital.  I’ll say this about our government today: at least we don’t have people shooting guns in Congress.

 

One last rant.  Have I ever mentioned that I hate broccoli?  It’s so green and nauseating.  It tastes weird.  To top it off, it’s supposed to be good for you.  I have a strict rule regarding my diet:  If it’s green and tastes weird, it’s probably gone bad, so don’t eat it!  (Hey, that could have been this week’s uplifting thought!)

 

Speaking of things that cause ranting, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  sangfroidn. meaning freedom from agitation or excitement of mind; coolness in trying circumstances; calmness (pronounced sang-FRWAH; also spelled “sang-froid”)

 

I’m all ranted out!

 

Darrell

 

January 24, 2006

 

Good day!

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to warn you about something.  Buying discounted books can be a great way to save money, as long as the books are actually discounted.  While at a store whose name I will not reveal (in case I wind up working there), I looked at their so-called bargain books.  There were bibles there, priced at $10.99 or so.  Unfortunately, they were still in the shrink wrap from another store; and at that store, you could buy the same bible for $5!  The $5 sticker was still on this $10.99 bible!  What message does that send?  “This book will change your life for the better, so we’re charging you more than double the original sticker price!  We know that it says “Do not steal” in there, but we don’t care!”  In related information, if you’re planning to get a bible, I recommend getting one with large type (the cheap bibles usually feature type that’s too small to read with a magnifying lens) and that isn’t the hard-to-read King James Version.  I feel that the KJV probably causes more people to give up on reading the bible than anything else.  It’s written in arcane old English – mid 1600s, I believe.  Get a New King James Version, a New International Version, something easier to understand.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  When confronted with danger, remember this simple tip:  jfriuf kjfhreuf mdsudwhfw nfjfherfndsfmof kdfjgorejg,df giojdfkjwef; kijfejfo!  (I can’t put it any simpler than that!)

 

Anybody out there who actually thinks I know what I’m talking about should take two aspirin immediately.  As for the rest of you, I offer this anecdote.  Driving scares me.  I am convinced that 99.5% of drivers give the rest a bad name.  Do we really not know how to drive?  So many people seem to have problems with staying on the correct side of the road.  I almost got run off the road today by someone who was on the center line.  (Okay, the road didn’t have a center line, but I digress.)  We follow too closely, fail to use our blinkers (until we’re actually in the process of making the turn), yap away on our cell phones while driving, speed, pass in no-passing zones, run stop signs (once again, the care must come to a complete stop at a stop sign; your car should not be moving before you drive on), honk when somebody slows down to make a turn, pass on the shoulder of the road, etc. and so on.  Those of us who don’t do these things (i.e., me) tend to drive scared, fail to turn when we have plenty of room, slow to a virtual crawl before we turn, etc. and so on.  Let’s face it; cars are not safe!

 

Speaking of safety hazards, it’s time once again for the…

 

Word of the Week:  quondamadj. meaning having been formerly; former; sometime (pronounced KWAHN-duhm or KWAHN-dam)

 

From a quondam member of the PHS Academic Bowl team, cogito ergo sum.

 

Darrell

 

January 14, 2006

 

For those of you who are new to this site, no, I am not a resident of the Fritos Funny Farm!  (Ah-oh… I’m going to get sued…)

 

I went on another job interview last Monday.  In keeping with my insipid traditions, you’re not getting any more information than that!  All I can do is keep looking for work.  Good things come to those who wait, I guess.  Let me tell you, all I’ve got is my patience!  That, and an increasingly bizarre alter ego who I can’t tell to shut up often enough!  (Yes, I mean you, Stan!)

 

I’m seriously working on my so-called golf game.  I can actually get the ball airborne now!  My swing is just fine for the six-iron down to the wedges.  The longer clubs are still a huge problem.  With them, even if I make contact, I lose the ball 100 yards to the right.  With the shorter clubs, I tend to hit a slight draw (meaning that the ball goes five yards to the left).  It’s still good exercise; I think I’ve put on five pounds of muscle since I started hitting golf balls practically every day!

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, unless their insurance policy covers that sort of thing.  Speaking of which, what kind of moron would sell an insurance policy guarding against shattered windows from flying objects inside to someone who lives in a glass house?  (SHUT UP, STAN!!!)

 

Once again, it’s time for the brilliant idea of our crack editorial staff, On This Date.  Incidentally, since the prior source has apparently gone belly-up, I’m now pulling the material for this from the History Channel’s Web site.

 

On this date in 1980, the price of gold reached a record price in excess of $800 an ounce.  Gold had been released from U.S. Government control after the United States abandoned the gold standard for its economy in 1978.  Following this, the price of gold skyrocketed.  The biggest increase in the price of gold occurred on January 14, 1980.

 

Now for one of my (less-than-) brilliant ideas, the…

 

Word of the Week:  sesquipedalianadj. meaning 1. Given to or characterized by the use of long words; 2. Long and ponderous; having many syllables (pronounced ses-kwuh-puh-DAYL-yuhn)

 

The best example of this I can think of is that word from Mary Poppins which I never did learn how to spell properly.

 

Remind me next time not to be so garrulous.

 

Darrell

 

January 6 2006

 

Should I say it?  All right…  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

 

Things are going slowly around here.  I don’t have much that’s new to report.  Of course, that probably still doesn’t save you from thirty minutes of reading my rambling insights on the world!

 

There can be some extreme truths in commercials.  A few weeks back, I saw one that said that the number one fear of most people is public speaking.  The number two fear?  Death.  The commercial then goes on to ask (and this isn’t in quotes because I’m not sure of the actual wording), Does that mean most people would rather die than speak in public?  The commercial was for a fast food chain that’s selling a giant chicken sandwich (probably 1,000 calories’ worth).  The tag line:  Don’t be a big chicken; eat one!  Good idea; then we can be not only scared of public speaking and death, we can also be morbidly obese.  Of course, I’ve never been described as “morbidly obese.”  I believe the term used to describe me is “stick boy,” but I digress.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  It’s extremely important to brush your teeth.  How else are you going to eat that gigantic chicken sandwich?  You can’t gum that sucker!  (Hey, there’s a new weight-loss fad!  Have all your teeth pulled!  You can’t enjoy eating if you can’t chew your food!  Then again, people who opt in to that diet would probably stick with milkshakes, malts, and Big Gulp sodas, gain 378 pounds, and sue me for medical malpractice.)  The point is, don’t lose your teeth.  Stan accomplishes this by keeping them in a glass jar, even though he still has all of his teeth!  I still don’t understand how he accomplishes that!

 

My top five New Year’s Resolutions, in no particular order:

  1. Take up golf, turn professional, win the PGA Championship, design a new line of golf clubs, and fire 47 caddies because 47 recurs a lot in Star Trek.
  2. Stop putting out food for the cat.  (Actually, I’m referring to our dog Molly, who acts like a cat.  Don’t worry; I’m still feeding her.  I just wish she’d behave more like a dog.)
  3. Gain employment, start work on my Master’s degree, have no free time, and turn into a chronic insomniac.  (Okay, so I already am a chronic insomniac, but I digress.)
  4. Start dating (rather than carbon-dating), break up with 47 gals because they think I’m nuts, stop using the number 47 incessantly, go to 47 different restaurants, have birthdays on 47 different dates so I can get 47 free meals, shoot 47 for nine holes of golf, remember that 47 isn’t divisible by 9, watch my IQ shoot up 47 points, deny another 47 times that I am completely off the deep end, read 47 verses of scripture per day, and get sued by the Star Trek people for unauthorized use of the number 47.

    As an aside, that last paragraph was precisely 94 words long!  47 times 2.  So sue me!

  5. Don’t post a lame list of my top five New Year’s Resolutions on my Web site.

 

Actually, one of my real New Year’s Resolutions is to read the Bible through in a year.  Every book, every verse, every word, cover to cover, in 365 days.  (Actually, it’ll be 366; the reading plan I have assumes that one is reading the Bible during a leap year, so I started on December 31.)  I’ve been reading portions of scripture every day for the last couple of months, getting a good overview of the Bible.  To be really honest, I don’t have a good explanation as to why I haven’t been faithfully reading the Bible until recently.  We’ll just chalk it up to spiritual laziness, of which I hope to never be afflicted with again.

 

What better way to break in the New Year than with the…

 

Word of the Week:  reconditeadj. meaning 1. Difficult to understand; abstruse; 2. Concerned with obscure subject matter (pronounced REK-uhn-dyt)

 

Doesn’t that word perfectly describe the Dartnel?

 

Well, well, well.  With nothing to say, I still managed to use up 710 words on this entry.  Can you imagine how long this entry would have been if I actually had something to say?

 

Au revoir!

 

Darrell

 

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