The Dartnel

 

May 27, 2005

 

Boy, is this place a mess!  Why won’t you people take your garbage out with you?  I mean you, Stan!

 

Allow me to ramble a bit.  I really meant to write on this a couple of months ago, when I was doing income taxes.  There’s a line on Form 1040 called “Other Sources of Income” or “Miscellaneous Income” or something like that.  (Did I mention I’m an accountant? J)  On this line, you list income you’ve received that doesn’t go anywhere else.  You also list the sources of the income.  Okay, I’ll put it in English!  You list where you got the money from.  This includes income you got illegally.  That’s right, our government thinks that people who make money illegally will be stupid enough to report it and pay taxes on it!  Actually, maybe they’re right.  So many criminals are dumb.  There may be people out there who would list, for example, $50,000 in income from engaging in prostitution or $47,000 from robbing banks.  (I fully expect to hear from an FBI agent about this paragraph.)  Hey, if tax forms put criminals like these behind bars, I’m all for it.  Of course, there’s probably a law on the books prohibiting tax forms to be used as evidence in cases like these.  I hope not.

 

Enough for that rant.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Sticks and stones may break my bones, so I stay off motorcycles.

 

Time for another rant.  That’s all I’ve got this week; I’m sorry!  I went into the Choctaw Casino at Pocola a couple of weeks ago to blow a couple of dollars.  (I only blew $1.90, but that’s not important.)  I can see why people blow all their money there.  The entire place seems designed to lull you into a trance.  “Must put more money in, must put more money in, …”  The lighting is subdued, as though to make you slightly drowsy.  As we all know, judgment is one of the first things to go when drowsy, as the first rant above illustrates.  (I was making a joke about illegal income!)  Also, some of the machines are deceptive.  I sat down at one, thinking that I was playing at two cents a bet.  Turned out, it was eighteen cents a bet, despite the button I pressed saying “two cents”!  I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon.

 

One thing I am coming back to is the…

 

Word of the Week:  triskaidekaphobian. meaning a morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th (pronounced tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh)

 

Not a good phobia to have if you were born on, say, June the 13th. 

 

What’s that?  You want to know how I’m doing?  I’m doing fine!  I barely recognize the man in the mirror anymore, but I feel great!  No, I’m not that old.  Twenty-six next month.  (Yes, Ashley, I know that’s a fragment!)  A month minus fourteen days, I think it is.  (Maybe I should write a whole Dartnel entry using nothing but fragments!)  The Superstition Principle remains in effect, by the way.

 

Thanks, Stan, for clearing your trash!

 

Darrell

 

May 20, 2005

 

Here we go again!

 

I have no further news to report on the … item I mentioned from last week.  In keeping with the Superstition Principle, there will be nothing mention on the … item until I have something definitive.  I don’t want to tempt fate.

 

Speaking of tempting fate, it’s the…

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Got ya!  You were expecting that insipid word of the week, weren’t you?  Well, you’re not off the hook that easily!!!  Mwh-ha-ha!!!

 

Quote of the week (although a few words may be slightly off):  “If God saves you, and you’re an idiot, you’re just a saved idiot.”  ~ J.D. Sumner, of the famous Stamps Quartet

 

Another month minus seven days and I’ll be 26.  I’m getting old.  Seems like only yesterday I was in high school, asking girls out on dates, getting straight A’s, going to all the school functions, being the most popular person in school…  Wait a minute, just whose life am I remembering?  It sure isn’t mine!  I didn’t even drive when I was in high school!  It’s been seven years since high school graduation.  Sometimes, it seems like seven minutes, or months, or decades.  Some of my high school friends I still keep in touch with.  Some seem to have disappeared off the face of the earth.  I know that at least one of the people I grew up with has died.  Change is inevitable.  Still, to go back to those high school days again!  There are so many things I would do differently.  There are also so many things I wouldn’t change for anything.

 

Now, it’s the self-delusional…

 

Word of the Week:  menagerie n. meaning 1. A collection of wild or unusual animals, especially for exhibition; 2. An enclosure where wild or unusual animals are kept or exhibited; 3. A diverse or varied group (pronounced muh-NAJ-uh-ree or muh-NAZH-uh-ree)

 

Keep on keeping on,

 

Darrell

 

Postscript:  Two items came up between the time I wrote this and the time I posted this:

 

  1. Some people have expressed concerns about my self-defacing style of humor.  I would like to point out that it’s just a shtick.  Nevertheless, I can understand that some people will think that I’m being a little too hard on myself.  Last week was probably overkill; ironically, that’s what I was going for.  I’ll try to lay off those jokes and simply poke fun at Stan.
  2. Public displays of affection disgust me.  Hugging doesn’t, but kissing does.  I actually changed check-out lines at Wal-Mart today because the couple right in front of me shared a kiss.  It’s probably because I’ve never dated.

 

May 11, 2005

 

The Dartnel enters its second week in production.  Unlike its predecessor, this log will feature only the highest quality commentary … hee, hee, hee; I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face! 

 

I have a job interview tomorrow.  In keeping with my insipid superstitions, I will not reveal who it’s with, what it’s for, and where it’s located.  You’ll just have to suffer until next week.  Even then, I’ll probably still be tight-typed.  (Should that be “tight-lipped”?)  At this point, I’m just hoping for a break.  I need something to look forward to in the morning.  Ack, well, we’ll see.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  When confronted with an awkward date, let me know.  I promise to be less awkward after notification.  (That’s ALL I could come up with?  A lousy insult at my expense?  Like I even GO out on dates.  {Wait a minute… now I’m insulting myself in an aside?  What am I doing?  I’m outta here.})

 

The final episodes of Star Trek: Enterprise air Friday.  I’ve already made my thoughts on the subject of the end of Trek public earlier.  I don’t remember what I wrote, so this may be in conflict.  I feel that it’s time for a rest.  The last movie bombed worse than Stan’s last album (YES!).  The show’s stuck on a backwater network, and that’s the nicest thing I have to say about the bozos at UPN.  After 18 straight years of Trek, I’m not convinced that there are any new ideas out there.  I don’t buy into fan theories that the producers have wrecked the show, either deliberately or through sheer incompetence (unless, of course, Stan does side work on the show).  Now that I’ve rambled on about nothing, let’s leave this subject.

 

Now for something else that should be left behind, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  claquen. meaning 1. A group hired to applaud at a performance; 2. A group of fawning admirers (pronounced KLACK)

 

I’ll leave it to you as to which definition best fits the Dartnel!

 

Before I forget, please take your trash with you on the way out.  I’m sick and tired of cleaning up after you.

 

Darrell

 

May 5, 2005

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

 

Welcome to the newly rechristened on-line journal of yours truly, the Dartman.  Even with the new look to the home page, I promise the same great content you’ve come to expect from the former “Darrell’s Corner On-Line Journal.”  So there!  J

 

I really have very little to report.  I’ve sent some job applications out, but I’m becoming a bit jaded about this whole job finding process.  It’s hard to believe that someone can graduate near the top of their class from an accredited four-year university and still have trouble finding work.  Let this be a lesson to me:  overconfidence breeds disaster.  Actually, I feel that if I were willing to relocate to a large metropolitan area (i.e., Dallas), I’d have little trouble.  As most of you know, though, I despise the big city life.  I think I’d have trouble working in Tulsa, which isn’t that large of a city!  To be frank, I’m extremely close to going back to school for my Master’s in Accounting.  I really want real world experience before starting work on my Master’s, but it looks as though I might have to skip that step.  We’ll see.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  When the going gets tough, the tough get going.  The weak get going, too:  going to Tahiti, going to the bathroom, going to an old shack (sorry, old joke), going to the bottle, going to get as far away from the boss as humanly possible, going to…

 

It amazes me sometimes how stupid we can be.  I saw this on the Jay Leno show a couple of weeks ago.  It was during a segment he does on Monday nights, in which he reads headlines and so on from newspapers.  Generally, there’s usually something wrong with the item he reads (i.e., typos, bad grammar, poorly chosen sentences, etc.).  This particular item dealt with a guy (or maybe it was a girl; I don’t quite remember) who drove into the DMV to get his (her?) license renewed.  Let me reemphasize:  he (I’m assuming from this point on that it was a “he”) literally drove his car INTO the actual DMV building!  The DMV called the police to the scene.  By the time the police arrived, the guy had had sufficient time to renew his license.  Let me repeat:  After driving his vehicle INTO the DMV, he was still allowed to RENEW his license!  To quote Yakov Smirnov, “What a country!”

 

Speaking of things hard to explain, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  rara avisn. meaning a rare or unique person or thing (pronounced RAIR-uh-AY-vis)

 

Get out of here; I’ve got too much on my heart.  I don’t like to feel the pain.  By the way, the pain shoots through me like a dart.  (Anyone who knows where this sign-off came from, please click here and tell me!)

 

Darrell

 

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