The Dartnel

 

October 31, 2005

Happy Halloween!

 

Remember, as you look at all the scary, spooky things all around you, that you're looking into a mirror, Stan!  (Sorry, obvious joke.)

 

On the off chance that anyone is reading this, let me tell you some things.  One:  I am still looking for work.  I went on another interview last week.  Having said that, I've just about given up on getting an office job.  Why is it that you go to college, get a four-year degree, graduate at the top of your class, and wind up asking people if they want fries with their order?  Don't we go to college to avoid that?  Blah, blah, blah.  Two:  I'm involved backstage in the Good Times Community Theater League's production of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  In spite of my not appearing on stage, I strongly encourage you to come see the show.  Read the crawl on the front page, but don't read it too long if you don't want to be teased!  Okay, the show times are as follows:  Thursday and Friday at 7 PM, Sunday at 2 PM.  Just so you know, I'm in charge of the sound effects.

 

Today's uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Ghosts and ghouls are really scary, and goblins and mummies are truly frightening, but the spookiest thing I've ever seen was that letter from you-know-who telling me that I was now the most popular Halloween costume.  (Not funny, and lay off the sushi!)

 

Three:  It's once again time to collect candy, dress up in funny looking costumes, and make funny faces.  No, I'm not talking about the monthly Dartnel Editorial Staff Party!  It's Halloween!  As such, to get into the spirit, I am currently dressed as a rabid beaver.  Stan's costume is really scary; he's an agent from the IRS.  It's so realistic, it even scared him!  The dog is dressed as a cat.  We have witches and hobgoblins and cheddar cheese puffs.  All this can be yours if the price is right!  (Hold on… eggnog isn't traditional for Halloween!)

 

Speaking of eggnog, it's the…

Word of the Week:  immolate - transitive verb meaning 1. To sacrifice; to offer in sacrifice; to kill as a sacrificial victim; 2. To kill or destroy, often by fire (pronounced IM-uh-layt)

You've got your candy; get off my lawn!  Hey… what's with the eggs and toilet paper?

Darrell

October 20, 2005

Welcome back to the place that doesn’t know when to stop.  I mean it; we don’t even know the meaning of the word “stop”.  (No, that isn’t the word of the week, Stan!)

 

Well, Hello, Dolly! has closed.  No, I don’t have the winner of the over-under bet yet!  It’s probably a good thing we wrapped when we did; I nearly missed my final cue because I was staring at the horse costume!  There also was the time when I inadvertently whacked a fellow cast member with a serving tray…  Ah, memories.  Now, I’m onto the next play, on which I am merely providing behind-the-scenes assistance.  Ironically enough, it’s being performed on the same stage.  Let me tell you, I almost cried when I showed up for that play’s practice and saw that our sets for Hello, Dolly! had already been completely struck.  I nearly cried.  That stage looked so empty, so lonely.  C’est la vie, I suppose.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  A smile is merely a frown turned upside down.  (Wait… did I get that one right?)

 

Here we are, approaching Halloween again.  I’m going as Stan; it’s the scariest costume I can come up with!  Actually, I should go as an IRS agent; they scare people all the time!  I don’t know.  Halloween falls on a Monday this year.  I’m sure a certain fat, orange tabby cat in the cartoons is thrilled about that!  (In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got nothing!)

 

In related news, I’m still looking for work.  I’m extremely close to throwing in the towel and working at a burger joint.  Hey, work is work, and money is money.  I think I’ll have more success in finding a good accounting job once I have my Master’s degree in Accounting.  Of course, to get that advanced degree, I need money; and to get money, I need a job.  It’s a rather vicious cycle, isn’t it?

 

Speaking of cycles, it’s time to cycle back to the…

 

Word of the Week:  tocsinn. meaning 1. An alarm bell, or the ringing of a bell for the purpose of alarm; 2. A warning (pronounced TOCK-sin)

 

You may now kiss the bride.

 

Darrell

 

October 13, 2005

 

This is my final revenge for skipping a week!  Mwh-ha-ha!

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!    Wait a minute…  Rehearsal's over!  The winner of the over-under bet will be announced at a future date.  Our first performance is tonight at, as Stan puts it, "Seven o'clock PM at night."  (He just stole that from some obscure country music group led by someone called the "Roadhog".)  The following information on Hello, Dolly! is lifted straight from the Carl Albert State College website (the URL is http://www.carlalbert.edu/campus_news/play05.htm; it is not a hyperlink for the simple reason that it will be or has already been deactivated):

 

CASC's Fall production of "Hello Dolly!" will be performed in the Hamilton Complex Auditorium October 13-16. The lead role of Dolly Levy will be performed by Dana Dinsmore, CASC Music Instructor. Cast members include Beth Buchanan, Chris Howk, Dustin Goss, Kayla Poole, Nathan Scott, Greg Breeding, Rachel Jones, Amber Slabaugh, April Bacorn, Peter Batemon, Brandon Billy, Lisa Weaver, Sondra Warren, Sarah Blackburn and Ashley Walker. Chorus members include Aaron Williams, Adam Hackman, Drew Cogburn, Darrell Plummer Jr., Jessica Bell, Lisa Dawn Peters, Jillian Means and Trista Gipson. Choreographers are Jordan Wood and Beth Buchanan. Tickets are $5 for adults and $3 for students. CASC students are admitted free of charge with a current ID.

 

That font style featured above is called "Broadway", and I hope you'll appreciate the irony.

 

Dress rehearsal was yesterday.  It marked two firsts for me:  my first time ironing, and my first time in make-up.  I hate to admit this, but after ironing my first pair of pants (and being asked by another person if the iron was… keep reading), I discovered that the darn thing wasn't plugged in!  I guess it makes sense; electric irons work best when they're plugged in!  As for the make-up, that wasn't without disaster, either.  The first, and what should have been the only, coat I applied turned out to be too light.  I don't have experience with make-up!  (Shut up, Stan!!!)  I even had to put on lipstick.  Maybe it was just me, but I couldn't tell afterwards that I was even wearing make-up!  Weak eyes, I guess.  By the way, I had to have a place on my head that used to have hair on it powdered.  I hesitate to call it a bald spot, as that implies that the hair loss area is on the top of my head.  Let's just say that my hair doesn't come down onto my forehead as much as it used to.  We did well yesterday, and I hope y'all enjoy that there play.  By the way, for those of you who asked, that hat I'm wearing is CASC property; does anyone think I even own a hat that looks like that?

 

Today's uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Where's the beef?  Hey, where's the beef?  I don't think there's anybody back there.

 

I'll do y'all the favour of skippin' that there Word of the Weak since y'all got three in two entryes this here munth.  (Sorry, I'm dictating this week, and Stan's had too much root beer.)  I will, however, provide you with another On This Date, simply to appease our crack editorial staff.

 

On this day in 1953, the first ultrasonic burglar alarm was patented by Samuel Bagno. Burglars would break into houses and unknowingly trip the alarm. But, because it was ultrasonic, and outside the range of human hearing, they couldn't hear it go off. They only realized they'd set the alarm off when, moments later, the house was surrounded by dogs in "Brinks" uniforms. 

 

There'll be more to come, right after this!

 

Darrell

 

October 11, 2005

 

Another week, another round of mind-numbing ramblings from the Dartnel's crack editorial staff.  We really need to cut back on the coffee…

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  (Could somebody please tell me how many times I've used that sentence?)  Again, keeping with my incipit rules and regulations, I'm not divulging any plot lines, story loopholes, bad acting, etc.  You want the inside story, you come see the show.  The next person who, upon missing one of my performances, says "But I was in Japan!" gets thrown to the kimono dragon.  Either that, or I print your face onto a Japanese flag and throw darts at it!  (Boy, am I mischievous today!  Mwh-ha-ha!) 

 

If you came in through the front door, you saw a picture of me in costume.  Boy, do I look old!  I'll have to face it; I'm too old to play 17-year-olds ever again, or ever!  Incidentally, I found that picture posted on the Carl Albert State College website.  They have a page publicizing Hello, Dolly!  Was that really one of the two best pictures they could find to advertise the musical?  (Yes, there is another picture there, and fortunately, I'm not in that one!)  How ugly is our cast, anyway?  What did I do to deserve having my picture posted on the Internet?  Will seeing my face prompt people to actually come to the show?  If they do, are they bringing tomatoes?  I know, I know.  It seems that I'm beating myself up again.  I just think that I make for a terrible picture.  I made the joke last week about trying to buy the Mona Lisa with 1,000 words; isn't that what a picture is worth?  Let's just say that a picture of me is worth 1,000 words of explanation and 647 words of value.  (By the way, I didn't choose the number "647" arbitrarily.  Blame our crack editorial staff.)

 

Today's uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Practice makes perfect.  That is, if you can call making a complete buffoon out of yourself perfect.  (Let's face it; too much practice is a bad thing.)

 

Before we go on to the Word of the Week, I have an announcement.  Starting this week at the Dartnel, our crack editorial staff has suggested to me (read: forced me to do) that I should do my part to contribute to the education of this world.  Evidently, they think the Word of the Week is about as educational (and exciting) as watching paint dry.  Therefore, they have suggested (read: demanded) that I provide an historical fact at least once a month.  Here is the trial run of our crack editorial staff's latest (read: first) idea.

 

On this date in 1968, Apollo 7, the first manned Apollo mission, was launched with astronauts Wally Schirra, Donn Fulton Eisele and R. Walter Cunningham aboard.  As we all know the Apollo missions eventually cumulated in the first trip to the moon, years and years later, in 1969.  (Sarcastic touch added. ~ DPJ)

 

Enough education, it's time for the…

 

Word of the Week:  Zeitgeist - n. meaning the spirit of the time; the general intellectual and moral state or temper characteristic of any period of time. [Also written with a lower-case initial: zeitgeist] (pronounced TSYT-guyst or ZYT-guyst)

 

That word is for all of you who have incessantly complained about the letter Z's notable absence from the Word of the Week Dictionary.  You're welcome, and shut up!

 

Remember, you're the real reason behind the success of the Dartnel, not our crack editorial staff.  They never read the Dartnel anyway, so I can write anything I want!  J  What does that say, then, that I still use their ideas?  L  Well, back to practice.

 

Hello, Dolly!  (Good-bye, heart!)

 

Darrell

 

October 6, 2005

 

We here at the Dartnel are extremely happy to be back with you this week.  Since I was MIA last week, you’ll get a special, bonus Word of the Week!  It promises to love you, wait affectionally for you to come home, curl up into your lap…  Wait, I’m thinking of something else.

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  (The over-under is now at 47.)  Just one more week to go!  The marquee should be running on the home page.  We’re all excited.  Now, if we can just remember our cues…  There are some people who might have new roles if they can’t remember their cues.  Welcome to show business.  We’ve got to pull this thing together.  We’re still a little loud on moving 200-pound set pieces on- and off-stage.  (Geez, who’d have thunk?) 

 

As for me, I’ve decided to invent a back story for my non-speaking character.  He escorts his sister to the train bound for Yonkers; his sister will later factor into the main plot as a decoy.  (You want to know what it is, buy a ticket.)  He then buys a newspaper, walks across stage, sees a woman skinnier than him (is that even possible?), gawks, drools (okay, maybe not that), gets bumped by the main female protagonist, takes the skinny woman’s arm, and walks happily with her off-stage.  He then hops the train to Yonkers (I’ll leave it to you to decide whether or not he bought a ticket), enters a feed store, sings horrendously off-key, and gets yelled at.  He then decides, I’m not buying anything here!  He hops the train back to New York to meet his girlfriend, who is not the previously mentioned skinny woman!  (That’s right; I’ve gone from a drunk who chases young newlyweds around to a guy with two girlfriends!  When do I get to play myself?)  Somewhere along the line, I suppose, he dumps the girlfriend, because at the parade, he’s back alongside the skinny girl!  At night, he waits tables at the fanciest restaurant in all of New York.  Instead of drinking wine, he serves it.  (If you want the complete details, for crying out loud, buy a ticket and come see the show!!!)

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  A picture is worth a thousand words.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I went to an art gallery and used precisely 1,000 words to describe the Mona Lisa, and I still didn’t get the painting!  $2.5 million, when I paid a thousand words?  Grrr!

 

As you know, it’s been a couple of weeks since my last Dartnel entry.  I apologize.  To catch you all up, I have a bulleted list which follows on what I’ve done the last two weeks:

ü      We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  (Not that again!)

ü      I’ve been on a couple of job interviews, one in Fayetteville, the other in McAlester.  (The Superstition Principle still applies.)

ü      I’ve played computer games.

ü      I’m behind-the-scenes talent for the next production of our local community theater.

ü      I’ve started shaving daily.

 

Speaking of shaving daily, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  sempiternaladj. meaning of never ending duration; having beginning but no end; everlasting; endless (pronounced sem-pih-TUR-nuhl)

 

Speaking of sempiternal, it’s really endless, for here’s the…

 

BONUS Word of the Week:  gewgawn. meaning a showy trifle; a toy; a splendid plaything; a pretty but worthless bauble (pronounced G(Y)OO-gaw)

 

I’m outta here!

 

Darrell

 

 

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