The Dartnel

 

September 22, 2005

 

Welcome back.  Our next guest is that great luminary from the world of the Web…  You all know him…  It’s the creator of the Dartnel…  Wait, I thought it was a luminary we were bringing out!  I despise the Dartnel!  Get that loser out of here!

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  (Anybody placing bets on how many times I’m going to use that sentence?)  We have choreographed the big restaurant number.  Can my bony knees take it?  I’m fairly certain that I’ve dropped another five pounds that I can’t spare via working on the dance numbers!  Not only that, but people are complaining that they can smell me through the computer.  I didn’t realize that this musical would be so physically demanding!  In a way, I’m thankful that I don’t have one of the main roles.  In another way, I think that the main roles would be easier than this!  The people portraying our main roles are all extremely talented, by the way.  I’m just living scenery.  I’m there to make things look good.  (Stop laughing, Stan!)  I’m having a lot of fun, though.  We’re down to 2½ weeks before curtain call.  We just need to polish it up a bit.

 

Today’s scary fact:  The next tropical storm in the Atlantic will be named Tropical Storm/Hurricane Stan.  I don’t know what’s more distressing:  that we’ve made it all the way to the “S” name for hurricanes, or that there may be a Hurricane Stan!  If it’s anything like the Stan we all know and tolerate, it’ll go around in circles and spin itself out of existence.  I wish Rita would do that.

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Life is like a hamburger.  It’s no good raw and unprepared, but it’s also no good over prepared and burnt.

 

Let’s dip into my past for a spell.  Recently, I remembered a time when I was driving to Tahlequah.  If you’ve never been to Sallisaw from Poteau (Sallisaw is on the way to Tahlequah), there’s a hill/mountain a few miles south of Sallisaw called Wild Horse Mountain.  (As an aside, on the north end nearest Sallisaw is a great barbecue place called Wild Horse BBQ.  They have the best brisket and the best sauce I’ve ever had!)  It was early morning, about sunrise.  I was driving along, cruising at 65.  I was approaching Wild Horse from the south.  The next thing I knew, I was crossing the bridge into Sallisaw!  I had completely zoned out during the time I was going over Wild Horse on a narrow, winding road!  To this day, I don’t know what happened!  It’s one thing to zone out on an interstate, but to zone out while going over a mountain?  (I think it’s a hill, but I digress.)  It was nothing; I got through safe and sound, just like always.  It’s still a bit funny looking back.  You know, I drove to and fro Tahlequah from Poteau three times a week for two years and never once got into a traffic accident.  That’s something I’m proud of.

 

Speaking of things to be proud of (sarcasm intended), it’s time for the…

 

Word of the Week:  deliquesce - intransitive verb meaning 1. To melt away or to disappear as if by melting; 2. (Chemistry) To dissolve gradually and become liquid by attracting and absorbing moisture from the air, as certain salts, acids, and alkalies; 3. To become fluid or soft with age, as certain fungi; 4. To form many small divisions or branches -- used especially of the veins of a leaf (pronounced del-ih-KWES)

 

I’d like to thank all our guests.  Thanks for stopping by.  Join us next time, here on the Dartnel!

 

Darrell

 

September 14, 2005

 

Welcome back to your one-stop source for imbecilic opinion and ridiculous rhetoric.

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  Curtain call is mid-October, next month.  (October does come after September, right?)  We’re now getting into choreographing the musical numbers.  That’s right; I have to dance.  I think I’ve come up with a way to keep my voice on key.  I’ve dropped down to my bass key again.  That’s about the only way I can sing, even though it doesn’t really sound like my voice.  If you’ve never heard me sing bass, then you’ve never heard me sing well.  I actually think that I make a very good bass singer.  The thing is, my knowledge of music and singing comes from hearing all-male quartets like the Statler Brothers and the Cathedrals.  I’m performing with people who are well versed in all kinds of music.  They’re comfortable with show tunes; I’m not.  They’re used to dancing; I’m not.  Most of them either are in the Show Choir at Carl Albert State College or have been in a show choir somewhere; I haven’t.  They can sing on key without throwing their voices; I can’t.  They’re all happy, well-adjusted people; I’m not.  (Just seeing if you’re paying attention!)

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Actually, it’s a story!  (I didn’t write this one myself, and I don’t know who wrote it, so I hope I’m not stepping on somebody’s toes.)  In this world, there’s only two things to worry about.  Either you’re well, or you’re sick.  If you’re well, there’s nothing to worry about.  If you’re sick, there’s only two things to worry about.  Either you’re going to get better, or you’re going to die.  If you get better, there’s nothing to worry about!  If you die, there’s only two things to worry about.  Either you’ll go to heaven or to hell.  If you go to heaven, there’s noting to worry about!!!  But if you go to hell, you’ll be too busy shaking hands with your friends to have time to worry!

 

DISCLAIMER:  The above story was a joke.  If you’re going to be meeting your friends in hell, you’d better find some new friends pronto.  Besides, hell isn’t called a lake of fire for nothing!

 

I’d like to take a moment here to reflect.  That’s funny; my mirror just broke.  I wish I’d gotten into acting sooner.  Over the last year, I’ve been in three productions, and I’ve had a lot of fun in each and every one of them.  I’ve always loved performing, as those of you who’ve had the (mis)fortune of hearing my audiocassette tapes can attest to.  Maybe I could have had the town convinced that I was a skirt chasing drunk earlier!

 

Speaking of reasons the town fears me, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  afflatusn. meaning a divine imparting of knowledge; inspiration (pronounced uh-FLAY-tuhs)

 

Would somebody please let Alcoholics Anonymous know that I was acting in that play?  They keep hounding me!

 

Darrell

 

 

September 7, 2005

 

My word, where does the time go?  I still feel as though it’s April!

 

We continue to rehearse for Hello, Dolly!  (I got the punctuation right this time!)  Yesterday was probably our worst rehearsal by far.  Part of it stems from the fact that it’s been five days between rehearsals, part stems from the fact that some of us (read: me) aren’t quite sure what we should do and when we should do it, and part of it stems from the fact that most of the cast are college students in their late teens who have way too much energy and short attention spans.  I can relate, as it takes me a lot of effort to focus on what I’m doing.  Of course, I do manage to focus.  In ten years, though, all bets are off.  (If you’re considering me for a job, the last couple of sentences were a joke!  I have great focus!)  Part of me is worried that these kids may tear up the curtains!  Not really.  I am worried that some of our principles still don’t know their lines.  At least we still have a month.  By then, maybe I can be singing on key.  Yesterday, I came to a grim realization during one of the big musical numbers.  Either I’m ten or twenty keys off, or the rest of the cast is horrendously off key!  I’ll let those of you who’ve heard me sing make that call, provided your hearing is still intact!  Yesterday I was singing, and five dogs showed up, thinking they had heard a dog whistle!  You know the kind; a whistle that dogs can hear, but humans can’t!

 

Today’s uplifting thought from the Dartman:  Keep on the sunny side of life.  The dark side isn’t any fun…  Oops, this is turning into a rant against Star Wars!  Sorry!

 

I would like to extend my sympathies to the survivors of Hurricane Katrina.  I realize that I’m really tardy with my best wishes, and I’m sorry for that.  Let’s face it; not many people stop by here at the Dartnel.  The biggest disaster I’ve ever faced was the time my tire lost its tread just outside Vian.  I can’t imagine losing my home, my city, and my entire livelihood.  Having said all of that, though, I have to talk about some of the reprehensible behavior down in New Orleans.  First of all, those that feel that our government didn’t send aid faster because it’s racist are just angry people.  We as humans, when something goes horribly wrong, feel the instinctual need to blame somebody, anybody.  People down there have turned to violent crime, perhaps another display of their extreme anger at the situation.  Every time I hear about such things, I think that New Orleans has turned into Iraq. 

 

I also remember something from Star Trek that perfectly describes the situation in New Orleans.  It was an episode of Deep Space Nine.  (To protect myself, I’m not identifying the episode by name, and if anybody asks, I don’t remember the episode’s title.)  Quark, a big-eared Ferengi, tells his nephew Nog something about humans.  At the time, they’ve landed in what is a battlefield.  The troops there are demoralized and expecting a fight.  (Just think Iraq, for you non-Trekkers out there.)  Quark says something to the effect of this (I’m getting the gist of the line, but not the exact words; I don’t remember the exact words):  Humans are peaceful creatures when they’re well fed and well entertained.  Deprive them of these things, and they can become as bloodthirsty as any Klingon (in Star Trek, Klingons are bloodthirsty, warlike people).  That’s what’s happened in New Orleans.  These people have lost everything and have turned to their darker sides. 

 

We all have the capacity for great violence and cruelty.  We don’t give into it easily.  It takes great stress for this dark capacity to come out, like a hurricane destroying your city.  Once unleashed, though, it’s hard to rein back in.  Those people in New Orleans who have given in to this dark capacity are lashing out, almost without control.  They’re even attacking those people who are trying to help them.  I’m sure a lot of them don’t even realize what they’re doing.  I’m not exonerating their actions; I feel they should be locked up.  I’m just giving an explanation and hoping that they’re locked up in a mental institution, not a prison.  Those people need help more than punishment.

 

Why do I feel as though I’m a licensed therapist?  I’m an accountant!  I charge $100 an hour for doing taxes, not listening to people’s innermost thoughts!

 

Speaking of needing therapy, it’s the…

 

Word of the Week:  buskern. meaning a person who entertains (as by playing music) in public places (pronounced BUS-kur)

 

I was looking for a Word of the Week that related in a way to New Orleans, and I hope I succeeded.

 

Live long and prosper.

 

Darrell

 

 

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