DJ's Detritus

A Creative Writing Class Dropout's Last Refuge

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

All Apologies

Mea culpa TK, if I come off as a bit brusque, but you gotta stop calling me at work. You’re cutting into valuable blog time.

I’m sorry I haven’t posted for over two weeks. My statcounter tells me that interest is as high as ever, peaking with 16 hits yesterday. I think JB may have checked in from both home and work, which accounts for the spike. It’s been a hectic two weeks. They’ve been making me do work at work lately. Every bit of my energy has gone towards achieving one of our corporate goals; enhancing the customer experience. I’ve accomplished this by showing up for work most days. I also have to apologize for my last post. I did not realize until one of my readers informed me, but apparently the dog in The Chron article picture has body image issues. Forgive me Fido.

It looks like my bud Vance has put on a few pounds lately, according to his latest comment. I must have temporarily forgotten how to use the comment moderation feature. Normally I would have deleted his babble but he slipped one through. Speaking of Vance, we had a fine dinner with him and his wife last weekend. We went to Aqua’s sister restaurant, Pisces, which closed the day after we went. We are not to blame. They had a $200 Pinot available for $150, but since 4M wasn’t there to provide wine guidance, we stuck with a more reasonably priced Sauv Blanc. The meal was delectable, despite our trifling and unfounded concerns about a seafood clearance sale.

Vance, I know you told me not to tell you this but somebody has to talk some sense into you. You have to exercise more. Maybe you can run along the bay like these two women I saw last weekend. One of them had a fantastic dye job. You see Vance, even people with magenta hair want to stay in shape.

2 Comments:

  • At 2/08/2007 2:55 PM, Blogger Vance said…

    DJ,

    Do these pants make me look fat?

     
  • At 2/15/2007 6:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    DJ--
    What's up with you. I exected you to follow my surge with a writting surge of your own.

    Come on man, give me another 21,500 words, you know, one for each of our troops. Or are you aiding the enemy?

    Over two weeks and nothing new. Want me to tell Dick you're not
    cutting it?

    W

     

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