DJ's Detritus

A Creative Writing Class Dropout's Last Refuge

Tuesday, November 19, 2024

It’s Flu Season

I just got back from getting my flu shot at CVS. I passed on some others, like RSV and pneumonia, but was intrigued when they brought up that they were doing a beta test for an RFK brain worm vaccine.  I had to sign a lot of paperwork, but it was worth it.  I can already feel the alien DNA coursing through my veins. 

There’s some great stuff happening in pop culture these days.  I usually provide links because you people are lazy as hell, but you are going to have to do your own research on this one.  Have you ever heard of Chock Chapple?  All I can say is never hitch your wagon to someone named Chock Chapple.

Now I will resume proving links, so you don’t stop checking my blog every six months.  Being on Substack would solve that problem, wouldn’t it.  Maybe in 2025.


I caught this one recently, but I’m sensing a cover up.  They say it was an accident, but my thought is this guy may have shot himself when he came to the realization that his name was Sundance Head.  It is not as bad as being named Chock Chapple, or Chickenfry – look it up damn it – but it’s still something to live down.


Pauline is sending positive vibes in a scantily clad manner again.  I found her message of “getting old doesn’t mean you’re broken” inspiring until I read further down when she said, “except for extreme cases like DJ”.

I am a broke down, beat up man but I’m improving.  I’ve been walking around the house without a cane a lot and I’m back in the pool a few days a week.  PT is going well.  They add exercises every few weeks. I see the neurosurgeon on December 6.  2025 will be better than 2024, especially if I get on Substack.


Like Paulina, Sydney Sweeney is supportive of nudity.  My pal The UK is a fan of Sydney. He also could be a fan of her being naked, but I don’t want to make any assumptions. Like Pauline, Sydney also said “except for DJ”.

Mark Zuckerberg dropped a single with T-Pain. I liken this to an oarfish washing up on the beach. The oarfish is a mythical harbinger of doom.

I was crestfallen to see that Australian break-dancing sensation Raygun was retiring.  She brought wonderment and confusion to so many.  Among the tributes was a post-interception celebration by Cam Bynum.  I think he did the move better.


As you may have seen, The Onion has bought InfoWars.  Their rationale is worth the read.


My pal JB is overwhelmed by my active social life, but it is not all it’s cracked up to be.  My wife invited #1 and TCG for dinner last Wednesday, over my strong objections, because they were without their wives, and therefore sad. My wife put together this tasty dish for the boys, and even let me have some. We had enough leftovers for two more meals.  The only problem was that she was originally referring to it as “smoldering chicken”, which gave me pause. And since my wife was having her ex-work crew over Friday, #1 threw me a lifeline and invited me over for pizza with TCG and #2.  He demo’d his new 3D printer.  I’m going to ask him to make me a new pair of orthotics.


My kids never had this problem.


Get ready to see Tommy Cutlets and his agent this weekend.  Also, get ready for another Giants loss.



I moved up to 2nd place this week.  Here’s the week 12 winners.

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Monday, November 11, 2024

Decency Lost

Like eight years ago, I’m stunned and saddened by the results of our presidential election. There are almost 75 million Americans who see Donald Trump in a completely different light than I do. I’ve read a few of the post-mortems but have been staying away from the news for the most part.  I can’t explain it and I don’t think the pundits can do so satisfactorily either.

I’m sure I’ll have a few things to say in the future, but for now I’m going to bury my head in the sand and keep up with People magazine.  My last political comment concerns troglodytes like Newt Gingrich and Jesse Watters.  They were up in arms at the thought of a woman voting differently from their husband.  I consider myself more enlightened.  My wife and I were on different sides of the Foster City business license tax on the ballot and we’re still madly in love.