By Matt "Where's my Ferrari Moderner?" Miner

I'm just back from sunny, sunny San Diego.  We were chillin' in a beach house in South La Jolla (between the Jiffy Lube and the Travel Lodge - I know - I didn't know La Jolla had either of those things either, but the Bentley needs an oil change too, Son!).  Still, we were only 500 feet from the ocean, and it was pretty super.

Summary of our trip: eat breakfast a The Cottage, go to the beach, shower, have dinner (repeat daily).  Brilliant.

Enough on that.  I found myself laughing out loud at Mark's Blogodrome post, and after I finished my Pacifico, I couldn't resist logging on to go head-to-head with the RedHats.

What to write?  I toyed with the idea of a sonnet in which each stanza was about a different kind of beer.  But after reviewing the form for sonnets, I realized I was in no way up to that kind of effort.

A rant about current events?  I certainly like those.  This Scooter "my prison nickname will not be Scooter" Libby debacle is stinky.  But I'm feeling too mellow, and anyway I've been checked out of NPR and WSJ for five days now so I'd probably write something uncurrent.

Something about business school or our move?  Nah - too scary, too present.

Corporate America?  Yawn.  Liberals?  Eeeechh! Disingenous and dull.  Conservatives?  Confused.  Thrashing about in a waste of energy; ideology corrupted; the Messiah is a failure.  Now what?

Cost of gasoline?  Oh, no, already done.  Lawn care?  Who would make a post out of that?

Hmmmm.  Maybe a post about what to write about?

No one will read it, let alone make it to the bottom.  But I can kill a Stella and get something out there.  Something for Mel Gibson and those RedHats.  I'll go with that.