Brian Wilson

I was going to write about the Giants but tonight's ninth crushed my will.

I was going to write about bullies on the bus but that lacks a certain je ne sais quoi.

I was going to write about JaMarcus Russell but I don't want to sound racist.

I was going to write about Mitch McConnell but I just couldn't muster the strength.

I was going to write about Gonerfest but we forgot to book tickets.

I was going to write about the new Pynchon but the stoner ethos killed my brain.

I was going to write about the best double album to come out in the past decade, Dan Melchior's O Clouds Unfold, hot off the presses from Hook or Crook, but sometimes you have to let greatness simply flow over you.

I was going to write about the Piedmont social scene, but you wouldn't believe me.

I was going to write about the Dani Heatley trade, but you miserable bastards just don't care.

I was going to write about Cal football, but we know how these next few weeks will end.

I was going to write about Stephen Jackson, but Robert Rowell depresses me, as do grown men in We Believe t-shirts.

Let's face it- I just just don't have a thing to say.