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Thursday, Mar. 30, 2006 - 12:57 a.m.

BART (our most-used public transit system here in the Bay Area) messed up for several hours Wednesday evening. They err ummed and sort of gave an excuse for why the trains got all snargled up at the height of the evening commute, but I have this sneaking feeling that Joe Middle Man goofed around with the computer software and installed the wrong service pack or something and they don't wanna expose the name of the individual who did such a dumb thing.

They've promised it won't happen again.

Like they did on Monday and Tuesday.

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South Park was excellent last night, as usual.

"I swore I would never set foot in San Francisco. God help me." -- Eric Cartman

The episode poked lots and lots and LOTS of fun at San Francisco.

I will state for the record that yes, there's a big cloud of smug enveloping everybody here in the city and county -- even the conservatives like myself -- but I promise you that not all of us are enchanted with the smell of our own farts.

ALMOST all. But not all.

And by the way, Kyle got it wrong. Hybrid vehicles won't help the atmosphere, nor pay for itself in gasoline savings, UNLESS of course you manage to keep one running for AT LEAST sixteen years. And when it's done, don't allow the batteries into any landfill anywhere.

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