I'm Knott Going to lie...



I tried to get Megan to watch The Shakiest Gun in The West, but to no avail. I really love Don Knotts, and I think he's a comic genius. Not in a Gen-X, tongue-in-cheek, movie-guy-irony sort of way, but honestly and genuinely. I think he's up there with Jerry Lewis [about which I am also completely serious].

If you know me [and you do], you know that comedy is one of the only things I take seriously, and I have fairly finicky tastes. Knotts is a fantastic physical comedian, and his warmth and humanity make him endlessly endearing. If you've never seen The Reluctant Astronaut, you're missing out.
- posted by Mason @ 11:48 PM

A Limerick.

There once was a man from Iraq
Who had holes down the length of his cock
When he'd get an erection
He'd play a selection
From Johann Sebastian Bach
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Man, that dude is crazy... for reals.



My 'Rican friend Issac uses the word pooputt [possibly poo-putt] quite a lot. I'd never heard it before, but i googled it and it seems like a word that only black people use. It's equivalent to saying that you're a wack ass bitch or a trick ass ho.

So that's your word the day... ya fuckin' poo-putt.
- posted by Mason @ 11:41 PM

The root of my skepticism.



In the second grade I read a book about ghosts, ghostly happenings and paranormal events.
It scared the ever loving shit out of me.

It was one of those books with stories like, "A woman sees her father's face outside her window, she goes outside but there is no one there. She later learns that her father died in a car crash 500 miles away at precisely that instant." I was terrified. At the time I very, very much believed in the paranormal. I was Ghostbusters crazy, and had just seen Beetlejuice, and I think reading that book just sent me over the edge.

I became gripped with a pathological fear of spirits, spooks and specters. When I got up at night to pee, I wouldn't pee directly in the water because I didn't want the ghosts to hear me. It got so bad that my dad gave me an old ring and told me it would protect me from all ghosts... or maybe he said it would make me invisible to ghosts. I can't remember, but either way it worked. I stopped being scared and my life went back to normal.

Soon after that I realized that it wasn't possible for the ring to be magical, and that ghosts probably weren't real. That also made me question other things like souls, heaven, hell, what happens to you after you die and the like. I went on believing in god for a while (or at least believeing enough to pray that if he would get me out of a situation that I would never do anything bad again and that I would give all my toys to poor kids and that we'd go to church every Sunday), and even went to church voluntarily in the fourth grade when I was a Webelos scout.

You didn't know I was a cub scout? Oh, mai oui!

Once I hit the sixth grade all bets were off and I knew that I didn't believe in anything. Add heavy metal into the mix [courtesy of Guns and Roses via Terminator 2 and AC/DC via Last Action Hero] and there was no turning back, eventually leading to the passionate non-theist you know and love today.
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Rain, Rain and More Rain



Alan Sherman was right, we would have more fun if it stopped raining. We're basically grounded from pleasure riding until it clears up a little. It's monsoon season here in North Texas and we've been getting drenched almost everyday. We had a short break where the humidity was 80% and I could hardly breathe outside my apartment, but other than that the shit's been coming down fairly steadily for almost a month.

Two Things:

#1 - I watched The Descent last night. It's a horror movie about spelunking. I enjoyed it, I was startled a number of times, shocked and a little grossed out. I'm no schoolgirl and consider myself fairly unflappable re: horror movies, so that's tantamount to a ringing endorsement. Well worth your time.

#2 - I don't really understand comic books or their attraction, but I'm fascinated by this. It's a VERY long list of superheroes/villains and their religious affiliations. I know, it's bizzare, yes? The thing I find interesting (and something I'd never considered before) is the staggering dearth of Quaker comic book characters. I suppose that peace, brotherhood and community aren't the most exciting beliefs for superheroes to have.
- posted by Mason @ 11:57 PM

The salad bar is not a right, it's a privilege.



You're an adult. You're at the salad bar.
You somehow manage to spill corn all the fuck over everywhere... and then you just walk away.

That amazes me.
What's the thought process behind that?

"Oh hell, I just spilled like a thousand fucking kernels of corn all over the floor and I got it all in the peas and mushrooms and shit. I could clean it up but..... nah, fuck it."

There's really just no call for that.
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Spinach in a Smoothie? Now I KNOW that motherfucker is crazy.



And the hits just keep on coming. Today I convinced perfect strangers to let me add spinach to their smoothies, and then... DUM DUM DUM! They actually liked it. If you've never rocked the green smoothie before, you honestly cannot taste the spinach. It helps that we have a totally kick-ass Vita Mix at work, but you can make them at home too.

I also had one of the best tasting drinks of all time today. Almond milk. I've never bought it because it's INSANELY expensive (3-4 times the price of soy or rice milk), but it's mind-blowingly delicious. It's the Hulk Hogan of creamy non-dairy beverages. I opened a vanilla Almond Breeze for a customer to make a latte, and I had a taste of the leftover steamed milk. Wow. Seriously, it's so much thicker than soy or rice, and the flavor is amazing. If you don't dig on the flavour of almonds you'd probably hate it, but I'm all about it now. I'm interested to try and make my own as well. We'll see about that. Ok, time to watch The 4400!
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Peaches on a Pizza? This motherfucker must be crazy.



I made a Barbecued Peach Pizza today. Fuck yeah. We're having Peach Fest at work, and I wasn't about to be shown up. I sliced fresh peaches, dressed them with a generous helping of spicy BBQ sauce and popped them in the oven. They made me loose [sic] my mind with their tastiness.

If you think about it, peaches aren't really all that sweet, especially before they're really ripe. The texture was sort of like a fleshy bell pepper. And spicy? Hell yes, they were wonderful. I sampled a bunch of it out and sold three pizzas. I was proud of myself.

Please bear in mind that I am in no way advocating the eating of cheese, it's just a job. I'm also against "grilled desert" or other such Tyler Florence-esque nonsense. I'm just talking about using peaches as a fucking vegetable.

Issac would say, "Yo son, that shit is stone cold. For reals."
- posted by Mason @ 11:42 PM

I walked home.



We're having some bike issues today [Megan has the deets]. The $7.00 Free Spirit blew a tire on the way to work, so I locked it to a pole on Huebert St. and hoofed it the rest of the way.

When I got home (pushing the bike is totally balls, by the by) I decided to get down on some hardware swapping. I moved some drives around and have fully dumped XP from my life. The computer behind the TV is now 100% Ubufied.

Tomorrow I"m going to slap some JB Weld on the Raleigh's pedal to see if that fixes it.
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Television is my Friend.


Title Sequence From Mannix

Megan and I spent the day lazing about. We haven't done it in forever, and it felt really good to just take a break. We met my dad for lunch at the greek restaurant, megan made some more excellent soy ice cream (this time choklate cooky] and then we watched five hours of Canadian Idol.

I know, what a total and complete waste. I should have been out doing something interesting, or at least reading my book about the Boxer Rebellion, but I just wanted to do nothing today.

Blogger has a new "video upload" feature that I'm trying out today. I downloaded two episodes of Mannix, so here's a clip from the title sequence. I highly recommend it, as it beats Ewe-toob's ass to the ground.

I also downloaded the pilot of Then Came Bronson [it was on a newsgroup, ok? it's not like i sought it out...]. Let me know if you want a copy. I've never actually seen it but I've always wanted to. It's a show about a man who is fed up with his humdrum workaday world, so he says "fuck this" and rides his motorcycle all around America. Our tv friend Michael Parks stars AND sings the theme. You know how I love that. {Lee Majors, anyone?}
- posted by Mason @ 11:37 PM

Fyvush Finkel is the Most Jewish Man in America


check out my sweet 1996 photoshop effect

Fyvush Finkel is one of my favorite people ever. Star of broadway stage and a number of David E. Kelly series, he is easily the most charismatic character actors of all time. We've been watching Picket Fences [and of course I love Boston Public] and I'd forgotten how much I like Kelly's work. I wonder if I might like Ally McBeal...

Anyway, Fyvush just destroys me. He's so dead on it hurts. His character on Picket Fences, shyster attorney Douglas Wambaugh, is both hilarious and pointed and his interaction with Ray Walston (the town judge) is totally classic. He's a bad ass old Jew, and he doesn't take any shit. I wonder who would win in a fight between Finkel and Jackie Mason?

Watch Picket Fences. It's worth your time.
- posted by Mason @ 11:27 PM

Two New Shows, Three Returning Favorites



We just finished watching the first episode of the new BBC drama "Jekyll". [get it here] It's modern day Jekyll and Hyde, but instead of being fucking retarded, it's actually very good.



We also watched the premier of "Meadowlands", Showtime's new series about a town inhabited by people in witness protection. It's a British production, slightly eerie in a very Lynch/Frost sort of vien (though obviously not as good). It's intruiging, so we will continue to watch it.

Addtionally, The 4400, Entourage and Big Love are back AND I just downloaded season one of Picket Fences. This promises to be a summer of tasty television.

Also, my recommended nightcap is a mug of hot soymilk with a tablespoon of cinnamon and sugar mixed in. You can also enjoy it cold by combining 8oz soy or rice milk with one tablespoon of cin/sugar [four parts sugar to one part cinnamon] in a pan on the stove. Bring it almost to a boil, making sure that the sugar is dissolved, then pop it in the fridge until it's chilled. It's a great summer pick me up! Fuckers.
- posted by Mason @ 11:30 PM

Happy Birthday Comet!



Today was the day we celebrate Comet's birthday. We've always just figured backward six months from the day we found her, so June 18th it is. We had some cookies and she had a bone [shown here], we should have gotten party hats, but she wouldn't have worn one anyway. We've had Comet as long as we've been together, so today is her 7th birthday. [Wow, Megan and I will have been together for seven years in October. Besides your parents or grandparents who else do you know that have been able to put up with each other for that long?]

Comet was happy, we were happy, the only loser here is Riker because he really wanted that bone. He'll have to wait until his birthday.
- posted by Mason @ 11:22 PM

The DaVinci LOAD



Dan-Dan and Robox are spending the night here in the Big D. We tried to watch The DaVinci Code but it was so boring we were all falling asleep after less than thirty minutes. We turned it off and watched Scared Straight! instead.
- posted by Mason @ 10:08 PM

I'm not such a bad guy after all.



Today I did something nice. A lady in her mid to late 70's [with a portable oxygen tank, no less] came up to the counter. She had a baguette in her hand. I asked what I could help her with, and she said, "Well, I'm having spaghetti tonight and I got this bread and I want to make garlic bread. Do ya'll have garlic spread I can use?"

Well, we don't have garlic spread but I wasn't just going to tell this sweet old texas grandma to go fuck herself, so I said, "We don't have any garlic spread made up, but if you want I can whip you up some garlic butter." She was thrilled, to say the least.

I grabbed some butter, tossed it in a metal dish and put it in the pizza oven. I chopped some roasted garlic, pulled the butter out, mashed that shit up and threw it in a little tub. I wrote "sample" on it and handed it across the counter.

She said [with just a hint of tear in the eye, I might add] "Oh honey, thank you so much! That's more than enough, I'm just one person. Sometimes it's hard to get motivated to cook when you're all alone. I really appreciate you dropping what you were doing to make that for me."

It made me feel really good and I'm so glad I took five minutes out of my day to help her. I know I would want someone to make my grandmother some garlic butter if she needed some. We should all drop what we're doing occasionally to help someone who really needs it, since 99% of the time we're all selfish pricks.
- posted by Mason @ 11:45 PM

I feel lazy re: making a post.



We rode some extra miles this morning and work was extra busy tonight. Instead of making a post about something, I've chosen to upload this spectacular picture of a dude's Queensryche tattoo.

I enjoy heavy metal music, but this gentleman must be a serious fan. Cheers to you friend.
- posted by Mason @ 11:34 PM

can you hear us humping on your stereo?


megan's photos are the bomb

I now really wish I had kept some of the several hundred tapes I gave away at the garage sale when we moved to Tejas. I had some pretty good shit, too. Now I'll have to make mix tapes all over again. In some ways, that's ok because bike tapes are totally different from car tapes. Being bike-slack allows me to disregard things like common sense and practicality and skip straight to bungeeing a mono cassette player to the front of my handlebars.

I've had this little beauty for about five years now. I bought it at a Boy Scout sale at the Methodist Church on 18th and Meridian in Oklahoma City. If you ever see a sale there, you should go out of your way to stop. We got the infamous Foghat t-shirt (from Daniel's legendary mullet pictures) at the same location several years prior.

The nutty thing about this setup is that it doesn't sound that bad. It's very loud and fairly clear. If I could ride with no hands, I would get good at playing guitar and riding so I could record some songs with this rig.
- posted by Mason @ 11:54 PM

"Our Social Graces", or "The Line, and How Not to Cross It."



I was getting something out of the case for a lady today when I looked up and noticed that her jeans were unzipped. For the briefest of seconds I considered telling her... after all, I would want to know that my fly was open. Of course I came to my senses and realized this would have been the gravest of social faux pas, and since I value my job very highly, I kept my mouth shut.

Doesn't it seem sad and sort of insane that we keep information like this from each other? That we'd let another human being embarrass themselves to no end simply because we don't want to be the embarrasser? After pondering it further, I decided that I wouldn't ever tell anyone I didn't know very intimately that their pants were undone, even though I would be incredibly cross at everyone around me for not letting me know if my cock was about to flop out. We hate social awkwardness so much that we throw our fellow man to the wolves rather than extend them our hand.

If we can't even let strangers know they've accidentally violated our standards of public decorum, what else are we keeping from each other?
- posted by Mason @ 11:47 PM

You seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a fuck.


we mounted the camera on megan's handlebars

Ten years ago my motto, my mantra, my catchphrase was "whatever". I was Pierre, and I said "I don't care" [A non WTWTA Sendak reference? This guy's good.] It was stupid, it was childish, it was angsty. It was so fifteen years old it hurt. A decade later I couldn't be more different:

15: I believe there is no god.
25: I don't believe in god.

15: Nothing matters, so what's the point?
25: Everything matters. That's the point.

15: I'm smarter than everyone.
25: I wish I'd been as smart as I am now ten years ago.

15: Whatever...
25: I don't give a fuck.

Do you see the difference in each of these things? Some of them are more subtle than others, but for me they're all a complete 180. The last set is the most important, as it represents the huge transformation I've undergone since sophomore year. Then I wore a Milwaukee's Best foamy mesh hat [I was way ahead of the curve on that one] because I thought it looked cool. Now I wear a "Baltimore Aquarium" cap because it was 50 cents and I need it to keep the sun out of my eyes. Then I wore black t-shirts with flannel shirts over them because I thought it made me look edgy. Now I roll the sleeves of my t-shirts when I ride my bike so my upper arms will tan evenly. I look like a nut, especially in cut off dickies, but I simply do not give a shit. It's the utility I care about.

The me in tenth grade had an image that I viciously protected. It was carefully crafted, executed and reinforced by my every word and action. I now have an ideology that I live unrepentantly, and my choices are based on a set of beliefs about what's best for me and the world in which I live. Then my actions where dictated by an arbitrary and not particularly well founded, researched or defended library of ideas that I thought made me seem cooler and smarter than other people. Now I act in accordance with my chosen lifestyle because it's truly what I want to do with my life, and anyone who doesn't like it can suck me.

I fundamentally reject all religion, but Crunchy Vegan Utility Biking has helped me to understand what it means to believe in something. Unlike religion however, I have facts to back up my beliefs.
- posted by Mason @ 9:59 PM

The Weaver Brothers are not happy campers.



Neither Daniel nor I are in particularly good humours at the moment. D to the EL is trapped in an especially deep circle of hell, on what I've dubbed as [in somewhat of an 80's Matt Groening homage] "The Hardcore Tour from Heck". He's using his new T-Mobile Dash to keep us updated from the road via his too oft ignored blog. Daniel reminds me why I've always refused to tour: it's depressing, expensive, exhausting, and no one cares about your shitty band. Wish him luck and give him encouragement by sending an email to: dayofthedot AT gmail DOT com [obviously that would be in the form of an actual email address].

When I came out of the store tonight, there was a tiny chunk of glass in my back tyre. Yup, a fucking flat. Meg came to meet me and we tried in vain to fix it for about half an hour. It was entirely too dark to see the puncture in the tube, so I put the whole bitch back together and we walked our bikes the two miles home. I'll patch it tomorrow morning. It's no big deal in the long run, but it sure did piss me off. I was quite displeased.

After we got home Megan got peppermint oil in her eye. Nice, eh?
Now I'm going to sleep away my troubles.
- posted by Mason @ 11:59 PM

Things I Shouldn't Say.



I'm sort of an asshole, as you well know. I think terrible things about people all the time. Unlike a the majority of jerks in this country, I have enough sense of decorum to hold my tongue. Sometimes I don't even have to try to be hateful and misanthropic.

Here's an example:

[sporty, bourg-y, 30ish couple is buying food at the counter]
MAN: Well, we're buying this food for our friends.
WOMAN: Yeah, they're too tired to cook right now, they just had a baby.
ME: [in my head] On purpose?

That's who I am. It honestly was the FIRST thing that popped into my head.
I love my job however, so I didn't say it out loud.

ME: [out loud] Oh really, boy or a girl?
WOMAN: A girl. They named it Madison.
ME: [in my head] How revolting.
ME: [out loud] That's great. It sure is nice of you guys to take them some food. Have you tried the quinoa?

It goes on from there, but the rest is unimportant. I'm sure you know how Megan and I feel about children, especially having them. We think it's the most disgusting, barbaric, horrid act on the face of the earth. Additionally, it's the most damaging and negative thing a person can do for the planet. In the third part, how can you possibly so selfish as to deliberately create a new baby in a world where literally thousands of children are euthanised every day in orphanages? It's amazingly irresponsible.

______________________________________________________
Bonus Post!



You also know that I hate the fucking Beatles. The cable radio station in the store has been set on "60's" or what-the-fuck-ever for about a week. I've head Magical Mystery Tour about a jillion times, and everytime I hear it I hate it even more. I don't understand the Beatles. I know their lyrics "changed the lives" of my parent's generation, but I think they're total nonsense. Anyone who says the Beach Boys aren't better is a turd, a dumb-bell, and a toot-burger.

Brian, Dennis and Carl rule, John and Paul drool.
- posted by Mason @ 11:23 PM

I'm a little tired.



I worked some overtime today for a total of an 11 hour shift. I also burned my thumb with the steam from the espresso machine. I also attempted to watch episode 2 of the new Kevin Williamson programme Hidden Palms. It's terrible. As much as we love the Dawson's (shamefully for me, proudly for Megan) the new show is so bad that even we can't watch it.

If you're looking for a less interesting The OC with a murder mystery, and you have no taste whatsoever, it's the show for you.

I am now eating a vegan Boca Burger. It tastes good.
- posted by Mason @ 11:26 PM

Announcing my new project...



I'm putting together a compilation album called "I've Been in Analysis for Years..." it's going to be a Woody Allen tribute album. Submit your songs now to meet the August 31st deadline. The only rule is that you can't say the words "Woody Allen" in the song. Other than that, as long as the song is about something Woody Allen related, it's in. I'm looking for 12 original songs of any style [but preferably indie rock], any recording quality [the worse the better, actually], and any length [as long as it's under 3 minutes].

There's no money involved and I know that no one will send me anything, but it's a fun idea anyway. Write a song about Woody Allen, NOW!
- posted by Mason @ 8:04 PM

Wheatgrass... I gotta wash my eyes.



I tried wheatgrass for the first time today. It wasn't that bad. Sort of sweet upfront with a mildly unpleasant grassy aftertaste. It's apparently some sort of miracle/wonderfood. The whole thing stinks of mumbo jumbo to me... I'm going to do some research and see if I can find some actual scientific evidence one way or the other.
- posted by Mason @ 11:45 PM

Photojournalism... oh, and my cock.


We rode over to Fair Park this morning for lack of a better method of time passage. At the Hall of State [pictured above], the Dallas Historical Society is showing an exhibit of local photographer Andy Hanson [pictured below].


photo via superficialsnapshots

I can't find anything about Hanson online, which I think is strange, so here's a rundown of the show. I gather that he was a photojournalist for the Dallas Times Herald from the mid 50's on. Everything that ever happened in Dallas in the last fifty years has an accompanying Hanson photo to prove that it took place. His work is beautiful, real and even poignant at times. I found his photo of Kennedy's operating room at Park Memorial taken the day after the shooting especially haunting.

Hanson reminds me that there was a time in this country when more than one company owned all the news outlets, and you actually had to be a professional to be a professional photographer. I wish there was an example photo to post so you could see how wonderful it is, but I couldn't find one anywhere. The show's only on through June, 11th, so I suggest getting the fuck over there a-sap.

Also, I was wearing a pair of corduroy pants today that I hadn't worn in about a month. They used to be real ball huggers, but since I've lost weight they are considerably more loose. If you know me [and you do] you know that I generally choose not to wear underwear. The fabric was rubbing against my dong and really starting to become uncomfortable. In the end I was forced to wrap my cock and balls with toilet paper to prevent chafing. From now on I'll wear boxers with cords, and I would suggest you do the same.
- posted by Mason @ 11:46 PM

Home Again.



Well, we're back from the OK, and we had a great time. My mom insisted on buying us a sorbet/ice cream maker, which is going to be soylicious! I bought a book about making speaker cabinets, a comical coffee mug [for my herbal tea] and another bike basket. We saw our families, and in general had a very pleasant trip. Now it's back to work, back to bicycling and back to normalcy. So just to recap: things are well.
- posted by Mason @ 11:46 PM

Still not at home.



Eating lunch with Nanny, doing family stuff. No time for a post Dr. Jones.
- posted by Mason @ 11:06 AM

No Post, I'm on Vay-Kay


I'm in O to the K. Will return later in the week.
- posted by Mason @ 11:05 AM

On the Road A-gay-an



Time to make the donuts! We're driving back to Oklahoma this evening to visit our families. While I'm excited to see them, I couldn't be more displeased that I must burn gallons and gallons of petrol to achieve that goal. I haven't driven in over a month, and I'm not looking forward to it. Car trips used to bore the shit out of me, now I don't know if I'll be able to take it. If we had an unlimited amount of time, we'd ride home.

"HA!" You say. "Mason, that's unreasonable, you could never do that." I beg to differ. We could ride 30 miles a day easily, 40 if we really pushed ourselves. If we had a month, (and trailers to carry the dogs) we would spend two weeks traveling and one week at home. State highways are [relatively] safe for cyclists, and the adventure alone would make the trip worth while. It's something to think about if I ever get a month off.

If someone would just give us $50,000 I could spend the next five years cycling America. Anyone looking to hand out cash?

No? I didn't think so.

Damn.

Dinner last night/breakfast at work this morning:

Chicken Seitan [meg is the fucking wiz with the gluten]
Sauteed Cabbage in Vinagrette
Mushroom Gravy [i'm a vegan saucier, and i'm not ashamed to say it]
Rice

- posted by Mason @ 10:03 AM

We are soooo fucked.
My friend (the seemingly only sensible paper left in this country) the San Francisco Chronicle has thisstory today about not only what fucking sheep people are, but how "fuel lust" has driven them all completely insane. As gas creeps closer to the $4 mark (and it will be by summer's end) one would think that people start to become more concerened with the AMOUNT of it they use, not how much it costs... you'd be wrong.

SAN FRANCISCO
Cheap gas, but a long wait
At $2.98 a gallon, station pumped dry by late afternoon

Marisa Lagos, Chronicle Staff Writer
Friday, June 1, 2007

To some people -- hundreds, in fact -- $5 is worth waiting three hours in line.

That was the lesson learned Thursday, as motorists idled in block-long queues just to gas up at the Shell station at Sixth and Harrison streets in San Francisco, where owner Bob Oyster was offering a rare deal: gas for less than $3 a gallon.

They traveled miles, crossed toll bridges and ran their engines for hours, all to save $5 or $10.

Oyster's prices were low -- $2.98 for regular, a penny more for higher octane -- but still just 50 cents less than the city's average of $3.53 per gallon.

In the shadow of the Chevron across the street, which was selling premium gas for $3.81, however, many customers fueled up with the feeling they were getting a deal.

"It's worth it to me -- every penny is worth it," said Shirley Hodges of Hayward, who waited 2 1/2 hours to fill up her Mercury Villager van.

As the ticker inched closer to $60, Hodges began to have doubts.

"Maybe I'm not saving as much as I thought," she said, but soon determined she had paid about $10 less than usual. The going-out-of-business deal was part of Oyster's one-man protest against Shell Oil Co., which he accuses of charging independent gas station owners higher prices, cutting their profits. Previously, Oyster had raised his prices to above the $4-per-gallon mark -- making passers-by wonder why anyone would stop there when they could pull into the Chevron for a better deal.

But on Wednesday, Oyster changed his tack and said the station would offer $2.98 gas until the last 6,000 gallons were gone.

The final drops were drained by 5 p.m. Thursday, with premium grade the first to go.

There were some testy nerves and a lot of honking horns, but most people were all smiles as they pumped their relatively cheap fuel. One bicyclist riding by wasn't nearly as pleased, yelling, "You're all idiots! Idiots!" before she pedaled off down Harrison.

Sabrina Allen, who drove all the way from San Leandro for the rare deal, said she saved $8 or $9 filling up her Dodge Charger with about 11 gallons of gas.

Customer Avon Curtis also said it was well worth her 90 minutes in line for the $4 she saved filling up her Ford Focus, regardless of the fact that she was running late for work.

"I have to think smart. I'm a single parent, so I have to budget my money," said Curtis, a San Francisco mother of six.

Some customers weren't so sure they had spent their time wisely.

David Budd of San Francisco said his one hour, 40-minute wait wasn't worth the $4 he saved to fill up his hybrid Honda Civic -- it made him 15 minutes late to pick up a friend at the airport.

Well, I'll be fucked. People just can't help themselves, I suppose. That's why our society will crumble in our lifetimes.
- posted by Mason @ 10:13 AM