Tiny bubbles

I know everybody else is doing it, but really - do you need me to remind you to vote today? Probably not. One of my regular Internet reads has taken down its content in an effort to convince you to get out the vote ...hell, even my spam is telling me to vote today. I think you get the picture, people.

As for me, I voted shortly before 9 a.m. this morning. We arrived at the polling place not sure what to expect, but happily got there before the lines started forming (said lines were inching out the door by the time we finished). I must admit though that today's process freaked me out a bit. I didn't realize they'd replaced our punch card ballots (you know, the ones with the potential for hanging chads) with these Scantron-like forms. When the polling person handed me my ballot, gave me a pen and directed me to an empty booth, I momentarily panicked, thinking Where's the machine? Why don't I have a machine? What is this? What's going on?

Then I looked down at the form, saw all those tiny bubbles, and realized that the times, they had a'changed.

Although, hello, where was the number two pencil? Ink pen? Using a Bic pen would get you in trouble in your first period history class, for sure.

Anyway, I filled in my bubbles very carefully, gave my ballot to the poll worker and took my "I Voted!" sticker. (And no Cory, I don't just do it for the sticker. Almost, but not quite).

And that's it. That's all I can to, except watch the coverage and returns. Brace myself for the worst ... and hope.

Tonight will be drinks, TV flipping and, perhaps, an Ativan or two. Thank God The Daily Show's doing an hour of live coverage - Morrissey definitely has the right idea ... if only...(photo via Cory).

Oh, and happy birthday to my brother Stephen, even though we are politically light years apart.

Also a happy birthday wish to Symbian. Enjoy your Election Day/Dia de los Muertos/birthday craziness.