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I'm not going to bore you with stories of how long the lines were, or about how the pen they gave me was inadequately inky to fill in the little bubbles on the ballot, leaving me temporarily disenfranchised by ball point. And I'm not going to bore you with the awesome details of the little old lady who maintained order in the line at my polling place. (Her favorite technique: treating us like 5 year olds. Did it work? You damn right it did.) I'm not even going to bore you with complaints related to the fact that some exit polls revealed voters leaving their precincts with free donuts in tow, while my precinct was somehow devoid of donuts. (And for the record, that one chapped my hide especially raw.)

What I will say is this. Thanks to my fake tivo, I barely saw a political ad all season. Also, parades are way better during election years. Oh, and one more thing. This was the first year I personally knew someone running for one of the 'bigger' races, insomuch as I used to occasionally have lunch with the Independent Party's Secretary of State candidate Joel Spoonheim. He was a real nice guy. He lost, natch.

See you in 2008.