Sphincter

I voted. It was like a million degrees in the church and I brought all this proof that I'm a North Van resident and they didn't even look at it and these women at another were squawking about my "wedding" ring while I was trying to sign in and then I had to put my voting sheet into this Scantron type deal and in retrospect there should have been some kind of printed receipt that I could take with me to prove that the machine recorded my choices correctly. Machines fuck up sometimes you know. Even humans have been known to fuck up from time to time. And here I was thinking that they were endlessly infallible, but look at all the people that re-elected George Bush.

When I was out on Friday night, I asked one of my coworkers who lives near me if he was going to vote and it had sort of slipped his mind so I said "get the political run down from L-" cause he's hugely into politics. So we're trying to think of ways for him to remember all the people to vote for and once of the guys' names was Schecter or something, so he's like "sphincter. I can remember that" and then as I was in the booth I thought to myself "sphincter! I have to vote for that guy". Phew. Municipal voting is hard.

So I was going to blog a little bit about what a fucking idiot I am and how I'll be better next time, but I'm pushing 32 and I don't think you're an asshole for just one day, if you dig.