So, I was looking up what time I can go vote, since I’ve been up till around 7:30 or 8:00AM the last several days, and I found this great quote in an article about why Arizona results may not be known right away:
“We have one polling place at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, so it always takes a few hours for somebody to hike those results out,” state Elections Director Jessica Funkhouser said.
I love that there’s a polling place at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. How great is that, people? I knew people lived down there, but now I wonder how many. Do they get their own representative in the House? Can they swing the vote for governor? If only 8% of them show up, how many people is that? 8?
Any way, get out and vote today. I’d like to see the voters legalize medical marijuana for the third time at the very least. I’ve been getting lists of names I should be voting for from the Arizona Human Rights Fund for the last four months, based on the single issue of human rights. A very important issue, but if I were to believe every negative ad I’ve seen in the last few weeks, I’d probably think that voting for anyone but Hess would plunge Arizona into the dark ages. Of course, that’s just because the other candidates don’t think Hess is enough of a threat to bother with a negative ad. I’ve pretty much been voting straight libertarian since age 17, but in recent years the local libertarian party has moved pretty far from the ideal that libertarianism is supposed to represent. So, I’ll probably vote along AHRF recommendations.
Oh, and since I can’t make heads or tails of the various gambling-related propositions, I’ll probably just read the briefs on them at the polling place and vote pro-gambling-expansion regardless of how much one group paid for advertisements or how many tribes are behind the other, or whose books are open or closed or … I can’t figure that one out. And did I say pro-medial-marijuana? I’d be pro-medical-crack if it was on the ballot; someone’s got to regulate drugs, and the FDA is doing a better job than the DEA in my book.
Oh, in case you can’t tell, I’m killing time. Procrastinating on my novel, waiting for paint to dry on a homework assignment, waiting for the sun to come up so I can go vote… How long until the polls open? How much novel left to write? An hour and 45,000+ words, you say? Huh. I bet I can fill an hour working on homework!
Update at 5:45AM: I forgot to mention that I’ll be among the ballots to be verified that slow down the process of determining who has won. My ballot has to be counted by hand after they verify that I haven’t voted wherever I’m supposed to vote for the last address change I remembered to appraise them of. Or whatever else the “verify” about my ballot. I’ve actually had to do this for every election I’ve voted in since I turned 18, since I never remember to submit change of address in time. Actually, come to think of it, I had to do it for the election I voted in before I turned 18, too. You know, because I wasn’t 18. They verified it though, and counted my vote. You know, because I turned 18 before the next general election. It was just a primary. Anyway, I finished the mandala (photo 1, photo 2, comment on photos) for 2D Design tonight. I’ve just finished a lovely braunschwager sandwich, and will be strolling down to my local polling place with proof of address in hand in a few minutes.