I had the distinct privilege of having the first "spoiled" ballot in my district today. Since I filled out my ballot with the requisite pen (which happened to be red), the scanner couldn't read it. You'd think they would have thought of that earlier.

Was I the only one creeped out by the old guy counting the Senate ballots in the cardboard box?

Finally, yesterday I had a conversation with a neighbor that finally clued me in to the fact that the building next to mine is a half-way home. Here is the conversation, verbatim:

Man: I raked the lawn!
Doc: That's good.
Man: The front and the back! It looks real good.
Doc: That's very nice.
Man: The Boeing 747 is the reason that cars have four doors.
Doc: What would we do without planes?