Rock the Vote
Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:32 pmJen and I got up early to go vote. We left at 7:45am and got to the polling place in 5 minutes, and didn't really wait. I think we maybe waited for five minutes. Not too shabby. I was surprised how many white people there were at my polling place. Because I've never seen more than one white person at a time in that part of my neighborhood. Interesting.
So we voted, on paper. That was weird for me, because in Ohio we had those electric machine thingers. So I had to fill in bubbles and had Scan-Tron flashbacks. And I am paranoid that maybe my votes won't register because I went outside the lines a little. Filling in bubbles with fraying magic markers is no good when you have OCD.
Last night, I was looking for information on two candidates on one of my local races. Jack Hart was running against Susan Long. I know that Jack Hart (the incumbent) is in favor of the marriage amendment, but I searched and searched and couldn't find anything about Susan Long. When we got to our polling place, Jen and I were walking to the door and were accosted by people from the NGLTF who were checking our info. And then this older woman hands me a slip of paper and says, "Vote for Susan Long. She supports traditional marriage." I handed the woman her slip of paper back and said, "Thank you for your advice. You've convinced me to stay away from her." So then I had no one to vote for in that section. Poop.
On the way out, a /different/ NGLTF campaign person came up to Jen and me. I guess we "look the type" or something. Hee.
p.s. Regardless of the election, I want to go and get married tomorrow, JUST BECAUSE I CAN. Eff you, states with stupid propositions about amendments and DOMAs. I hate you.
So we voted, on paper. That was weird for me, because in Ohio we had those electric machine thingers. So I had to fill in bubbles and had Scan-Tron flashbacks. And I am paranoid that maybe my votes won't register because I went outside the lines a little. Filling in bubbles with fraying magic markers is no good when you have OCD.
Last night, I was looking for information on two candidates on one of my local races. Jack Hart was running against Susan Long. I know that Jack Hart (the incumbent) is in favor of the marriage amendment, but I searched and searched and couldn't find anything about Susan Long. When we got to our polling place, Jen and I were walking to the door and were accosted by people from the NGLTF who were checking our info. And then this older woman hands me a slip of paper and says, "Vote for Susan Long. She supports traditional marriage." I handed the woman her slip of paper back and said, "Thank you for your advice. You've convinced me to stay away from her." So then I had no one to vote for in that section. Poop.
On the way out, a /different/ NGLTF campaign person came up to Jen and me. I guess we "look the type" or something. Hee.
p.s. Regardless of the election, I want to go and get married tomorrow, JUST BECAUSE I CAN. Eff you, states with stupid propositions about amendments and DOMAs. I hate you.