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Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosYay! I have now officially voted. (Which is good, because when I left, the line reached approximately to Guam.)
So, my morning so far has looked like this:
5:00 - Roll out of bed.
5:01 - Get up off the floor where I landed and throw on some clothes.
5:10 - After smacking myself to wake myself up, head out to the voting place.
5:12 - Walk towards the voting place wearing a black hoodie and listening to "Mosh."
5:13 - Pause the first time I look around for other people in black hoodies to officially accept the "World's Biggest Idiot" award.
5:30 - Arrive at elementary school voting place. Wonder where all the other black hoodies are.
5:31 - Realize that it's entirely possible the other black hoodies don't even know that 5:30 is a real time and think it was just made up to scare slackers.
5:33 - Am bored. Get thoroughly tempted to call my dad in PA and ask him whom he's voting for. Figure out my father, the world's only terminal night owl, probably got up early enough for his vote to count as being submitted last Tuesday, if he even voted at all.
5:40 - Take out my AlphaSmart fully intended to write. Spend the next ten minutes staring at it trying to remember what it is. Swear off attempting to even think before six in the morning.
5:55 - Watch as pollsters promptly piss off half the line by announcing they're sorting voters in alphabetical order rather than first come, first serve. Become amused when poor, stupid pollster gets yelled at by members of the line for being too doofy to add that he's only doing it with the first ten people or so.
6:00 - Voting begins.
6:02 - As I'm only twelfth or thirteenth in line, yes, that's exactly when I got in there.
6:05 - Leave voting booth. Gaze longingly at the e-voting machine like the technojoy nerd I am.
6:07 - Exit the building. Am promptly confronted by the sight of a line so long it's probably extended itself to New Zealand since I started this post.
So, yay. Now I need to write. And later, to buy booze, because the 7-11 only has crappy alcohol.
So, my morning so far has looked like this:
5:00 - Roll out of bed.
5:01 - Get up off the floor where I landed and throw on some clothes.
5:10 - After smacking myself to wake myself up, head out to the voting place.
5:12 - Walk towards the voting place wearing a black hoodie and listening to "Mosh."
5:13 - Pause the first time I look around for other people in black hoodies to officially accept the "World's Biggest Idiot" award.
5:30 - Arrive at elementary school voting place. Wonder where all the other black hoodies are.
5:31 - Realize that it's entirely possible the other black hoodies don't even know that 5:30 is a real time and think it was just made up to scare slackers.
5:33 - Am bored. Get thoroughly tempted to call my dad in PA and ask him whom he's voting for. Figure out my father, the world's only terminal night owl, probably got up early enough for his vote to count as being submitted last Tuesday, if he even voted at all.
5:40 - Take out my AlphaSmart fully intended to write. Spend the next ten minutes staring at it trying to remember what it is. Swear off attempting to even think before six in the morning.
5:55 - Watch as pollsters promptly piss off half the line by announcing they're sorting voters in alphabetical order rather than first come, first serve. Become amused when poor, stupid pollster gets yelled at by members of the line for being too doofy to add that he's only doing it with the first ten people or so.
6:00 - Voting begins.
6:02 - As I'm only twelfth or thirteenth in line, yes, that's exactly when I got in there.
6:05 - Leave voting booth. Gaze longingly at the e-voting machine like the technojoy nerd I am.
6:07 - Exit the building. Am promptly confronted by the sight of a line so long it's probably extended itself to New Zealand since I started this post.
So, yay. Now I need to write. And later, to buy booze, because the 7-11 only has crappy alcohol.
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Date: 2004-11-02 03:38 pm (UTC)True I forgot about that. Why do you elect people on working days, I'm just wondering... maybe there's a perfectly good reason.
Here all the elections are held on sundays between 8am and 8pm and as I said, never ever had to queue.
I've got so many questions about your political system like why do you keep the electoral college thing-y why don't you try something like everybody votes and the guy who got more voices wins ?
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Date: 2004-11-03 07:54 am (UTC)When someone figures that one out, please let me know too. :) Ditto for the voting on Tuesdays. It's what the law says, so.... *shrug* I personally think the electoral college needs to go, but gods forbid we change 200-some years of tradition.... *eyeroll*
(P.S. Love your icon!)
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Date: 2004-11-03 05:04 pm (UTC)In France like in the USA, some of our laws goes back to 200 years ago (our civil code is from 1804 and, on some issues hasn't really been touched since).
It would be about time that someone decides to dust them in both our countries.
As for the icon, thanks but it's been made by someone far more talented than me (whose name I forgot, if somebody knows it drop me a line) that actually know how to make icons :)
Yours isn't too bad either.
Anyway thanks for all these kind answers and sympathy for you and your country.