Democracy! It's delicious.
Well, I've done my part for participatory democracy. Armed with my driver's license and a letter from the University of Toronto to my Toronto address, I cast my vote in the Toronto-Danforth riding today. Unlike the comically-isolated Italian ethnic club I always had to vote at in Guelph, my voting station here was quite literally the public school across the street. Minimal hassle, and full griping rights when whoever wins steers the country down the drain. Ah, the bliss of a citizen's duty.
(my crystal-ball prediction, to be verified later tonight: Harper pulls in another, slightly reduced minority. Dion and Harper both lose a few to Duceppe, Layton skyrockets, and May, despite better results than ever before, doesn't get a single seat, especially not her own, because our electoral system blows armadillos)
Today also included the first of three midterms to be written in 24 hours. Thankfully, I knocked this one clean out of the park; Dr. Rogers went easy on his trademark ultra-obscure questions, and the few he did whip out were on topics I really enjoyed and thus remembered very clearly. The really, really scary one, fittingly, isn't until tomorrow night. Bitte gib mir Kraft, and not the macaroni.
Also: heaven help my indie-hatin' soul, but I think I'm kinda falling in love with Ratatat. The music people at work have been spinning Classics a lot lately, and darned if it ain't incredibly catchy. The whole loud-but-not-heavy guitar-harmony-over-beats thing keeps making me think I'm playing Mega Man while I'm supposed to be selling books, but is that such a bad thing?
