Seeing as though I had to waste a good section of my day voting - it was at least ten minutes that would have been better spent rubbing my face against a potato peeler - I figured I would vent share my pain with the world.

Frankly, this is the first election that has actually elicited an intellectual response from my good self. The response went something like this.

"NSW is screwed either way."

Which screw up do I vote for? Debnam, a 50+ grandpa who is FAR too keen to be photographed wearing little speedos, or Iemma, a bland man who could only manage the campaign slogan "There's more to do... but we're heading in the right direction."

Thats like telling the boss "Sorry, that report you asked for is running twelve years late, but I am planning on looking at it again this week." Or just as evil, being photographed in your wedding pics wearing nothing but little underpants with some nasty stains.

But there is one thing that amuses me about this election. All my brothers friends are finally old enough to vote, and find the whole thing a bit of a novelty... but I am getting tired of being asked "Have you voted yet?!!" and "How did it go?!!" as if voting is the new drug of choice for the new civic minded generation.

An actual conversation:

Friend : Did you vote yet?

Me : Yeah...

Friend : Howd it go?

Me : Yeah... totally awesome... Like... there is this massive book with EVERYONES names on it... its just like the book Jesus uses. But his is in colour.

You have to say your name and address (so you don't forget where you live), and then they ask you if you have voted before, just in case you really really love spending a good part of your saturday thinking about people you don't like... and voting repeatedly.

Friend : Yeah, lol.

Me : THEN they give you some oversized paper, and you have to put numbers in boxes and stuff.. I think its some kind of test...

But the real test, is fitting that massive stupid piece of paper for the legislative assembly into the little slot in the ballot boxes. If you don't fold it enough, there is this old man in a chair who gets grumpy, and tells you to fold it again!

Like I said before... NSW is screwed. I'm moving to WA.