I guess this is why I couldn’t score a New York Times or a Wall Street Journal today. There was not a newspaper of any sort to be had in the Triad tonight.

Just had a lovely visit from Sister Betty and Burqua Boy (of air freshener fame) on the Winston-Salem leg of Road Trip 2008. There was much Mexican food, much gas station shaped like a giant seashell, and much happy conversation. As it came at the end of a very long day, there will now be much coma. Good night.

Whither California? Apparently straight into the cesspool.

It bothers me that a bond referendum or anything that involves taxation in California requires a supermajority, but a simple majority is all that’s required to amend the state constitution and deny a basic right to significant part of the population.

I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed watching a concession speech quite as much as I enjoyed Elizabeth Dole’s. She was obviously quite bitter, and I’m not sure if she was more pissed off at Kay Hagan or at whichever of her staffers suggested the “Godless Americans” campaign that backfired so completely.

And as I post, CNN and NBC have just called the election for Barack Obama.

It’s pretty historic, all in all. We have our first African American President, North Carolina has its first female governor, and one woman defeated another woman in our Senate race.

But whither California?

Either way, I’m going to bed now.

Apparently, early voting was not the way to go this year. On average, it seems to have resulted in about an hour’s wait. Based on these reports, I gambled…and won. The whole process took me about six minutes this morning. And it turned out one of my neighbors is a poll worker. That made me feel strangely local and at home.