Well, by now we all know what happened with the election. This won’t change a large number of things in my life. I voted Liberal and the NDP candidate won for my region.
Out next election won’t have Paul Martin, as I figured. It will also be the litmus test of Harper, whether it is the Tories dropping the writ to gain more seats or the opposition forcing a new election. Hopefully it lasts at least 18 months. Frank McKenna has already been named by local news as a leading guy to replace Martin. I find that funny. Not because of him personally, but…it’s complicated and I don’t have the desire to delve into that mess.
Layton’s happy, because you know he’s totally going to be making out with his wife in the House of Commons. It’s the moustache, chicks dig the moustache.
I was happy to see Gerald Keddy get back in for the South Shore, also to see Anne McLellan lose, just because I don’t care for her that much. CBC made me laugh last night when in the midst of the election coverage, they debated for like five minutes about the proper way to refer to Marc Garneau’s status as the first Canadian astronaut. Someone said he was the first Canadian to walk in space, which another argued is incorrect. Garneau lost to the BQ member in his riding, ensuring such important conversation would never have to reach the House.
Unlike most of the Chicken Little’s out there, I’m interested to see what a Conservative government can provide before instantly denouncing them all as kitten eating Satanists and Harper as Canada’s George Bush. Those who make snap judgements…well…you should all know better.
Something else that made me guffaw is everyone going all nuts with their MSN names, telling people to vote. Turnout was up this year, but personally, as a casual observer, I’d rather intelligent choices versus number of ballots. You start pushing everyone to vote and you end up with situations like this.
Today, I read a really good Maclean’s magazine article on the voter numbers, while I was at the doctor’s office. Basically the general idea was that as younger voters become apathetic towards voting, the average age of voters increases, thus the political parties have to pander to the older crowd, because they’re the larger group of voters. Pandering to the older crowd alienates more younger voters, continuing the cycle. Look at the leaders of the political parties, they’re all old, white guys. This has more to do with representing the face of the main voter populace. Anyway, interesting and it’s a trend that probably won’t stop anytime soon.
I went to the Grawood with Terri and her friends to watch the coverage. We played trivia and won three pitchers of beer. By the time, Ontario and Quebec results were coming in, everyone had gone off with their own people, and since I only knew Terri, I got perturbed and left.
I had quite a few drinks in me and had a great time throwing snowballs at election signs on my walk back to my home.
I got interviewed by the Gazette, which is Dal’s newspaper. I find that funny, because I don’t go to Dal and I’m sure that the person who interviewed me thought I was a Dal student.
Hillary was there and by the time I actually talked to her, both her and I were pretty loaded. So then today, all the stupid neurones in my head were like, you should call her, y’know just to see how she’s doing. Luckily, smart neurones prevailed and I forgot my cell phone in its charger. Twice.
I went curling today. I won game number one, skipping a team of new curlers. That made me happy, because I got to help people learn the game. Then we played the second game and won that one too. So yay curling.
Anyway, I’ve been pretty bummed lately, mainly just today, and I haven’t really been able to put my finger on it. I’ve been actually working hard at work and getting a lot of things done, but I feel all frustrated and so on. Thankfully, I’ve nailed down the cuase. January 24th is mathematically the worst day of the year. So it’s not just me.
Tommorrow, I have a huge ass presentation to do to members of the provincial government. I have to wear a tie, but at least they provide lunch. I like lunch. I don’t like presentations, followed by a morning of sitting listening to Systems Analysis class all over again.
Finally, congrats to my sister, Amy. She passed the PARE portion of the RCMP application. Mom and Dad are on a cruise down south with my grandparents, but they’d be super happy if they knew too. Congrats!
Oh, and one last thing: I think Murf’s irritation IS justified and that anyone who thinks for some reason they’re protecting him needs to spend less time looking down their nose at those around them and more time just hanging out. Now everyone mess off and piss into the wind.