It was election day today. State election in Victoria. To be honest, I couldn’t care about the outcome (Brumby or Ballieu, and a friend of mine is running in the Sex Party). (I don’t think having sex is an activity needed to run the state or country, however. But members may have sex to celebrate/commiserate the outcome (pun!) of election day.) (I have a Sex Party sticker on my TV table, come to think of it.)
All I cared about today was getting a sausage. Remember the Federal election day? Sausages were abundant, even when I’d already voted during the week. And I even forgave the apostrophe misuse on this clever sign at my local primary school.
Today there were no sausages for the state.
I was eager to get a sausage. My Facebook updates prove it:
Approx 7.15 am: What time do the Victorian polling booths open? I want a sausage.
And then disappointment:
Approx 8.30 am: What sort of democracy is this? No sausages at the polling booths.
Apparently I was too early for sausages. It’s never too early for a sausage. But I wasn’t in Melbourne during the day to get a sausage. And I missed out.
Friends provided Facebook updates about the state of the sausages (excuse the pun). A few missed out, including an election official – ‘what does that say about the state of the state?’ is an excellent summary from a friend about this sausageless election day. I got an election tip: ‘My boyfriend says you should move to a marginal seat if you want snags, and a really marginal one if you don’t want to pay for them…’ – I don’t know what marginal means, but if it means getting a sausage, then HELL to the YEAH!
In other election news (and don’t I feel stupid writing about the election when I am so uninformed and disinterested?), I received this pamphlet from the man himself on Thursday:
Here is a panda stamp.
And another panda spoon.
And a wombat and koala writing set – I adore stationery and also love wombats.
Look how cheap they were! 73 cents for five! Less money than a tin of sardines, and better for you!