I know that President Obama will have many more important things to do. But I hope that one of his first acts as president will be to launch an investigation into Billy Mays. Specifically, two concerns need to be addressed:

1. Why does he talk so loud?
2. Why are there people who worship him as a cult figure?

The people demand answers.

On a day when I am feeling apprehensive but inescapably optimistic, I really, really hate having to hear about crap like this (from the Indianapolis TV station WISH):

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Mine isn't particularly noteworthy. I managed to get up early enough to vote this morning so that I could avoid what will certainly be long lines this afternoon, and headed over to the middle school a couple of blocks away. I was expecting either very long lines or none at all, but the actual scene was somewhere in between; I ended up waiting for about twenty minutes. I got in line right behind my neighbor, the only one I've actually met and talked to. She's not a passionately political person, but she was excited about voting for Senator Obama. We chatted briefly and then were joined by another neighbor, one I hadn't met before. She didn't say who she was voting for, but it was pretty clear it wasn't Barack, and that made conversation a little stilted.

Still, I felt a big burst of happiness when I got to the voting booth, pressed the little button for Obama, and saw a green light appear next to his name. I walked out of the booth with a smile so big that the older couple I passed when I left the building couldn't help but smile back. I smiled all the way to work, and I can't entirely keep myself from smiling even now: the feeling of satisfaction at voting for the right person—the first person I've felt truly honored to vote for, the person who deserves to be our president—is enough to keep the smile on my face. Let's hope it has reason to stay there as the results start coming in.

So how was your voting experience?