Apologies for our lagging tushes today, but what could we possible report that the big guys aren’t already doing for us? Let’s see, our polling booth was clean and manned by kindly senior citizens, with real felt-tip pens to fill in the oval instead of those suspiciously newfangled ATMs. Now we’re just noshing nervously on Halloween candy waiting for the results and considering drumming up a round of Fark.com’s drinking game to take the edge off. But maybe not; if there’s gonna be a riot tomorrow, we want to be in top form.