I'd be wishing all New South Welshfolk well as they flex their enfranchisement today, but it doesn't take a professional psephologist to tell you that Team Iemma will be returned, not because anyone thinks they're any good, but because the Liberals look thrice as bad. Unless something truly stupendous happens minor-party-wise, this isn't going to be a shining moment for democracy. You heard it here first, vote-spotters. Actually, you've probably been hearing it for the past three months. The only real point to this paragraph is its conspicuous use of the word "psephologist", which enables me to make my dad-ism about the silent pee, as in psurf.
Speaking of my dad, and in other news of national significance, my 'rents, my brother, and Wilbur the Wonderdog are migrating today from Sydville to the Victorian alps. This will put them practically within visiting distance, in the three-hours-on-a-train-from-Spencer-St-station- followed-by-a-60-minute-car-trip sense of visiting distance. But that's close enough. It's been a long time since I've seen the Wonderdog (not to mention my nexts of kin), and I'm keen to up and at 'em.