There’s already reports of voting problems in the Houston area.

Voters across the Houston area today were already finding long lines and problems with electronic voting machines as they tried to cast their ballots.
In Fort Bend County, where there is a contentious battle for the Congressional seat vacated earlier this year by former Rep. Tom DeLay, poll workers discovered that electronic machines had been switched in at least two precincts, delaying voters and casting some uncertainty on ballots already cast.
Voting had already been under way for at least 45 minutes at Oak Lake Baptist Church in Sugar Land, when it was learned the the machines were labeled for Lexington Creek Elementary School in Missouri City.
Gwen Ross, the election judge there, closed down the voting for almost an hour to resolve the confusion. All but one of the 20 voters in line, waited it out. The man who left said he would come back after a poll worker took his phone number to alert him when the problem was fixed.

My reaction?

Go screw yourselves, Election Day voters.
Me, I got off my ass and voted early.
We can do that here in Texas. It’s one of the benefits, along with being able to shoot people making a disturbance on your porch, dragging them inside, and the cops will more often than not give you the benefit of the doubt.
When I went to 1001 Preston in Downtown Houston to vote last week, there were lots of machines open and no lines. I was in and out in a matter of minutes.
MINUTES! MINUTES, PEOPLE!
I could have swung a cat around and not hit anything. (Not that I’d want to swing a cat around without hitting anything, but that’s besides the point.)
Only a moron waits to the last minute.
No, really… the hours were seven to freaking seven for that last week of early voting. A twelve hour window to do my civic duty. Are you telling me that you work from seven to freaking seven five days a week? And on the weekends, too?
Maybe when you registered to vote, you should have applied for an absentee ballot?
Here, let’s pick on one guy in the story:

Third ward resident Derek McNeil said that he finds the electronic voting machines untrustworthy.
“I wish they would just bring the paper ballots back,” said the 39-year-old real estate agent. “Machines can be hacked.”

Instead of wishing, how about taking a few minutes to fill out an absentee ballot request?
No? Too lazy to do so?
Fine. Suffer, Derek. Suffer.
You know, if there had been a problem when I voted last Tuesday, like if the pollworkers had been dressed up in Nazi costumes and were guiding me towards a boxcar to the showers and the ovens instead of the polls, I could have come back the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.
When things screw up for you today, as busy as you are and standing in line on your cell phone with the rest of the voting cattle, staring daggers at the old fart waving their electric bill around and demanding the opportunity to re-elect Ike, feeling your bladder balk at the double-mocacchino with skim milk, remember me dancing around and mocking you openly about my having voted in a matter of minutes while you’re wondering if you’re going to piss yourself before you get to the polls.
Whereas you had to wade through an army of LaRouche kooks, left-wing nutjob moonbats with cameras shrieking that your right to vote is being protected (while the chicks with nice racks and asses will end up in Voters Gone Wild voyeur tapes), and any number of activist goobers trying to make their point before you head inside… all I had to deal with was a bum’s discarded pants left by the fence.
That’s right: pants. Slate-grey pants. Just sitting there.
They made no attempt to harass me, beg for votes, beg for money, or annoy me in any way whatsoever.
I even walked around a bit, looking for people trying to sway my vote one way or another.
Aside from the CLANG CLANG CLANG of the METRO Dangertrain humming back and forth along the tracks, thrumming along the rails and craving blood, nothing was in my way. (Okay, so I pushed on a door that had PULL clearly marked on it, but that’s besides the point.)
I had all the time in the world. Time enough at last. I had more time than Burgess Meredith in the library before he broke his glasses. If I wanted to write in candidates, I could have twirled that wheel to spell out the name for as long as I wanted. No pressure of people standing in line behind me, staring at their watches and pacing and hopping from foot to foot… plenty of machines to dial in “FRANKJ FOR KING!” or “ANYBODY BUT THE DARKIE!” for whatever race I wanted to.
And this is why I’m mocking you today, Election Day Voters Of Texas.
You had your chance to vote easy and quickly. You had your chance to write up an absentee ballot.
But you didn’t. And now you suffer.
Texans don’t whine and bitch. Shut up, buck up, or move to Commiefornia with the rest of the whiny prissy huggy-feely sissies.