Ron Newman has the numbers: Voters who had questions 5 and 6 on their ballots rejected non-binding referenda on taking city investments out of companies that do business with Israel and demanding Israel let Palestinians return to their ancestral homes.

Whiteboy gets the scoop:

... Patrick: "Hello?"

Mihos: "Is your refrigerator running?"

Patrick: "Yes, my refrigerator is running."

Mihos: "Well, I'M NOT anymore!" ...

Question 3 going down to defeat.

Packies beat supermarkets on Question 1.

Fusion voting wins goes fishin'.

Well, that didn't take long: TV stations declare Patrick victory at 8:01.

Blue Mass. Group at the Patrick party at the Hynes: The mood in the Hynes Convention Center can only be described in one word: jubilation.

Teddy: Keep Howie Carr away from the Tobin Bridge.

Boston election officials have some 'splainin' to do.

It's one thing to put a sign in your yard. Quite another to fill up an entire rotary with campaign signs.

Karl always feels intimidated when he goes to his North End polling place:

... At both the primary and the regular elections, there are always these burly working-class Italian types loitering outside. They're not holding signs for candidates ... they're just lingering and talking loudly in MAJOR Boston accents. I'm sure their goal isn't to harm or intimidate ... but I do find it intimidating. I've never noticed this in other polling areas where I've lived. Maybe that's the reason for low voter turn-out? Narrow street surrounded by brick apartment houses and not much natural light with 20 or more rough men congregating in the middle of the road? ...

Imagine: campaign workers giving palm cards to voters!

Adam Rosi-Kessel reports on problems with the optical-scan ballots at his polling place in Roslindale:

When I voted this morning, however, the machines were not feeding the ballots. Instead, the poll workers were piling the ballots up on top of the machine, apparently to be fed into the machine when they figured out how to get it to work. When I left, they seemed to have gotten to the point of triple-checking whether the machine was plugged in.

I felt a bit uneasy leaving my secret ballot in a big open pile. It was somewhat reassuring that a police officer seemed to be in charge of watching the ballots, but I still will always have a slight reservation as to whether or not my vote was actually counted. ...

Mike Mennonno reports from Dorchester:

... My roommate just went to vote, and reports that the scanner in use at our polling place is out of order.

The way it works is you fill out your ballot by hand and then they stick it in a machine that sucks it up and shreds--er, I mean, scans it. But the machine isn't working. ...

Kim Atkins reports minor shennanigans, such as campaign workers going into polls with voters and Samiyah Diaz backers in JP telling voters NARAL endorsed her when it really endorsed her opponent, state Sen. Dianne Wilkerson.

Spatch fortifies himself with a Xanax, then runs the gauntlet of people trying to force flyers into his hands:

... "What am I supposed to do with this flyer?" I asked the man.

"Uh, read it?" he replied.

"Now see, this is where it gets tricky," I said. "Cause if I'm already on the side you support, this flyer is useless and you're preaching to the choir. But if I'm not already on your side, I don't see how this would help much to change my mind."

"Just take it, willya?" the guy said, growing exasperated. "Makes me look good." ...

It gets worse and worse. Then he wakes up.