What an anti-climax. Yesterday was Census Day so where are the results? Having taken their polling into the 21st Century and computerising the whole circus, why wasn't Minister of Statistics James Shaw on the box at midnight, dressed up like the Lotto lady, pressing the button to reveal the lucky winners.
Like election day, I was hoping to pick up today's paper and see the results. Do the houses in my neighbourhood finally have more bathrooms than the Remuera-ites. How heavily have we pagans whipped the Christians this time round. That sort of thing.
I'm writing this before the "vote" officially closes, but I'm guessing the media today will be full instead, of flurried census organisers claiming success in this the first fully online — well sort of — Census, while trying to bat away the slight problem of a huge "non-vote".
No doubt they'll be telling us how they plan to mop up the "no shows" with hit squads armed with Biros and paper forms, venturing into the primitive darklands and the retirement villages where computers and broadband have yet to reach.
To me, it's been a lost opportunity to bring a bit of fun into this dreary, if worthy, exercise in civic duty. Only the Humanist Society, no doubt sniffing another victory against their Christian foes, got into the spirit of the occasion. They pumped out posters and online advertising calling on "New Zealanders who don't practise a religion" to be "proud" and tick the appropriate box on their Census form, or order to hasten the move "towards a fully secular society where the rights and beliefs of everyone are respected, protected and celebrated".