Elections in our state: here we go again ...

Did anyone else wake up to "I Got You, Babe" on the radio Wednesday morning?

You can be excused for thinking you're stuck in an endless "Groundhog Day" loop now that Tuesday's primary election is over and the big campaign matches are finally set in stone:

Christine Gregoire's merry band of marching spenders vs. Dino Rossi's scheming team of Gregoire haters. Dave Reichert's upright uptights vs. Darcy Burner's laser-mouse brigade.

It's distressingly familiar. Frankly, we're still bleary-eyed from the last time this bunch took over the airwaves and collectively displayed all the inspiring leadership qualities of a stalk of rhubarb.

Someone please alert Gov. Non-Elect Tim Eyman to the need for a one-strike-and-you're-out mandatory campaign retirement law.

Other troubling thoughts:

You Should See His Key Ring: America was stunned when Sen. John McCain, R-Thritis, informed by The Associated Press that he owns at least eight homes, said he would be forced to withdraw from the presidential race just to stop in and clean them all.

Fruity, With Subtle Cheetos-Munchie Undertones: Farmers in Sunnyside, Yakima County, are growing marijuana alongside grapevines. That explains that bottle of Cannabis Sauvignon we picked up at QFC the other day.

Hail To The Geek: Barack Obama kept tech junkies on the edge of their seats, waiting for him to announce his VP pick via text message. Neat idea. But we're not sure the nation is really ready for a president who keeps track of allies by "friending" them on Facebook.

Someone Please Remind Them That She Lost: Ardent supporters of Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, D-Pantsuits — apparently still convinced she lost the Democratic nomination because she is a woman, not because of her campaign multiple-personality syndrome — are still complaining that she never got due consideration as a VP candidate. Actually, it's the best presidential judgment Obama has exercised in the entire campaign.

Those "Hello Kitty" Lunchboxes Were A Dead Giveaway: Chinese government officials pointed out that all of their female Olympic gymnasts would reach the minimum competition age of 16 by the time their performances were viewed by NBC viewers on America's West Coast.

Of Course, Of Course: Only 10 Olympic competitors have tested positive for performance-enhancing drugs in Beijing, and four of those were horses. The horses, incredulous, told investigators they must have gotten a contact high after being ridden bareback on a California beach by Barry Bonds.

Next In Line, Krispy Kreme? Eight-time swimming gold medalist Michael Phelps was quick to cash in on his new fame, signing endorsement deals to help lure more kiddies to McDonald's and Kellogg's Frosted Flakes. He's that golden-boy spokesman the trans-fat industry has been waiting for.

Have They Got A Deal For You: General Motors, reeling from the downturn in the automotive industry, is once again offering "employee pricing" for many of its vehicles. Gee, thanks. You know you're someone special when you get treated like any other minion of one of the country's most notoriously heartless employers.

Good Riddance Dept.: Alaska Airlines will phase out its final MD-80 jetliners today. The Museum of Flight reportedly is seeking to acquire one of the old planes for its new Cramped, Noisy, Uncomfortable, Badly Designed Domestic Aircraft display.

And Finally: To those of you who insist we never say anything nice about Alaska Airlines, try this: The veteran employees there who have not (yet) been replaced by cheap subcontractors are among the best in the biz. And they now have an all-737 fleet. Did we miss anything?

A section and Thursday's Northwest Weekend section. Email: rjudd@seattletimes.com