Yup. I went to a protest with Anonymous today. Not DIRECTLY outside San Francisco's 'church' of $cientology, but fifteen feet away / spread out over the surrounding corners/median strips because some very testy cops were guarding the place and set boundaries for us.

There were a lot of us. At least 100, I'd say. One dressed like Raptor Jesus.

We had cake, because it IS, after all, L. Ron's birthday. Half of it got smashed in one guy's face, and then we were warned off because it had dangerously high stress levels. Haha.

Had to run to a friend's house on the way there. I really had to pee. D: Thank god she was home.

Playing that one damn Haddaway song (BAYBEE DON'T HURT MEEE...NO MORE...) on the megaphone. Lots of people in masks dancing on the corner.

Mini muffins. Someone brought them. But of course, with all our masks and bandanas and sunglasses, we all had a pretty hard time getting them to our mouths. I ended up breaking mine into tiny pieces and individually slipping them under my bandana. After eating them, everyone complained they were thirsty. But eating one muffin was so challenging, no one wanted to try a water bottle.

We had a banner. It had a mudkip on it.

'SCIENTOLOGY PROTECTED THE MAN WHO RAPED ME' lawllll.

We got bikers to honk at us (we had a 'honk if you oppose Scientology' sign), a mailman, and a FIRETRUCK. We tried to get this one limo to honk at us, but he wouldn't do it. Someone joked that it was Tom Cruise.

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I went home, then south to a St. Patrick's Day party with the most multicultural family ever. There was dim sum, corned beef, biscotti, lomi-lomi. And a very hyperactive dog.

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Overall, it was a load of lulz.