Now You're Messing With A Son of a Bitch

Yes, I am announcing I have a man crush on John Lennon. I want my hair to look like that. And start drumming with no shirt on. Wearing sunglasses.

And the World Will Live As One

http://ringospictures.com/index.php?page=20080315

Awesome anti-war rally pictures, with tons of people from all sorts of political backgrounds. Muslims, Democrats, Socialists, Blacks, Whites, Punks, Anarchists, Rockers, Hippies....even Republican Ron Paul supporters! Brilliant. I have never participated in a peace rally, but peace rallies in Portland don't mean much. No one worth sending grievances to is here to listen, or even to witness.

Though the irony is that the event was sponsered by a Socialist front movement, despite shops selling typical counter culture gear that anyone can pick up at Hot Topic or any trendy record store.

No Hillary supporters, lots of Barack and third party supporters though.

If I was to go to one of these rallies, I wouldn't dress up. I'd be me. Dark green loose t-shirt, jeans (maybe with holes) and my black jacket. And sunglasses. Because that is who I am. I don't believe that many of these people who wear counter-culture gear are honestly representing themselves. Which brings another point.....is it better to represent you, or the cause?

Maybe its the egotism in me. I can don my dad's camo jacket, wear my bandana and put my peace sign bling around my neck.....but then I become the cause. I am faceless, I am souless. I am just like everybody else. My existence is blurred within the cause; my presence does not affect anybody. What is more effective to convince someone; a blank, bland cause or the charisma of an individual's face?

As me, I can promote peace, love, and harmony more than any blind movement can.

Though these rallies are still awesome.

Good Times Bad Times

I still have four papers to write by the weekend, so I should get to them pretty soon.

I had my mock trial today for my Business Law class.  It was a Negligance case where a woman slipped and fell at a Grocery Store.  I was on the Plaintiff side, and my direct role in the trial was the doctor who worked on the woman.  Despite some of our tricks not working because of damn objections, we did pretty well.  Good enough, in fact, for those on the Defense and even our own teacher saying that we should have won.

It was a hung jury.  We needed 10 out of 13 votes to win, but we only got 8.  At least we had the majority.  One of the jury members was the main defense attorney's grandmother who was HIGHLY biased toward their side.  Everybody else was far more objective.  Oh well.

I am seeing Merrie this weekend.  I am leaving work at 10:30 at night tomorrow to drive to Corvallis.  And then I'm returning Saturday night to work at 6 am Sunday morning.  Eggheads.

In unrealted news, apparently tomorrow is Steak and Blowjobs Day.  For whatever that means.

Well Was I All Right? Did I take you to the height of ecstasy?

I cave into peer pressure and signed up to Facebook.

I shall enter hell now.

In better news, I finally got a bassist and will begin recording of the new album tomorrow.  It will be grand!

Who Will Walk Through the Mirror Door?