When a friend emailed to invite me to cover this past weekend’s DNC protests, I had blogger visions running through my head of life-size puppets, patchouli and lots and lots of yelling. Sadly, it seems like most of the good stuff happened inside the hotel, where the protesters weren’t supposed to be and I didn’t try to go. But I’ve got your boring, ill-attended protest round-up anyway, complete with pictures of as much of the crazy as I bothered trying to document.