Photo by Katieforeman2010.

Good morning, Washington. Another year, another April weekend chock full of people that are really quite angry with this whole capitalism business. Yes, today marks another annual meeting of the IMF/World Bank Board of Governors and the protests (and minor inconveniences) that inevitably come along with them. Here’s your roundup of street closures — though after the nuclear summit, it’s nothing we can’t handle. One would assume that D.C. residents should also prepare themselves for petty vandalism, human blockades, an increased police presence, CCTV cameras around every corner, and concerns about all the indignation bubbling over into one big violent commotion.

Well, maybe not. As David Montgomery notes in this morning’s Post, the protests — once concentrated with enough force to coat Pennsylvania Avenue with pepper spray — now seem to have more in common with a mundane suburban weekend than any kind of mass revolution. A 5K run? Pick-up soccer games? A scavenger hunt? Man, all that’s missing is mowing the lawn with an Arnold Palmer in hand and it’s like we’re basking in the glorious breezes of Anytown, USA. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, mass commercialism!

Otherwise noteworthy this morning:

>> If a Metro train derails and doesn’t injure anyone or affect service, does it still make a sound?

>> A big shout out to the members of Team DCist, who are currently spending their Saturday morning pounding the pavement in Petworth and Columbia Heights, making our city more beautiful as part of this year’s Servathon. Good on ya, guys.

>> Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to manically refreshing Pandacam in the hopes that watching on the internet will somehow improve the chances that Butterstick 2 is on the way. (The latest update: Mei Xiang likes to lie around. A lot.)