graffiti at tulip and norris

A nip is in the air, the daylight is still in savings, and the weekend forecast is sun and more sun. To celebrate, a road trip to Ricketts Glenn State Park on Saturday and Sunday. Which means, of course, that Friday night is devoted to baking the season’s first batch of pumpkin muffins.

After mixing all of the dry ingredients, I realized that I am missing a key item—the pumpkin.

So instead of making muffins, I am drinking beer and reading blogs. Since I complained about lame blogosphere Fridays last week, it’s only fair to recognize a good Friday*

Frankly, I’m a lot more disturbed by the lack of emergency pumpkin supplies in Fishtown than I am by our Canadian pervert neighbors.

The other thing I’m doing in lieu of baking is downloading pictures from the camera. Feast your eyes on this Fishtown boobie graffiti. The artist is obviously part of the emerging “Port Fishington” arts corridor.

*Yeah, maybe all of these things weren’t actually posted on Friday, but that’s when I read them.