Understatement of the Century

Granted, we're only 9 years in, but I think we have a frontrunner:

3D Porn to Revolutionise Industry


The article speaks for itself.

Brooklyn Yogurt Turf Wars - UPDATE!

Well, that didn't take long. Remember back in August when we reported on the yogurt turf wars that were about to turn the streets of Brooklyn Heights and Downtown Brooklyn red with strawberry toppings? It appears that the first victim may have finally taken the fall - I was walking home today and noticed that Yogo Monster's lights were off and there was mail pushed under the door. Now, granted, it's cold as shit here in NYC today and no one in their right mind would want a frozen treat. BUT, it just had that "well, we gave it our best shot but now we're just waiting for those dudes to come strip the place before we put up the brown paper on the windows" look to it. Maybe it's the Darwinian economic way of saying "it's not wise to open a frozen yogurt place in the middle of the Fall." Then again, Red Mango is still around and they didn't open till November, so who knows. We will keep you updated. (Or I will keep you updated. Brosephus lives in Atlanta.)

R.I.P.: Ricardo Montalban

It's too bad that the first official post of 2009 (and at the rate we're going, maybe the only post of 2009. Anyone still out there?) has to be an "In Memorium" post, but it's with a heavy heart that I must report that beloved actor Ricardo Montalbán has passed from this earth at the age of 88. He was best known (to me) first as the suave yet creepy host of the visitors to Fantasy Island, a show Brosephus and I were not allowed to watch (although we would sneak an episode in every once in a while, followed inevitably by months of nightmares. Score one for parental foresight.) and second as Khan Noonien Singh (Khan to his friends - and enemies), a villain on the television series Star Trek later to be revived as a villain in the Star Trek movies series, where his Wrath got top billing. I also have a fond early childhood memory of his soothing voice extolling the virtues of Corinthian leather. I hope wherever he is, he's still driving a Chrysler Cordoba. Farewell, Mr. Roarke. Say hello to Tattoo for us.