So I think I’m a little late on this, but I’ve been busy and I just, just got to my emails (thanks Sammie!). I think what this little joke is basically telling us is that, if Facebook did indeed exist years ago, it would have actually been…interesting? My friend Todd eating a chicken sandwich isn’t nearly as life-altering as Adam and Eve creating original sin. Unless you’re Todd, who makes a big deal about everything. @IAmBillyShakespeare: Et tu, Brute?
Filed under BEST Things Ever, Oh Baby It's a Wild World
Now that I recall, my mom did mention something about my nana being upset about a big storm coming her way. But we very rarely take that kind of thing seriously, because Nana is really, really into weather. And maps. And looking at maps to see if weather is going to hit her house. It’s a hobby.
But I guess it’s safe to say that Nana called it. And I’m glad I don’t live in Brooklyn. Definitely take a sec to watch these videos on nymag.com. For some reason they oddly remind me of Ghostbusters II. Right?
Filed under Around Town, Oh Baby It's a Wild World, WORST Things Ever
I know the mafia is dangerous. I know organized crime runs underground in almost all of our cities, and is responsible for crime of all sorts. But the mafia’s latest scandal is probably the greatest scam I have ever heard.
According to The Guardian, mafia clans have been using the ESPN Bottom Line-like ticker of a popular Italian soccer show to relay messages to “godfathers” locked up in the big house. “Imprisoned crime bosses were kept up to date on mob business through mobile phone texts sent to the show, Quelli Che il Calcio, which unwittingly scrolled them across the bottom of the screen, among innocent messages from supporters of Italian football teams,” the newspaper reports.
Officials were notified of the breach through a letter to an inmate that was intercepted. The letter allegedly told one mafioso to watch the show for secret messages. One of the texts reportedly read “Everything is OK – Paolo,” which to me is more of a calming reassurance than it is the directions to Jimmy Hoffa’s body.
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