So I sit down with the front page of the dead-tree version of the Arts section this morning, coffee in hand, and I read the following paragraph:

The Sherlock Holmes of “Sherlock Holmes,” which is scheduled for release on Nov. 13, will not be wearing a deerstalker hat. Nor will he be wearing an Inverness overcoat, the kind with the dashing cloak that hangs over the shoulders as extra protection against the English rain. Sometimes — as in one fight scene — he will not even be wearing a shirt. (This gives Mr. Downey a chance to show off his admirably chiseled abs.)

Obviously, reading this puts one and one thought only in my head: Robert Downey Jr's abs. But I gamely read on. I'm getting down to the jump, and of course I'm going to follow it and finish the article; it's a perfectly fine article about updating the legend, here's talk about the 1930s version, here's a jab at the director's ex-wife.

And then I turn to page 13 and lo and behold what encompasses the top third of the page but:

BOOYEAH GRAY LADY.

I'm not saying it's the only reason. But it's a good one.