George Soros, Al Gore's favorite billionaire, was sued for $50 million in Manhattan yesterday by his ex-girlfriend, Brazilian soap star Adriana Ferreyr. She claims that Soros reneged on his promise to give her a $1.9 million New York apartment and that he beat her.

Colby Sambrotto is a founder of the website ForSaleByOwner.com, which, you know, lets people sell their own apartments. Colby Sambrotto had an apartment of his own—a two bedroom in Chelsea—to sell. Can you guess what happened next?

In the olden days before the U.S. economy devolved into a pure gold-and-canned-goods bartering system, Wall Street guys were the ones who rented all the gaudy, overpriced good apartments. Now that Wall Street's been decimated, who will the real estate industry turn to, to unload all those new condos with "Wii rooms?" Oh, they will sell these pricey spaces to "bloggers," it says here. Hahaha.

An irate Williamsburg, Brooklyn resident has posted a friendly-but-pointed note on their building's front door, asking a neighbor, whoever it may be, to stop blasting Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" music album in the middle of the day. Seriously. Stop it.

According to new Census Bureau data, rent in the San Jose area is the most expensive in the country followed by the San Francisco, D.C., San Diego, and L.A. areas. That means New Yorkers must officially stop bitching about rent.

Rejoice, New York. Rush Limbaugh no longer lives in you! He just finalized the sale of his gaudy Fifth Ave. penthouse. Final price: $11 million. (He was asking $14 million.) Wouldn't it be funny if Laura Schlessinger bought it? [Gothamist]

Are you average? New Yorkers—egomaniacs, every one—like to think of themselves as above average. If you have an apartment in NYC, here's another way to think of yourself: well below average. Unless you are a millionaire.

From a Craigslist roommate ad originating from a Department of Defense researcher: "On our bathroom door is a checklist. I like to keep a record of my bowel movements and I expect you to do the same." Wait—really?

Ladiessssssss: Are you mature? Drama free? Down on your luck? Looking for a beautiful West Village apartment, but only have $275 to pay for rent? Are you willing to share a bed with this dude? Then it's your lucky day.

Ruth Madoff is looking at an Upper East Side apartment. A smallish one! According to somebody at her broker's office, probably, who leaked to the Post. Behold the grandeur of what could be Ruth's new, diminished home:

Tina Fey is funny, sure, but she's also really rich. I mean, just look at her new Upper West Side pad. Four bedrooms, fireplace, library. Liz Lemon has hit the big time. Here are pictures:

Fancy real estate in Manhattan is taking a Cynthia Swann dive right now, with huge listings slashing millions of their asking prices. Here are five that are worth $49 million less than before.

Oh dear. Not even Dr. Spaceman can fix this. There's been a bad fire at the apartment of Tracy Morgan, who plays the otherworldly Tracy Jordan on 30 Rock.

Penthouse for sale! This prewar gem features prime Upper East Side location, four bedrooms, five bathrooms, library, and quite possibly the chance to see Bernie Madoff in his Underoos:

The upside of being in a recession is that you can score some sweet concessions on a new apartment! Assuming you have money to get an apartment. If you're lucky enough to be a buyer these days, "Don't be afraid to ask for anything." So says boy wonder Jared Kushner, the publisher of the Observer and also a real estate mogul in his own right! Want to ask the current owner to come clean your kitchen every week? Need them to throw in a hypoallergenic puppy free with your purchase? Or something a bit more kinky? Nothing's too obnoxious to ask for, according to Jared. Click through to hear some buyer's wisdom straight from the lips that regularly make out with Ivanka Trump:

It's time to play "Which snippet from the Times Real Estate section makes you most want to assault the person in the story?" There are two entrants this week, and it should be a tight race. First, imagine living next door to a pair of bastard attorneys who slip a note under your door saying, "As you may not be aware, we are both lawyers and both litigators, for whom the usual barriers to litigation are minimal." The crime? Purported secondhand smoke, which was purportedly "endangering" the bastards' four-year-old son, who I imagine is named Jebediah. The kicker: "The neighbor, a chain smoker, said she had tried to respond to their complaints and had even bought air purifiers to reduce the amount of smoke. But the lawyers complained that she had failed to provide them with receipts proving that she had made the purchases." I feel some serious assault coming on. But damn, how about this one: