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they have teh internet on computers now?

via FreeWilliamsburg, via

Updated from the Boerum Hill branch of the Internet.

Things Tim Donnelly would bring you from the Internet, were that he had an ad:

  • Cheap Beer Related Items
  • Information on Local Vegan Recipes Being Tried in the Kitchen Right Now
  • #HowCribbsBrokeHisHand
  • A Clean-Shaven Face (for advertising purposes)
  • Muppet-Related Amusements
  • Much More (& More)

Jim Donnelly’s blog, which I can only assumes gets dramatically more hits than this one, with Facebook tips such as:

Farmville’s Awkward Grammar

Commentary: does it irritate you how Farmville, etc. uses the word “their” instead of “his” or “her”? It’s grammatically correct to do that when you don’t know the gender of a person, but it just doesn’t sound right when you know their name!

Friday Happy: Spooky, Scary – ghosts in the blogosphere

Aint afraid a no YouTube video

Aint' afraid a no YouTube video

Halloween Halloween! Got yer costume yet? Only a week left, so get on it! Don’t be a Cribbster, that guy who always talks a big game about that super tubular Double Dare contestant costume he’s going to wear but then somehow never gets around to buying the oh-so-complicated pair of blue sweatpants and T-shirt that the costume entails, instead settling for something not even passably lame, such as the 2004 college newspaper editor version of yourself (comment Cribbs,

Cribbs seen here in "costume" (fish not included)

Cribbs seen here in "costume" (fish not included)

but you know it’s true). I’ve got mine in the works, and I can’t tell you what it is yet, but you should know that it is spooky, scary and I had to fight off some frankensteins to get it.

For a long time, I considered Halloween the champion of holidays  because it was the most creative of holidays, especially in the resurgent latter years of youth (and into the 20s … and probably 30s) where  costuming is again acceptable and encouraged, and witty social criticism via costume is celebrated.

It’s also the time to give in, just a little bit, to the temptation of suspending your disbelief to give a little bit of chilling credibility to our dusty old ghost stories of spectral images spotted when playing hide and seek in the dark in Hitchens’ basement or a creepy, unwelcome set of eyes peering out from the woods next to Shore Summer Camp. In olden days (1999) we would gather round the bonfire on the beach or at a secret freshwater spring hidden deep in the pine barrens of Toms River (this really exists) and try to drip cold chills down each others’ spines.

Now, we can gather round the warm glow of the iPhone and watch YouTube. Good, I hated gathering sticks anyway (note: gathering sticks = ripping up pieces of dune fence. Sorry, environment).

During yonder procrastinatory travels around the internet this week, I found this link of Scariest Real Ghost Videos (via ChicagoNow). Some claim to be real, others are very obviously fake, but all of them are creepy enough to put your shoulders into a hunch of chills over. Watch them with the lights out and see what you think.

Here’s some of my favorites from that list:

Ghost woman on stairs

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Rejected Letters: junkies hauling around buckets of chemicals edition

In the spirit of rejection from life, dating, careers, freelance pitches and job openings that this blog is very much full of, I present to you a Rejected Letter to the Editor by Jonathan Cribbs, proprieter of Cribbster [link fixed], and former editor in chief of The Diamondback.

This represents his only swing-and-a-miss for letters to the editor. Two previous letters of his have appeared in The Washington Post — one disputing a Sally Quinn column about DC partying and one taking issue with a Tom Shales column about criticizing the performance of Will Ferrell, John C. Reilley and Jack Black at the Oscars — and one in the Miami Herald defending the ProPublica model of journalism (Read his previous letters here).

J. Edward Cribbs is devastating

J. Edward Cribbs will devastate your newspaper with his letters if you dare run them

Rejected from the AJC:

Someone over at the Atlanta Journal-Constitution owes me $7.
I clicked on the headline “Suspected ‘rolling meth lab’ busted near Powder Springs” online today with a mix of fascination and excitement.
“Rolling meth lab?” I thought.
“Drugs dealers are going mobile with meth labs now? I’m certainly clicking on this headline as it is sure to be a tremendous read.”
After I finished the story, I realized the AJC had duped me again, sucked me in with a sensational headline that essentially had no basis in fact. Police said in the story they had no idea whether the people in the truck were actually cooking meth in the truck or simply moving it to an undisclosed location. No one in the story said they suspected it was a “rolling” meth lab. So, instead of reading about the glories of progressive methamphetamine production, I was tricked into reading a mere brief about three junkies who were simply hauling around a bunch of buckets and chemicals.
I spent $7 on a bowl of chicken teriyaki and rice today, and your editorial carelessness dampened its flavor. Thanks, AJC. Thanks a ton.
Jonathan Cribbs
xxx Newnan St.
Atlanta, GA
I agree. The story contains this sentence:
“Whether or not they were actually cooking [meth] inside the truck, or just transporting materials, remains to be seen,” Pierce said late Tuesday morning. He said investigators had not yet gone through the cab of the pickup.
Kinda misleading. The AJC should probably pay him the $7. It’s not like they’re using the money to hire new reporters or anything anyway.

Side note: the picture above was taken by this guy, probably the best photographer I know (sorry, Annie, maybe you should buy a pitcher more often when we’re out).