Are we addicted to the forums at Brooklynian? “Addicted” is such a strong word…how about “attached”? Seriously, we can quit anytime we want to. We just don’t want to, that’s all. For those of you who are still social lurkers, we here at GL offer a weekly peek at what’s weird, funny, and gentriconfrontational over at Kings County procrastination central. Think of it as that first gratis hit from the old dope-peddler. It’s been a quiet week in Brooklynian-land, perhaps because we’re gearing up for two weekend’s worth of Festivus, perhaps because we wore ourselves out over Conifers of Celebration.

Chrismukwanzakah is upon us, and with the traditional debates: Do I have to tip my super or landlord? (Tip your landlord?? What is the world coming to?) How about the garbage guys? Lest discussions of the oldest family-run business and the best Christmas decorations in the neighborhood give the impression that the Park Slope board is losing its edge, take a moment to appreciate the international rancor in the midst of this subway rant.

Over in Prospect Heights, we’re wondering if the new condos are worth the money and whether we should feel happy, offended, or paranoid about the arrival of the Big Brother-mobile. Hopefully, Festivus will bring no un-authorized Feats of Strength this year (though we’ll duly twitter about it, if so), but at least we’ve all learned valuable lessons about the treatment of puncture wounds.
—Jean Kahler