Staff (There’s 5 of Us)
When he's not working at the distillery, Patrick enjoys non-sexual role-playing as a 59 year-old pregnant woman.
From Britain.
This is his first rodeo in case that wasn't completely obvious.
PR Griffis, Writer/Editor
PR Griffis lives in a defunct mill town in Northeastern Connecticut that 60 Minutes once dubbed "Heroin Town USA" with his wife, the writer Mika Taylor.
In addition to writing for the absurdist family humor weblog The Murky Fringe, he takes pictures and is a bicycling enthusiast.
The photo to the right was taken in the town where he grew up in North Central Texas, which town was once dubbed "Meth Town, Texas" by county and state law enforcement personnel.
So things are looking up.
Justin McBride, Writer/Editor
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Justin McBride comes to The Murky Fringe from a long familial line of box cutters. His father, Dervis McBride, was the inventor of the push-button safety lever that a man now uses to raise and lower the blade of his box cutter. Of course, Dervis was only improving upon the ingenuity of his own father and grandfather, Dempsey McBride Jr. and Sr., respectively, who brought the box cutter from its roots (a strong man’s thumbnail) to damn near what it is today. Minus the push-button safety lever, of course. That was Dervis, like I said. But that thin blade and the metal casing? The Dempseys.
Justin wishes he was an avid writer of children’s stories and also wishes he was author of a popular comic called Antennae Man, which at this point doesn't yet exist. When he’s not in The Murky Fringe’s overly cold office, he can often be found taping right angles of cardboard with wide heavy-duty tape, in silent defiance of three generations of McBride men. Well, it’s almost silent; that clear packing tape sure can be loud.
James Best, Writer/Editor
James Best likes what you like. He wants to pander to you. He will never make you upset. James Best is like a happy hand on your dopamine pump. Is that a smile? James Best can make it into a mega-smile. Having a hard time choosing something? Don't worry. There's James Best. Waiting right next to you with some suggestions. He's always there. He's immortal. And nearby. In case your joy ever wavers. He's got joy supports. He's under your floorboards. He's in your backseat. Don't be afraid. James Best has snacks. He has a utility belt like Batman that's full of crackers and glowsticks and vicodin and lime rickeys and flattering hats. He loves you. You should love him back. You should or else. Or else you'll never be complete. Because James Best will take a part of you. But if you admit your love, he'll sew it back on. Don't look behind you. Because there's James Best. With a cold milkshake in one hand and hot vengeance in the other.
Melissa Swantkowski, Writer/Editor
As a child, Melissa Swantkowski was in an altercation with three large roosters. To this day it is unclear who won - the lot of them remain engaged in a perpetual round of chicken.



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I heard that James Best feller is a racist. Got something against Acadians, Samoans, and Laplanders. How come a fine family publication like y’all to hire somebody like that?
Which is to say, if y’all want some amusing writing done by a true-blue hater of all things non-white, I’m currently looking for work.
Signed,
Nathan Baumgartner
Inmate # 5400137
Florida Department of Corrections
Pensacola Florida
Hey Nathan,
Why don’t you come out of your fancy prison and say that to my face? Not all of us can be you, sitting in your concrete tower looking down on all of us working folk. I wish I had a cool yard to pump iron with my boys. I wish the monetary system was based on cigarettes. I wish had my food separated by tray compartments instead of finding a small creek of balsamic invading my mashed potatoes.
And update, I just got my eyes checked. My rods and cones were switched. I was seeing inverse. Turns out it’s actually white people that I hate. Weird, right? You pasty vanilla prison tart. Shut up or I’ll commit something good enough to come in there after you.
What’s with all the lies and fake profiles?
Are you saying my father didn’t invent the push-button safety lever on box cutters? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING SAYING THAT
What’s with all the insinuations and hurtful words, Jared? Troll much?
Oh and also, that PR Griffis one was completely real. What could be fake about that?
Heroin Town, USA.
Look it up.
I just sliced open a man’s stomach in Lawrenceville, AR, with a box cutter. NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME, JARED LYLE
What’s with all the pies, and cake projectiles, is MY point. Every time I open this site, the front of my shirt gets completely covered with gooey dessert offerings, and I’m tired of having to “dress down” in order to enjoy the articles (both definite and indefinite).
Not sure what their webmaster/programmer/geek-who-runs-the-ship is up to, but it’s dirty pool, I say. Click this link….splooosh! Click that link….Spaaack!
I’m running out of tattered tees, and I’m none too happy about it.
On a positive note, one day I smell like cinnamon, another day I smell like apple crumble.
Considering the fact that I come from a long line of really foul-smelling fish pedlars (“Hey, buddy, wanna buy a used codpiece?”), I should be grateful, I suppose.