Reporter rags on Cory Booker’s avid, annoying Twitter habit
“Being a senator means that @CoryBooker has even more time now for Twitter, or so it seems.” — Bloomberg View and The Atlantic‘s Jeffrey Goldberg.
And MSNBC’s Baldwin re-insults gays
“If c’sucker offends, then I apologize. Anti gay? Never.” — MSNBC host Alec Baldwin.
And then – why not? – he bashes “Breitbart libertarians”
“When did all this Breitbart libertarian trash become the defenders of gay rights?” — MSNBC’s Baldwin.
Somehow all that didn’t go over too well…
“Fuck the Alec Baldwin.” — Mother Jones D.C. Bureau reporter Asawin Suebsaeng.
Cat pukes in Senate producer’s bed
“Nothing says ‘Good morning’ like a cat throwing up on your bed. Oh the joys of pet ownership….” — FNC’s Kara Rowland.
Deep thoughts with John Harwood
“The fathomless complexity of American health care system makes for the greatest political fog machine ever devised.” — NYT and CNBC’s John Harwood.
Journo enthused about you burning fat (or else she’s been hacked)
“Get an amazing body with the fastest way to burn off fat in just 2 weeks.” — The Washington Times‘ Emily Miller, a big gun rights enthusiast and author whose Twitter account had to have been hacked this week. Politico‘s Glenn Thrush cracked, “What does this have to do w/ shooting stuff?”
Washington Post columnist struggles to get into party
“Currently trying to get into a journo party with a colleague on a whim decision. It’s looking like we might not be on the list. #awkward” — Washington Post‘s Clinton Yates.
The Media Critic
“Dear media, we are just as angry at you as we are Obamacare. You were the snake oil salesmen. Don’t act like the problems were obvious now.” — Ex-Romney flack and FNC Contributor Richard Grenell.
Priorities…
“A good friend of my youth was killed in a car accident recently. I wish I’d stayed in better touch. Hug your friends. It’s all that matters.” — Logan Dobson, a research analyst at The Tarrance Group, a Republican polling firm.
10 minutes of hell at Old Ebbitt Grill
If you were trying to dine peacefully at Old Ebbitt Grill in Washington on Wednesday afternoon, you were in for a noisy time. While everyone who resides or works in Washington knows the national musical refrain is an ambulance or fire engine siren, diners who showed up to the touristy hot spot got to hear a blaring alarm.
The Mirror‘s tipster was pretty blasé about the whole thing. “Fire alarm and warning strobe lights going off at Old Ebbitt,” said the journo. “A waiter is relighting some gas lamps inside, so must be safe to stay and finish my tea. Or not.” Evacuation wasn’t necessary. “Nah, they had staff around and tell everyone to ignore it, though an air raid siren in your ear can be rather insistent.”