Blogger Ethics Advice Wanted
The Dems big Jefferson Jackson Dinner is coming up and I don’t know if I should buy a ticket and go as a Democrat/blogger or should just sign in at the press table and go as a blogger/Democrat.
Last year I just signed in – but ate the Dover Downs rubber chicken anyway.
I believe a reporter from the University of Delaware “Review” has more journalistic creds than you so you might just want to sit at the Party Hack Table.
That’s one table I know I’ll never have to sit at, Sir Mencken!
Sir Menck, what are you trying to say? Stop beating around the bush, will you?
need a date….I’m total eye candy
Well, if you do end up at the press table, tell Celia I said “WAAASSSSSSSSAAAAAAPPP!”
it’s wassssssuppppppp but you are old and not hip so it’s ok
Can I just say that I love my blog family.
We’ll make this easy Jason. The JJ Dinner is sold out so you will have to sit at the press table if you haven’t already bought a ticket.
Good thing I bought my ticket in time, Rebecca. Will you meet me near the fondue fountain at midnight, my precious?
For some reason the folks who consider themselves the legitimate press don’t sit down. They line up along one side of the hall looking like a bunch of geeky forlorn wallflowers at the eight-grade dance.
Every once in a while a Joe Biden or a Patty Blevins stops by to say hello and they all twitter and giggle for a few minutes and the until the Biden or Blevins walks off rolling their eyes.
I’ll be looking for a chair at a table as far away from that social trainwreck as possible.
The Kent County Lincoln Day dinner has filet mignon rather than the rubber chicken menu of the J-J dinner.
Arthur, that’s because we Dems like to save money. Plus, if the President should ever show up, rubber chicken jokes are about the limit of his intellect. And Condi can say, “You think the cooks tortured that chicken? Wait till I show you what I can do to it! Hook up some electrodes, boys, we’re going to make that chicken sing Aida!”