Media It’s in the Pee Eye
posted by April 19 at 12:38 PMon
Wait a minute: I thought we were the juvenile paper!
P-I employees had no doubt who won this battle of the old media dinosaurs, immediately breaking into a daylong, celebratory bacchanal that culminated that night with a rented limo full of drunken reporters pulling up to Fairview Fanny… and unceremoniously emptying their bladders on the Times’ front lawn.
No, it doesn’t take much imagination to picture grizzled newspaper-war veterans sottedly writing their names in the grass, but the image of a certain female reporter squatting on Frank Blethen’s lawn — marking his territory as hers — that is sure to become an oft repeated tale of local journalism lore.
Once a bunch of Stranger employees snuck into the Weekly’s office, smoked pot, and stole a bunch of Seattle Weekly coffee cups. But we kept our dicks in our pants. Because we’re, like, adults.