The Herald takes a dim view of everything the Boston City Council has ever proposed, or something. Yeah, Steve Murphy's idea to stop roofies with sippy-cup lids was completely nuts, but that was three years ago, not this "season," as the Herald implies. How dare Rob Consalvo "take inspiration from Governing magazine." What a maroon!
The Herald didn't get invited to a press conference at which Northeastern announced the end of football, so the Herald is retaliating by refusing to cover Huskies sports, including the successful basketball team.
Adam Reilly surveys reaction to the Herald's shocking revelation that Amy Bishop played Dungeons and Dragons as a teen, just like Mucko McDermott and, um, Curt Schilling. He awaits the Herald's discovery of a third murderous D&D player, because as any ink-stained wretch knows, it's not officially a trend without three examples.
Adam Reilly provides the proof.
The Herald and Channel 5 both had stories on their Web sites this morning claming that a Milton man found dead in a Quincy snowbank yesterday was a Southie boyo who ratted out Bulger when Bulger turned his back on the guy's family after he was sent to the stir. The stories (the Herald broke it, Channel 5 reported on it) were complete with loving quotes from a fellow convict (former state Sen. and fraudster Joe Timilty) about what a great guy he was.
Joe Dwinell reports that by waiting a couple minutes, he blew a 0.0 on a breathalyzer after brushing his teeth with the same toothpaste the Cambridge state senator claims set off his at-home tester (not the same one the Herald used, though).
For good measure, Dwinell also downed some Coors Lite and a shot of 80-proof Bushmills single-malt whiskey to see what would happen.
Jonathan Kamens explains why Fitzgerald and Irina Kotiniuc need to stop hocking about how Christianity is under assault in the Boston area and the U.S.
Maybe I'm just bitter because I never have a clue who any of the unidentified rapscallions in columns like this are and am too lazy/uncurious to ever attempt to find out (let alone read the columns all the way to the end). But what's the point of running item after item without naming the offending parties save to blackmail their PR people into giving up juicy tidbits about other PR people's clients?
The Globe has a front-page story today about Frank McCourt, his wife, their divorce and how LA hates the pair. I must be the only person in Boston not familiar with Frank McCourt's physiognomy, because the Globe didn't mention it at all while highlighting the Missus's features, right there in the lead:
Yeah, it's just a Simpsons image, and everybody does it, but a paper that's gone on a crusade against city workers who actually know how to use the Internet might want to spend a second in introspection. Like, maybe Herald honchos might want to ask Jules Crittenden, one of their editors, why he's posting political rants on his personal blog during work hours.
But maybe I'm wrong about that last one and Herald reporters just work wacky hours. That might explain why they think a Twitter post at 10:11 p.m. was done during work hours.
And let's not forget one of the reporters on the story posts music reviews on his blog during work hours.
Hacks yuk it up on Facebook.
With nothing else happening at City Hall this week, the Herald sics reporters Dave Wedge and Jessica Heslam on city staffers who post on Facebook and Twitter during work hours.
Oh, God, the horror! Why, it takes sheer seconds to post something to Facebook or Twitter. And never mind city-council aides work nights and weekends or that the Herald's poster girl, Amy Derjue, was hired in part because of her social-networking skills. You know, to reach people who don't read newspapers.
Ooh, insinuation is fun!
At Blue Mass. Group, David Kravits makes the case. At issue: What Coakley said in response to some question by Janet Wu on Channel 5's new political show. Speaking of which, KennedySeat.com wonders when the adults will show up on the show:
... In the three episodes of this show I have watched (I skipped Christy), I have continually been struck by how the guests just run circles around the hosts, who are clearly overmatched. Even Pagliuca, who is a neophyte in the political world, handled the Channel 5 team easily. ...
Herald Publisher Pat Purcell says the paper could start charting a subscription for online access to its stories by next year, the Herald reports, adding, however, that Purcell also said he realizes it might not work unless the Globe also agrees to charge.
You may recall the Herald used to charge for access to its columns but ended that when it appeared few people wanted to pay to read them.
The Boston Business Journal has more.
With beer pong now linked to swine-flu outbreaks, my God, what's next? The Herald demands answers.
So the Fire Department puts out a $100,000 fire in a prominent Chinatown restaurant and uncovers illegal living quarters and possibly a gambling den in the seven floors above it. The Herald has the story. The Globe doesn't.
"Ernie Boch III" has been trying to convince Blue Mass. Group readers to boycott advertisers on Howie Carr's radio show (he's even posted a handy list of advertisers and contact info). Must be having some effect: The Herald today fires back with the news that Ernie Boch III is not, in fact, the car dealer (whom the Herald gives space to to complain about the imposter).
The Globe reports Howie Carr smashed his car into a telphone pole in Wellesley yesterday afternoon. He's OK, but was cited for disregarding marked lanes. The telephone pole, however, did not survive.
Thanks to the Herald, we know today that that Southie girl waiting for some alleged West Virginia yokel to take her away wasn't just troubled. She was a goth. The Herald reports the two met online at GothChatCity.com. And as the Herald notes:
Gothchatcity.com, where Confere encountered the girl, is an online social networking group for people obsessed with gloom and doom.
Headline: Shark sightings put Cape on alert.
Story: "Year-round residents aren't fazed."
A real newspaper would hire some gruff, squint-eyed sea captain so the reporter could get into a shark cage and go mano-a-finno with the Great Beast. Surely, two-fisted Herald maritime reporter O'Ryan Johnson isn't scared of a little fish, is he?