The internet is a curious place. I’m equally fascinated and repulsed by the reply comments I read at various sites, mainstream and otherwise. Depending on the temperament and medication intake of those who feel obliged to mark digital territory with their grammatically-challenged offal, such comments can either provide a chuckle or make one pray for a planetary collision with a colossal meteoric object.
[An aside: Godwin’s Law states, "As a Usenet discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one." I find this to be mostly irrefutable.]
I usually enjoy the comments on Idolator. This is because the readership is, by and large, comprised of snarky musical elitists, which means I’m in good company. Sometimes I go against my better judgment and chime in myself.
The other day, Idolator scribe Dan Gibson posted an out-of-the blue diatribe against The Doors. Now, I understand that for many, appreciating the band is merely an adolescent rite of passage. Others, like myself, revere them for the giant permission slip they gave to rock ‘n’ roll to indulge its lusty, metaphysical urges. (But if you don’t find humor in the band’s stylized nihilism, you’re totally missing the point.) Some, including people I respect, absolutely abhor the group. This doesn’t prevent me from occasionally rushing to their defense, especially when I’ve passed my productivity point at work. (You know, like now.)
So if you have some time to kill, you should check out this Idolator post and its attending comments. Not only did yours truly get firsties, I also managed to land a couple of zingers. If you make it through that thread, you might wanna read today’s (somewhat) pro-Doors retort from Idolator’s Anthony Miccio.
In other news, my brilliant, beautiful wife and I are taking a long weekend in San Francisco in June. Well, one day will be work-related. But after that, we’re gonna visit with Arthur and enjoy us some California dreamin.’ Maybe we’ll even have a Democratic nominee by then. We’ll definitely have a house. Did I tell you we close on May 23 — my birthday?