Complaint: What is it Good For?

So I was having an FCC (Facebook Chat Conference) with the head writer over at The Solipsist, and it turns out that his post about Los Lobos of a few days ago, has garnered a significant amount of snarky, snippy responses. Check it out.

http://solipsisticmusings.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-not-great.html

So he made the outrageous, apparently totally offensive and unbelievable claim that Los Lobos were kind of okay as a band, and not fucking brilliant. And apparently this pissed off a lot of people who have nothing better to do than read blogs and then post complaints on them. Some of them were even kind of personal and mean, in spite of the fact that nobody who posted said complaints actually knows The Solipsist at all.

Wuck?

Really, guys, gals, come on: there is so much hate-filled speechspewing forth out there, and people choose to select The Solipsist's amusing, well-written and acerbic remarks to piss further upon?!

Puh-lease. Why do people have to be so hare-trigger bitchy?

I've never understood the mentality of someone reading something, then complaining vociferously about it for all the world to see but still remaining ANONYMOUS. What's the point?

Isn't life complicated and short enough to not spend time bitching and kvetching about something that isn't a big deal? Aren't most things not that big a deal?

And on that note, I'll stop kvetching.

Rock on Solipsist, and peace out.

(I've never said peace out before in print. It looks kind of dumb. It's probably hipsterspeak circa 2005, but whatevah.)

P.S. How meta is this that I'm blogging a complaint about complaints?