May 31, 2003
thanks for the memories
I may write again on this blog, or I may not. Either way, it won't be anytime soon. I don't like what I see happening in blogdom now, where marketing is more important than your soul, and I am just sick and tired of writing on this site every day when I don't market it correctly. I never expected to be a salesman when I started writing, and I don't expect to be a salesman now.
I AM NOT a salesman.
Take it away, Venomous Kate. You know all the chords.
Wow - just when I was REALLY starting to enjoy your blog.
Why do you give a shit what anyone else thinks? If people read your blog and enjoy it, great. If they don't, who gives a damn?
I don't get this whole I got 14 more hits, so I'm a better author bullshit. Write because you enjoy it, not because you have to.
You've touched on one of two things that are happening out there that are very bothersome and worrisome. MB happens to be blessed with a blogmate who, like MB, thinks that being able to post what and when one wants is the Most Important Thing. There isn't even a "hit counter" on our site!
We enjoy having a very extensive blogroll, but that's just us! We throw them up there; what happens after that is the reader's business. [we both also use it as a lazy-man system of prowling]
Post when you want; we do want to hear from you; we enjoy reading your blog.
But I thought you didn't care what other people think of you. Doing this proves you do. That's a shame. Or this is a ploy to get attention. You're a sneaky one. Oh well, so much for that.
Well, I hope you don't stop blogging anytime soon. I don't care if you link to anybody or even if anybody links to you. I merely enjoy reading what you have to say about what's happening around you. I read a lot of Internet crap each day and your site has consistently been one of the most amusing. If, for whatever reason, you decide to hang it all up, I'll miss reading your rants. In that event, let me say it certainly was fun while it lasted, Acidman.
Since when do you give a shit, or more to the point, feel that you have to give a shit, about what ANYONE else thinks? Stopping this (I suspect very therapeutic for you) blog would harm you and hundreds of people like me that tune into the Acidman sometimes twoce a day. You're needed, and there isn't another like you in all of blogdom. Don't stop now.
Remember, don't give a fuck what anybody except QUINTON thinks about you.
That's all that matters.
Fuck everybody else.
I've been wading into this long enough to know that you are going to do and say what you want. This is your baby, and it shouldn't matter what the hell the rest of us think.
I DO know that sometimes you have to walk away from something to appreciate it, and perhaps that is what will happen with you. I hope you feel the spirit to write again.
(who else would us feel good about remembering Tom Terrific?)
Don't you DARE quit blogging! You once said that you blog for you and only you. To hell with everyone else.
Personally, I like reading your blog because you both look and sound like an old boyfriend from way back when. Oh, and you are pretty darn interesting to read, too.
You have to do what makes you happy, or less miserable, or what feels right. That's pretty much the only way to get through life sometimes.
Hope you don't give up forever, though.
I may have sparked this a couple of weeks ago in a drunken fog. (I should stay off here when drinking, but that would limit it to 2 hours a day in the morning when I'm fuzzy.) I said you are the best at marketing your site than anyone I had seen yet.
Good salemen never know how good they are until they do it. All of a sudden, wham, they realize how great they are at getting people to listen.
Come out of the closet. You are good at this.
Damn it...get off the pity pot and blog your ass off. Keep this up somebody will call you a sniveling asswipe. Where is your spirit??
C'mon, don't stop. I'd do anything to have all the "fans" that you do. Anyway, your blog is the only way I know whats going on over there in GA. You inspired me to start my own blog. You can't quit. Put your links on another page or don't have any at all. Dawn is right!
You have to quit your job.
Everyone can handle some parts of their life being stressful if the others are okay.
You are taking on water big time.
No one can handle their personal life and there working life going to hell.
Even if you take a pay cut - GET THE HELL OUT OF YOUR JOB AND GET AWAY FROM THAT THING - that is only there because you made her what she is.
I mean hell Acidman its not like you don't have any ammunition to throw her way - use it.
You certainly must have had one idiot lawyer as she endangered your son and any two bit lawyer could have used that in court.
Get out - build up your strength - then go back to court.
Do not let her get to you by cutting her off emotionally.
It is insulting to every decent women that ever cared for you, including the one you dumped.
And to us in "cyber land" that care about you.
That we pour all this support your way, into a black hole and you let the lowlife bc dump on you.
Do you want Quinton to let himself be treated how you are letting yourself be treated when he grows up and gets married?
The bc seems to like a challenge like I said before when she does not affect you anymore she will probably start chasing you.
And like I said before I hope you don't turn out like a dog returning to the vomit.
All I can say is, if I were seriously going to worry about "marketing" my blog, I would've given it up months ago.
I've worried about increasing traffic to my website before, but never managed to maintain half the daily traffic I'm sustaining now just by having fun. Even my troll doesn't piss me off anymore, and I've only had him for a couple of weeks.
Screw the critics, and the unsolicited marketing consultants. Screw anybody who thinks your blog is crap or doesn't deserve to exist. They're just jealous because they can't bear to offend anybody's PC sensitivities, while you're getting better traffic by not giving a shit.
Screw trying to keep people stirred up with some new gimmick every week. I come here for the humor (always pungent and never PC) and opinion (likewise).
If Acidman didn't exist, this crew would have to invent him.
WTF! I set up my favorite blogs on my Favorites list on my browser. I never use y'all's (<--?) links. I don't need anybody to tell me what blogs to read.
I just follow links in posts, and if I like what I read, I bookmark 'em.
What is this blogroll bullshit for anyway? It seems it just takes up space.
Don't quit blogging because of the criticisms of a mind-numbed few. I read your blog because I've lived some of the same frustrations you have... as well as hold many of the same opinions as you. (Except about them DAWGS... I went to TECH! ; ) )
I'll be damned if I'd stop doing something I loved to do because it doesn't meet the expectations OTHER PEOPLE have for it. You're buying the bandwidth, aintcha?
Now... if you're tired of doing it, that's another thing altogether. I bookmarked you on Dec. 13, 2002, and been reading daily ever since. I don't know how you do it... How do you find the time?
Best regards and wishes from "Baja Georgia"
Damn it! You can't do that. I guess I'll be quitting too because the link on your site is the only way anyone ever went to my site...
Gut Rumbles is the first blogger site I review every day...I'm not sure if that is bad or good, but there'd be hole in my day...
Rob , and I'm being familiar here, if you decide to walk away from blogging, don't make it forever. I don't know what the catalyst was for your making this decision but it makes me sad. You are my most FAVOURITE blogger, even over instapundit! Your acid tongue brought me such delight, and when you would share your daily dose of work it would bring back memories for me of when I worked in a plant.
I will miss your writing very very much, but I do respect your decision. I hope what you do is right for you.
the warmest regards,
Is it just me, or does anyone else suspect this might be a ploy to get tittie pictures and red toe nail pictures from all the women out there who can't decide if they want to mother Acidman or go for a roll in the hay with him?
I'd offer to send a picture, but I'm so old the titties and the the red toe nails could be shown in the same closeup.
Response A: Don't you go all Tenessee Williams on me you little sissie asswipe. Quitcher goddam boozin' and remind yourself of Question #3; it was only yesterday - less 'n 24 hours ago. Or are you that far gone?!? Maybe if you stick around long enough, you can change that answer to, "My single proudest achievement is my great relationship with my son." Although you'll hafta pull yer head outta yer ass long enough to create that relationship. I'm sure he don' wanna come in there lookin' fer ya.
You write this goddam blog because yer a writer. So shut up and write, goddam ya. Quit this holier-than-thou-fucktard nonsense about marketing and salesmanship and who gives lovey-links to whom. That ain't the point, and you know it.
Response B: Wow. I learn at the knee of the greats. That post is the single best bit of marketing I've seen yet.
Pick one, Mac.
You know Patty you could be right about that, but as I am older than dirt myself, even older than A-man himself it would only cause pain and confusion!
Dude, I'm not going to say don't go. If that's what you really want or need, go for it.
However, I will miss your wit, wisdom, anecdotes, and even your crap. Do what you have to do for as long as you have to do it, but I hope you come back.
Don't let anyone else tell you what you should or shouldn't do here. Let them worry about marketing; you just worry about having an outlet and a hobby and, hey, some fun. If it ain't fun to you, absolutely stop for a while.
"Take it away, Venomous Kate"? What? Did you just discover that her dick's bigger than yours?
Is THAT what this shite is about? Kee-ripes. Well fine. Run home to mommy. Maybe she'll kiss it and make it better.
Yup. Pretty hard to maintain the necessary drive
when you're writing "in character" and living out
of it. It's why I've elected to blurk, rather than
blog. That said, I'll miss some of your daily
postings (You told it right, about one out of four
is worthwhile.) Hope that -whatever you do - you
will find your way back up out of the self pity.
That particular cesspool is no place for a by God
man like you to wallow. Live long,Chingachgook.
PS....I forgot to tell you something. You are my favorite.
It's funny that you commented in my blog today, along with Jay Solo, and that I got an email comment from James Joyner and from a coworker in Des Moines about the blog. After the post I made today wondering about the 'etiquette' of blogrolling (that I thought I wasn't "doing right"), I think you all put it in perspective for me. You're right - I'm not a salesman either. Don't care to be, and that's what I specifically won't do. Jay is also right, people may or may not blogroll but it doesn't mean anything. James is right that BlogSpot sucks. And my coworker just reads it every once in awhile -- not a blogger himself -- and emails me about it -- and THAT's what I enjoy most of all, because I don't see him everyday anymore.
All cool guys - all y'all.
Just don't let any of the "down in dumps" stuff get in the way of having your time with Quinton; that's more important than the blog, any day.
Do what you have to; we're all here for you!
I enjoyed your blogging, even if you occasionally crossed every line. You're a person who puts themselves out there, who truly talks about what you feel. I think it was therapeutic, you've been going through some tough stuff. I hope you know you can come back any time you want, or need... and do it for you, not for anyone else.
It would be sad to see you not blogging anymore - I really like visiting your site.
Whatever you decide I wish you much luck.
Oh man. Say it ain't so Acidman, say it ain't so. I don't wanna see you go.
Admit it, Denny Wilson's kitten pics drove you out.
Seriously, good luck, looks like you're riding out a rough patch of road. Just don't do nothin' real stupid, ride it out to the other side.
Can't promise that things will get better, they usually don't. Can promise that they'll get different, that's something anyway. Hang in there.
Whaddaya mean it's Last Call? I just got here!
Damnit! You are one of my favorite places to go. Who the hell else would post about sh*tting their pants on the golf course?
I don't know what's going on with all this marketing stuff---I didn't realize that was a requirement to blog--but, I suppose you gotta do what you gotta do. Gonna really miss your rants.
In the end there is one dance we do alone-
jackson browne (for a dancer)
Man, you're old enough to know better. take down the comments and keep writing! or not.
from a fellow prine fan.
Enjoy a well deserved rest, Acidman; if you're ever tooling through Macon County, NC, drop by for a cigarette.
Your blog has performed me one great service: a long disconnected friend found me through my postings to your comment section, all the way West in Seattle. Thanx!
What the fuck are you talking about, you Cranky Crackerhead? This "oh, poor pitiful me" shit doesn't cut it, pal. You ARE a salesman. You sell your brand of blow-hard grouchiness and we all come back time and time again to read it. Do you think for one freaking second that a goddamn one of us believes you are this much of a pain in the ass in the real world? Hell no. They'd have fired your ass at the plant years ago, and someone would've cut your dick off and fed it to you. We were to have encountered each other in the real world, that "someone" probably would've been me.
If you decide to be a big self-pitying pussy, fine. Nobody can stop you.
But don't you even try blaming ME for your pathetic bout with your inner demons today or any other day, pal. You wanna be a snivelling quitter and a fuck-up, fine. But take the rap for it instead of taking a low blow trying to shift the blame onto someone else like some Democrat or something.
You have one of the best blogs going and I'm a daily reader. Why? Because you do it your way and you don't give a damn what anyone thinks. Your blog is the real deal. It's very original and you copy no one. Me, I can't write worth a crap, but I always try to be the most politically incorrect blogger out there - you beat me everytime.
I don't follow anyone's guides or tips to better blogging. I don't do contests and I don't ask anyone for links. Fuck that noise. And I don't give a damn about hits either. This isn't an ego trip or attention getting thing for me, this is a hobby, a good way to vent and a great way to make fun of liberals.
I've tipped a few excellent bloggers who I respect and enjoy reading and I've bought some cool merchandise from some, but I've never sold merchandise or had a tip jar. Why? Who in the hell would buy merchandise from me or give me money?
The way I see it, my blog is not for everyone and people either like The Ville or they don't. If they don't, they can use their mouse and find another blog. I don't put near as much time into my blog as some people and I don't take myself too seriously. But then again, I have a life, a job, a wife, two kids, two cars, two dogs, two mortgages, one motorcycle, 4 guitars, a social life and plenty of bills to pay and hobbies to participate in. In the whole scheme of things, some bloggers aren't nearly as important as they may think they are and I'm not into competing with or besting anyone
Throw up your middle finger to the trolls and to the people who tell you how you should run your blog. Tell them to kiss your cracker ass. I'll tell you how to run your blog...run it any damn way you please and write whatever the hell you want to write about. As long as you continue to keep it honest, you can count on me as a loyal linker and daily reader.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Yeah don't be such a pussy dude. Forget the linking and the popularity bullshit but don't stop doin the redneck cracker thing that we all love.
Yep, that's my man! And I'm referring to Kevin here. Once again, he nailed it. A gimmick.
I knew I liked that man for a reason. (After all, he's so right he's scary! Damned straight!)
What a pity! I just found you, and like what I see so far. I won't even ask you to link me. (Hell, I don't link to anyone, so that would be rather hypocritical of me, wouldn't it?) Hope you do return.
Is he serious? Perhaps we've all been had by the Acidic One?
I can just picture that crazy ass cracker sitting in front of his computer with a bottle of fine Kentucky bourbon and a pack of cheap smokes. He's probably laughing his ass off at all of us....or is he?
Checking to see if you changed your mind before I go to bed. Maybe tomorrow. Be a recluse if you want to (it ain't a bad life!) but stay in touch somehow, ok?
I came back one more time before retiring. Just watched 'The Pianist', and was most impressed and mostly pissed off again because of the crap that is starting to happen all over again, again, again.
Rob, if you read these posts, you know you've gained an inside track with all of us who read your stuff. You are indeed a writer, and a damned good one. What is so priceless about your blog, is your absolute truthfulness. I'll miss you guy, and hope someday you come back down that hard ol' road full of piss and vinegar ready to tell it like it really is.
You don't know me; I don't know you, except via the lovely Lionel and Shell at Across the Atlantic . This marketing thing of which you speak - well, it's entirely passed me by. What that says I don't know...!
Acidman, I don't know what really prompted this decision on your part, but it just doesn't sound like you. Your posts are some of the most poignant, funny, exasperating and truthful in the blogosphere. Forget what everyone else tells you and forget the marketing shit. You should just keep writing because you're that good.
What a great list! Either for a funeral or as a wanking-list. And now, after everyone telling you how wonderful you are and how great they are sucking the drops of spit out of your mouth, you know, what you wanted to know. Personally, I don't mind if you blog or not. It was fun to read the quarreling between you and the Group Captain, but he'll find other targest, soon.
It's up to you, A-Man. I'll miss ya.
I don't believe you. You'll be back.
SM: after the email I got from him, he's alive, kicki