Gut Rumbles

February 03, 2004

My blog

I've gotten a lot of shit from readers lately telling me that my blog has taken a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut, Maybe it did. I've had a lot on my mind lately.

But I'll tell every one of you people this fact: I don't give a shit wherer you read my blog or not. I will be here be wherher you like my cornbread or not. You can read my blog or not as you see fit. It's a free goddam country and you can make your own choices. If you don't want to read me, bite me.

This is nothing but a damned blog. I paid dearly for writing it, but that was all fm choice. I can live with the consequences. I can live with readers telling me to go to hell, too. I can live with those accusing me of being a drug addict or bipolar. I know what I can live through, and that thought just might suprise a few of you really fuck-up believer that believe I suck now.

Do you know how tough you are? Hell, no you don't. Get your candy ass stuck in a sitiatuion where you HAVE to be tough for about three days. If you come walking out of there in one piece, you're tough.

I've been in places like that and walked out in one piece after three days. I found myself in situations where I might die if I crossed the river wrong and I had all I to I was at loss loss iwhere t crossed 17 more times. I walked out of there, drenched, freezing and knowing that if I had to cross that river one more time, I would die trying. It was a bitch.

Two boy scouts drowned that weekend by allowing the water the take them.

The first really bad crossing we made, the water was about 4'deep and rushing brown as a cocker spaniel. We made a decision. Since I was the lightest person, it made more sense to tie a rope around me and see if it could make to ohter side I went, kekkid as a jaybird, toting a return rope and my pack on my soulders. I made it to the other side and alnost froze my ass of before I could get clothes back on.

I sent to return rope to Calvin and we rigged a skyrail so that poeple could wade the river and siill carry their packs before we burned our hands. We did that 17 times. It was an adventure. We resembled drowned rats when be made it back to the vehicle.

I don't believe that I've ever been more delighted to see a truck home in my life. It ws parked right where we left it, it a heavy a cooler full of beer in truck and Rick was driving. "Damn! If we all sit in here, the seats are gonna get wet. I can't sit here."

"Good," I said. "Go get in the trunk. Stay here, Don't open your fucking mouth again." We duck-taped taped pretty good

"Steve, Calvin and Rob will help to kill you if you don't shut up."

We saw a Waffle Hoase about a mile ahead and immediately we were crazed eggs and grits and waffle frenzy. "Lets go THERE!" I shouted I received no complaints. We whipped into the parling lot and needed serious pig-pou to pay this blll. I put it all on Jenny's credit card.

Meanwhile, Rick had not stopped, squirming and atempting to become the suck-plate of the meal when we were minding our own business with exquiste food.

The first cop was one of those tough guys who wanted me to where you want you to pass want to pass a jauntice pit from his tedionitious ass, I kicked his ass and stole his hole gun. I shot him three times in the chest, Rita, using the fhoot own guy I stole from the guy I put lhe past one in his head. I don't think I shou;d seep at night. I am more agressive and violent a tnight.



Here here. "Fuck off" to all lifeless fence-grannies.

Posted by: Shem on February 3, 2004 12:07 PM

Maybe your perception is that readers are disappointed in your writing. What I perceive is that your readers care about you and are worried. You can't worry about someone that you don't care about. Think. about it. I hope peace comes into your life soon .

Posted by: Susie on February 3, 2004 12:07 PM

Nh. I'd agree with Susie, if I weren't for the fact that I've seen at least three "your blog has gone to shit, we miss the 'old' Acidman" comments in the last four days. Seems like a few readers have mistaken themselves for counselors or therapists.

Posted by: Shem on February 3, 2004 12:09 PM

Allow us to be selfish.

We miss what we miss.

Posted by: Key on February 3, 2004 12:10 PM

...but I will agree that not all of the comments have been constructive.

The silence has actually meant more.

(Not my silence, obviously. Shutting myself up is a difficult task. Silence from me is a scary message.)

Posted by: Key on February 3, 2004 12:14 PM

I agree with SHEM. Its just amazes me how people appoint themselves mighty enough to point out how this blog has gone down the crapper. Get over it and move the fuck on. Yes, we have come here for the writing, the laughs, etc. But it is just a blog. Oh and one more thing, if you threaten to leave, then leave. Why continue posting self-serving comments.

Posted by: Anna on February 3, 2004 12:53 PM

Well, I've refrained from counseling attempts or nasty commenting, but I'll admit I've been worried.

This, however, is a true Acidman post. Welcome back, Pappy.

- D

Posted by: Donnie on February 3, 2004 12:56 PM

That's more like it.

Now just fix the damn typos and spelling -- your a literate man who once considered himself a writer.

Take some pride in your craft.

Posted by: Jawja Juicer on February 3, 2004 01:34 PM

Nice man, I suspect this is just a jackson boob here, you're wanting to see what the reaction will be. Well, now you know, Some people really care and some people don't really give a shit. It's how the world is.

Posted by: Slim on February 3, 2004 02:28 PM

One thing: It's a lot easier to crawl into a hole somewhere and not do a damn thing when life attempts to give you an ass-kicking. It's much harder to actually do something in the meantime, like write about it for example.

Who gives a shit about grammar. Those who actually respect the guy writing this stuff certainly don't.

Posted by: Mr. Lion on February 3, 2004 02:54 PM

Have you bothered to read over what you're writing these days, Rob? Just take a look at the last paragraph of this one entry:

"The first cop was one of those tough guys who wanted me to where you want you to pass want to pass a jauntice pit from his tedionitious ass, I kicked his ass and stole his hole gun. I shot him three times in the chest, Rita, using the fhoot own guy I stole from the guy I put lhe past one in his head. I don't think I shou;d seep at night. I am more agressive and violent a tnight. "

You wrote that, and you can't tell me this is an example of your best effort. I've been reading this weblog long enough to know what you're capable of, and when this is what I'm met with day in and day out, I can't help but to worry that something is drastically wrong with you right now. If it's not drugs or alcohol, then for goodness sake, take your ass to the doctor 'cause something is wrong, old man. Maybe some of us don't know how to voice our concerns without bruising your sensitive ego, but dammit, folks out here are screaming in the only way they know how for your attention to this matter. We're worried about you. We care about you, and it hurts us to witness this change in you.

Don't worry though... I can't speak for others, but I can promise you I won't say another word about it. You gonna do what you wanna do, like so many others before you. I just can't promise I still be around when this story ends.

I don't think I have the stomach for it.

Posted by: Lee on February 3, 2004 03:03 PM

I know as much about blogging as a hog knows about Sunday and since Acidman is not writing his doctorial thesis nor is he editorializing for the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation I can overlook a few misplaced key stokes. I think what hes trying to convey is that Gut Rumbles is his blog and yall just go tend to your own ball of yarn. Besides, If he was that far over the edge, why would he even bother? I think hes just being his feisty self.

Posted by: Hal on February 3, 2004 04:32 PM

Absolutely. It's your blog. But if you don't like people worrying about you as a PERSON, apart from your silly blog, then turn off the damn comments.

I don't think a single commentor on these threads gives a flying frog's fanny about your blog, or your writing. They may enjoy your writing or even buy it when you get your ass back to writing your book. But of all the comments, I don't think anyone said you OWED them anything. We already know you don't give a shit about us, anyway.

I did see a lot of folks who cared. God knows why. But don't mind them, Darlin'. Spend all your wrath on the few idiots who like to poke a wounded animal. It lets those of us who do care about YOU, know that you're your old self again. yea!

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! on February 3, 2004 04:50 PM

The point being, MOST folks who commented care more about YOU than about what you can write.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! on February 3, 2004 04:53 PM

"The point being, MOST folks who commented care more about YOU than about what you can write."

Not at all. I couldn't care less about this guys personal life, that's his business and his do with as he sees fit. Hell, I like a good trainwreck as much as the next guy and if someone chooses to make a spectacle of himself who am I to complain.

I'm a consumer, he produces (produced?) content that I find (found?) interesting. Interesting enough that I continue to read in the hopes it will return. That's the quid pro quo, he writes and I read. He stops writing and I stop reading . Everyones happy.

This business of 'caring' is absurd. If you care about someone and regard them as a friend you pick up the phone or hop in the car and tend to your friend. If he's not worth the time, or you don't know him well enough to get the number -- maybe you should reevaluate your friendship and expend your energy on someone who actually cares.

Oh yeah, GA-NE-SHA, get the dick out of your mouth before it goes off in your face. Nobody likes a syncophant.

Posted by: Jawja Juicer on February 3, 2004 05:20 PM

Oh, Jawja, I like my dick.

Posted by: Ga-ne-sha on February 3, 2004 05:26 PM

Damn, the fishin' is pretty good in this hole. Suckers.

Posted by: mike on February 3, 2004 06:09 PM

Let me know when the pity party is over.

Posted by: doug on February 3, 2004 07:39 PM

Now you guys have ME worried. Except for some typos, I didn't notice a difference.

Posted by: Geoffrey on February 3, 2004 08:30 PM

My suspicions: Drowning pain with alcohol and drugs instead of processing it and moving on. I can hardly read or comprehend your ramblings Rob. What's happened to one of the best bloggers out there? Is this a game or for real?

Posted by: Brent on February 3, 2004 10:44 PM

I'm one of those people who read often, and comment rarely, BUT... I see things a little differently than most on the subject of the A' Man's recent posts. We all have inferred at the pridefulness of Rob (through the past entries in his blog) and the apparent lack of attention currently given to it gives us pause.
I believe that he is currently embroiled in some situation that just ISN'T OUR BUSINESS. His pride won't let him expound upon it at this time, but he still likes and cares about his blog enough to post now and then. The fact that he is not taking the time to proof his posts does say something about the severity of his predicament, but he'll tell us about it if he feels the need to get it off his chest. Maybe after the situation is long over, and he's found a way to deal with it.
Sure, I've noticed the change in his posts, but the man will do what he does until he is tired of it, or it doesn't do anything for him anymore.
What I'm trying to say is: Give him time. He will either continue to blog or not, and if he does go on, he'll tell us what's up or not. Either way, trust that he is being true to himself (as he has shown us in the past.) until he proves us different.

Rob - Thanks for letting me rant on your dime.


Posted by: Johnny - Oh on February 4, 2004 12:57 AM

Been reading this blog for a while, never posted before..first there is something wrong with most people...I have found something fucked up with almost everyone I've ever encountered. But not to take away from all the caring words some have offered..but come on, he's a grown man, if he's fucked up on the goofy juice than whatever. Haven't we all just rambled and blurted shit out at some point?

Posted by: sandy on February 4, 2004 01:48 AM


Sounds like a case of the hips. That's almost a case of the ass.

Grumpy old fart, ain't he? Sounds like me when I can't get my coffee.

Posted by: Ward on February 4, 2004 06:30 AM

wow, thought i was bad. heheheh lol

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