Gut Rumbles

May 28, 2004

my boy

I talked to Quinton on the phone last night. He said that he hasn't received any of the letters that I sent him from Costa Rica. I don't know whether the mail is that slow or whether Jennifer got my letters and didn't let Quinton see them. Divorce sucks, and it keeps on sucking long after the initial ordeal is over when a child is involved.

Hell, I suspected my ex-wife of being behind the crash of my blog. It's the kind of thing she would do to me.

But... I digress. I wanted to brag like the proud father that I am. Quinton made the Effingham County All-Star team as a starting shortstop in his age group. I TOLD you people that he was good!

I want to see if I'm any good, too. My blog became quite popular for a while, then I let my posting slide and I took a long vacation, after which I had nothing but a blank page to display. My readership took a nose-dive, which I expected, and now my archives have vanished except for the posts I saved on disk. Can I lure readers back here with what I write when I start from scratch?

I don't know, but I still believe that if I build it, they will come. Long ago, I described this blog as an exercise where I stuffed notes in bottles and threw them into a vast ocean where I hoped someone would find the bottle and read the note. But that's not really what I was doing.

This blog was my lifeline that towed me to shore when I was totally shipwrecked. It kept me alive for more than two of the worst years I've lived in my life. I wasn't stuffing notes in bottles. I was standing on the shore and shouting frantically for rescue.

People came. I WAS rescued. And I will always appreciate that fact.

So... I'm starting over now. Can I do it again? I don't know. YOU tell ME.


I don't think you have a choice. It appears that blogging can fall in the same catagory as alchol and tobacco, you can quit but you will never be cured. This appears to be your life lne to sanity, if it is, so be it and the hell with what anyone else thinks.

Posted by: James Old Guy on May 28, 2004 01:47 PM

I'll be here.

Posted by: Hockey on May 28, 2004 01:55 PM

Found you a year and a half ago and haven't left since....

Posted by: Fish on May 28, 2004 02:03 PM

How much of your stuff is archived in the google cache?
Looks like a lot, to me.

Posted by: MildlyDisturbed on May 28, 2004 02:11 PM

I discovered your blog around Christmas and it brightened up a rather sad season for me. Since then I've read all of your archives (thank God) and feel that I know you! You won't lose readers. Good luck, and thanks

Posted by: peggy on May 28, 2004 02:18 PM

I've come to depend on your blog as a daily read. I'm sorta new to the blogger world, but have been around the internet for quite a few years. I'll be back to your blog for more!!

Posted by: Michele on May 28, 2004 02:22 PM

Mildlydisturbed is right. I googled you once and came via an archived entry, it appears all your archive months are there except May 2004.

As for your mail to Quinton, when I have sent mail from other countries it has taken several weeks to arrive to some places here in the states.

Posted by: Jackie on May 28, 2004 02:46 PM

You should be able to restore your archive one way or another. Adds a lot of interest.

Posted by: steve on May 28, 2004 02:56 PM

Your page was recommended by a friend. I read everyday! I like the way you think and express yourself...something I don't do well. Keep blogging and I'll keep reading!

Posted by: Stephanie on May 28, 2004 02:59 PM

Secondly, if you have any bombproof advice on rebuilding your life I'll listen...

Posted by: steve on May 28, 2004 03:00 PM

I read this post, didn't I?

Sometimes your writing is like a car crash. You just know it's gonna be ugly but you have to look anyway.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzip on May 28, 2004 03:08 PM

Once again, your old archives are in

Not lost. Not gone. Still there.

Posted by: Sekimori on May 28, 2004 03:08 PM

I've been reading your blog for a couple of years now, and having a wonderful time. Keep writing, I'll keep stopping by.

Posted by: Cat on May 28, 2004 04:33 PM

Keep on writing Rob, It's in ya and it's gotta come out! I've been reading you now going on a year. I don't comment much because others have usually already said what I was thinking. It's kinda like what James Old Guy said ^^^^^ Up there. I'd like to meet ya some day. I play guitar too, am about the same age and live just west of Atlanta. Seems we have a lot in common. Just keep writing and thanks. Buck

Posted by: BUCKNEKKID on May 28, 2004 04:57 PM

This attitude puts you in the best possible place to be an excellent Father for Quinton.
Our children watch our every move, and then they shape their lives useing the template we have provided.
Large quantities of alcohol and drugs keep us from maturing properly.
You are sounding very much like a mature Man. Just taking life one day at a time is a safe path to a mentaly sound and healthy life.
Go for it!

Posted by: wes jackson on May 28, 2004 05:04 PM

"I want to see if I'm any good, too. [Yes]
My blog became quite popular for a while [Assuredly]
then I let my posting slide [Yes]
and I took a long vacation [Yes]
after which I had nothing but a blank page to display [Yes]
My readership took a nose-dive [Yes]
. . . my archives have vanished except for the posts I saved on disk [Debatable]
Can I lure readers back here with what I write when I start from scratch? [Most Assuredly]

Posted by: DJSloan/Houston on May 28, 2004 05:40 PM

Hell yeah. You keep writing, I'll keep reading.

I like you, you grouchy old fart. Give Jennifer hell. Love your boy. Keep thumbing your nose at "authority," "political correctness," and "them."

Keep it up.

Posted by: Kevin Baker on May 28, 2004 06:15 PM

Southerners are hard to kill. Glad you're back and yeah, you can still kick ass.

Posted by: DeoDuce on May 28, 2004 07:57 PM

Quietly, but most certainly....I'm sure that there's a whole lot of un-ceremonious re-linking going on out in the blogosphere.

Although they might be too embarassed to publicize their reaffiliation, I'm sure your referer logs will tell the tale.

Regardless, just keep writing. If you're writing for you, which is as it should be, you'll have readers aplenty.

Now then. When do we get to see the photos of the Costa Rica jaunt?

Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim on May 28, 2004 08:05 PM

Seriously, welcome back to humanity. I've been either posting or lurking through the rollercoaster ride that your blog has been, and as much as a Yankee keeping his fingers crossed could do for you, I hope I helped get your Karmatrain back on the tracks.

Posted by: Patrick on May 28, 2004 10:20 PM

I'm back.

I never commented before, but I missed you while you were gone.

Posted by: Amanda on May 28, 2004 11:15 PM

NEVER let the bastards get you down. They are only interested in tearing down.

Posted by: tim on May 29, 2004 12:00 AM

The mail is slow as crap if you didn't send it EMS or DHL. Normal post takes 2-3 weeks at best.

Posted by: Mr. Lion on May 29, 2004 01:08 AM

No doubt here.

Posted by: Seppo on May 29, 2004 01:51 AM

Ever tried to give up a habit? It won't be so easy to quit blogging, even if you wanted to.

Posted by: Desert Cat on May 29, 2004 01:57 AM

Hello, Rob!

I read your blog about every 4 to 6 months to catch up on your latest happenings. Rest assured I'll be coming back to check up on you.....maybe more often now.

I have good news for you! I tried to find your old postings by going through your directory at as mentioned by someone above, but your posts weren't there so I did a search for your site at the Internet Archive Wayback Machine found at (my search result can be duplicated by going to*/
and there it was! So, hurray! All is not lost! I hope this brings cheer to your day :)

A Blog Fan

Posted by: A Blog Fan on May 29, 2004 05:59 AM

You can do it again.

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