Gut Rumbles

August 26, 2005

quote of the day

I started this blog on December 28, 2001, one of the most miserable days of my life. That was a Friday, and I was supposed to have Quinton that weekend, for his birthday, and I had a cake and all kinds of presents for him.

He never showed up. I called his house, got no answer and left a couple of messages. At about 8:00 that night, Jennifer (who probably checked her messages to see what was happening at work) called me from somewhere to inform me that she, her unemployed, dope-smoking
lover and Quinton were spending the weekend in the North Georgia mountains. I was to go and fuck myself. I was NOT going to see my boy on his birthday.

I remember thinking how cruel that was, and I remember tossing that cake into the trash can. I came REALLY CLOSE that night to blowing my fucking brains out.

But instead, I left the pistol alone and started a blog. Now, I read this question:

"Did you ever think when you first dipped your toe into the pool of blogging that your site would take off the way it has"?

No, I didn't.

I've always liked to write and I think I'm pretty good at it, but I never expected the traffic I have now. I don't market this blog and I don't shop myself. (A lot of other people do--- shit--- why do you think I don't like Venemous Kate? She wrote a fucking MANUAL about how to whore yourself in blogdom to generate traffic.) I still believe that I write notes, stuff them in a bottle and throw them into the ocean. If somebody reads the note, I am delighted.

If they don't, that's fine, too.

When you come here, you get what you get because it's the real me. I'm not going to whore to get you here, and I don't charge you a penny for visiting. You've got nothing I want except a few minutes of your attention.

Yeah. I'm surprised that so many people read my blog. I never expected this to happen when I started. But I damn sure ain't disappointed with the results.

Some people must like to read notes in bottles.


I stopped reading Kate when she went commercial, use to be a good read, now just the same old crap from a once fine writer.

Posted by: james old guy on August 26, 2005 05:23 PM

Some people must like to read notes in bottles....

Well, I know I sure as hell do.
'Specially yours.

Posted by: Stevie on August 26, 2005 06:11 PM

Ran across your site about 2 months back. I don't remember the exact post you had up at the time but it managed to piss me off...but after thinking it over I realized that it was simply looking at the world at a slightly different angle then I was used to, and you've had me hooked ever since. Despite not always agreeing with your analysis, I've always found that you manage to make everything interesting. Keep up the good work.

Posted by: Colin on August 26, 2005 07:03 PM

I dunno about notes in bottles, but notes (or rants even) on blogs interest me.This is one of the best non-political (usually) blogs I read (the first one every day when I get home from work, in fact) and it has interested me for at least a year.Keep going, Rob, you got more than ten minutes of my attention each day.

Posted by: Horrabin on August 26, 2005 07:10 PM

Your notes in a bottle are a hell of a lot better than most of the rest of the trash floating around out there! Keep up the good work

Posted by: Leuthen on August 26, 2005 07:37 PM

Gee. I don't recall seeing any "Electric Venom" bumperstickers being passed out you?

Posted by: Kelley on August 26, 2005 07:52 PM

I think blogs are an interesting phemom.

I wonder if what we write will be looked at by someone in the future. Your analogy of the note in the bottle is a very apt one. We are indeed throwing our thoughts into uncharted waters, aren't we?

I'm glad you put the gun away and picked up the keyboard.

Posted by: Nancy on August 26, 2005 08:20 PM

It's the train wreck. More blood, more gore, more Acidman!

Posted by: ken on August 26, 2005 09:35 PM

Does it count to read the blog when you're *in* the bottle?

I sincerely hope so.

Rob, you absolutely rock.


Posted by: Ken on August 26, 2005 10:03 PM

I had rarely heard of that venom chick until she started asking people to give her money to get her teeth fixed, for the love of God. She got it too.

I might start a fund asking for money for botox.

Posted by: Ruth on August 26, 2005 10:18 PM

I have been reading your blog for while now (at work ... my bad). I have finally come out of the dark ages and bought myself a sweet home system. I can only hope that I have as much honesty and integrity... yes I said integrity, when I start my own blog. I take lessons from you Rob. I don't always agree with what you say (as I am a 32 yr old female, rather open minded, perhaps Liberal Canadian) but I competely respect your right to say whatever you want and feel on YOUR blog. I think you're super! Thanks for the entertainment and enlightenment.

Posted by: Tamra on August 26, 2005 10:32 PM

Unless I missed something, it was other bloggers directing their readers to go help her out. To be fair, she didn't start the blegging.

Posted by: Desert Cat on August 26, 2005 10:39 PM

Yes, she did, Cat.

Posted by: Acidman on August 27, 2005 02:41 AM

Then your memory serves you better than mine does. I seem to recall following links in from a couple of places prior to her bleg post.

In any case, the idea doesn't seem to have originated with her.

But whatever. Shall we all delink her now?

Posted by: Desert Cat on August 27, 2005 03:32 AM

I'm glad you put the pistol away, Rob.

Its been a fun ride, sorta like Steve McQuenn in "Bullit"; lots of ups and downs, but never boring.

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on August 27, 2005 06:28 AM

Don't stop. I stop by to 'listen' in on the conversation pretty much every day. Nice to know I'm not the only one who feels and thinks the way you do. I don't agree ALL the time but, at times the parallels are downright scary. Keep on keepin' on.

Posted by: Jim on August 27, 2005 07:36 AM

I'm glad you decided to blog back then, glad I found you when I did, and glad that - no matter what our disagreements have been in the past - we've remained friends.

I have to give you absolute credit for sort of saving my life once upon a time when things were very bad here. And, I think you kept me out of jail more than once when it came to problems with my ex.

Thanks, Rob. Always.

Posted by: Da Goddess on August 27, 2005 07:40 AM

I have to say I like coming here so much because I learn something with everything I read here. I look at my own site and see so much drivel...I admire the fact that you are able to articulate so well and get your point pointedly...

Posted by: Kelly on August 27, 2005 10:18 AM

I can't stomach blegging.

One of our regulars even has a "wish list" on her site linked to for gifts.

I even visited one of the big dog's site for the first time to find him mooching money to go to a gun show.

Or beggin year round for money to go a blogfest.

Have some pride. With all the hours wasted blogging, these people could grab a part time job and support themselves.

If you can't hack the expense of a blog, you must be in some sort of financial dire straits. Hour for dollar, most people probably spend penny's for some of the cheapest entertainment out there.

Can't afford it? Go to blogspot and get a free account and shut the fuck up about your costs. That's my rant.

Posted by: gordon the magnificent on August 27, 2005 10:40 AM

Yes, pretty good writer and your screwups with words and ideas prove you to be real. That's why we come back. Consider the pistol thing an inoculation against a deadly condition.

Posted by: Ivan Ivanovich on August 27, 2005 10:40 AM


I'm an old Cracker now living on island time WAY down South; every day your "note in a bottle" takes me back home to Georgia, just for a little while. Even the rants about the ex, she and my ex could be sisters (ughhh!). Stay as close to Quinton as you can, and keep on putting these notes in the bottles as long as you like, I'll keep reading.


Posted by: Ernie on August 29, 2005 08:34 AM
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