Gut Rumbles

October 24, 2005

Category 3

Based on the news reports on television I'm watching at the moment, Hurricane Wilma is a Category 3. The amount of research and technology that went into the creation of that system is rather amazing. And handy, too. It's not all that dissimilar from the system I've used to rate Acidman posts over the years.

Yes, in the 3+ years that I've known our irascible Gut Dude, I've been able to gauge his mood just by the first three words of one of his posts. The same could be said about our phone conversations. Once you truly get to know the man, you can read him that easily.

I remember the first time I ever spoke to Rob. He called to talk about blogging, life, his son, my son, and everything else under the...well, sun. I think the phone call lasted two hours. Two hours on the phone with a man who claimed to hate talking on that dreaded instrument of torture. Heh. Right. A rapt audience is a rapt audience and he had my attention.

It didn't take long for us to decide we should meet. Within two months, we were on vacation in Daytona (then on to his home in Georgia), having a damn good time and enjoying the hell out of the companionship. Every single time I come to this site and see that photo in the top left corner, I think about that trip. That photo was taken on the balcony of the timeshare as we waited out a nasty bit of storm.

Even then, it was helpful to have my Acidman Mood Detector on hand. We spent hour after hour talking. Our conversations strayed into some crazy territory. It was great. There are very few people with whom I've ever felt so comfortable venturing into those depths. We both spilled our guts and it, as Martha would say, was a good thing.

We've had our ups and downs since we first met, but Rob and I have remained friends. There are times when we've been ready to kill each other, and times when our friendship has proven to be lifesaving.

When I spoke to Rob a few days ago, I heard in his voice that I'd never heard before: resolve. He was determined to get through rehab and begin living life on his terms. I know most of us thought that's what he was doing all along, but this was different. I can't explain it, but it was very apparent to me that he means business this time around. I'm proud of him for finally reaching this point. It's not going to be easy or particularly pretty, but it's what he wants.

In the meantime, I'm going to miss him. I'm going think good thoughts for him. And, I'm seriously considering sending his doctors and nurses my copy of the Acidman Mood Detector, complete with colorful Category staging graphics.

I miss you, man.


I think the doctors and nurses just may appreciate that, Queenie...go for it!

Posted by: Lisa on October 24, 2005 06:21 AM

I have no doubts Rob will make it. That man hates failure more than just about anything in the world. He won't let himself fail.

Posted by: james old guy on October 24, 2005 06:42 AM


(How long, anyway?)

Posted by: Yogimus on October 24, 2005 07:01 AM

OMG, that was so sweet. *sigh* i'm feeling so sentimental for him right about now. we can't like all of us thousands of bloggers just show up outside his hospital window, right? would that be like the most inappropriate thing ever?

Posted by: erica on October 24, 2005 09:19 AM

Erica: would that be like a "panty raid" that we used to have in college back in the bad old '60's, only in reverse? All Rob's wimmen show up at Statesboro and, ahem, have a "display of affection", ahem, for him outside his window?

Sounds like a fine idea to me. Dono what the hospital would say, though.

Joanie: Did he really remind you of a hurricane? I don't think Rob could be that destructive, except maybe to himself. Maybe what you are after here is a system like the silly Homeland Security's colors to broadcast the terror alert level.

Posted by: Rivrdog on October 24, 2005 11:20 AM

Rob certainly can be a hurricane. Volatile and occasionally destructive? C'mon, tell me that doesn't sound like him. But, it's part of who he is and you either accept it or you move on.

Posted by: Joanie on October 24, 2005 03:57 PM

Fifty some-odd years of living life "on his terms" has got Rob to where he is right now. No amount of determination, willpower, orneriness, irascibilty or whatever is gonna help. Accepting what's in the 12 steps is what matters. I hope and pray he can do that.

Posted by: Larry on October 25, 2005 12:41 PM

Great post, Joanie. I hope Rob finds the encouragement and help he needs to straighten his life out.

I'm not so sure about those 12-step programs, tho. Because we are, after all, masters of our own fates. And to admit that we are powerless, in my mind anyway, excuses us from accepting responsibility for our own actions. And Rob is all about responsibility.

In any event, he had the gumption to seek help, and THAT is half the battle.

Rock on, Rob.

Posted by: Joni on October 26, 2005 03:58 PM
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