June 26, 2006

RIP Pumpman

Pumpman has checked out. He was discovered by his friend Willy at 2:00 AM Monday morning. I think he just got tired of fighting.

I first met Rob Smith in person in Dahlonaga Georgia almost three years ago. I had met him via the web when Kim du Toit sent him a note saying that he and I sometimes sounded like the same person. He forwarded the note to me and we started reading each other's blogs.

When he went on one of his trips to Costa Rica, he had V-Man and I guest post and try to do better than two wimmins. We were holding our own until one of them put up instructions on how to shave a pussy. How could we compete with that?

But back to Dahlonaga. He used to go up to Blood Mountain in the North Georgia mountains every year in the Fall. He put on his blog that he was gonna be in a restaurant in Dahlonaga on a given day, and everyone who wanted to meet him should show up.

I drove up. As I was hobbling into the restaurant, he looked at me and said, "You're the sorry sumbitch who keeps catbombing me".

We talked about blogging. His philosophy was sumpin' he picked up from Lileks. You throw enough shit against a wall, some of it will stick. So, you write, write, write, and write. Some of it is bound to be good.

I remember him saying that there were three types of bloggers: there were linkers, like Glenn Reynolds; there were thinkers, like Stephen den Beste; and there were stinkers, like Rob and I.

I also remembered when Rob put up a post that had a generous use of the word "nigger' and various bloggers, like John Hawkins, ceremoniously delinked him. Rob's hits went up over 1000 a day. Who had the last laugh?

There was such a good turnout at Dahlonaga, that Rob decided to do Helen the next year, and the 1st Annual Helen Blogmeet came to pass.

This was the blogmeet where I demonstrated that I was a wimp and woke up in bed next to Dax Montana. This was also the first time that Rob, Jimbo and I played guitars together.

V-Man set this meet up. He also set up the Wreckyll in Jekyll. This was where I got to meet Christina which started the melding of some Jawja bloggers with some Texas bloggers. We had a good time there, but it was shortly after that Rob started alienating people. Mostly women. You could usually tell when Rob was drinking, 'cause he would start writing mean posts.

He didn't come to Nawlins. He did show up at the 2nd Annual Blogtoberfest in Helen last year. He looked like shit! He could hardly walk. There were many of us who thought he would be dead by Christmas. The first thing he did Saturday morning when he got up was mix himself a Margarita. Not good!

He did apologize to some of the ladies he had pissed off. He said he was gonna mend some fences and he did. When he got back from Helen, he checked himself into rehab.

I saw him in in January at Catfish's place. He was off the sauce and looked much better. He, Willy, and I did some pickin' and grinnin'.

He also showed up at Austin and looked much better. He was still sober. Staying sober at a blogmeet is not the easiest thing to do. He was really doing well and I was proud of him.

Many people wondered why I called Rob Pumpman. It was because of his bionic dick. I had an uncle who had the same type of penile implant that Rob had. He had it done when he was in his 70's. I asked him why and he told me it was because he was a cocksman. From then on, until he died, he was my Uncle Pump. When I found out Rob had an implant, he became Pumpman.

Rob had been a fighter all his life. He was a lttle runt who played linebacker in high school at 130 pounds. He played above his weight.

Over the past few years things got worse. He lost his job due to blogging. He wasn't able to see his son. The IRS came after him for underpayment of taxes. I think he just got tired of fighting.

As those of you who have read his blog over the past few months know, he has been fighting many demons. Unfortunately, the demons won, but now he is at peace.

Farewell Rob. There were still some songs I wanted to learn from you.

Now, I think I'll get hammered.

Posted by denny at June 26, 2006 09:47 PM  
Comments

Nice tribute, Sir.

I'm gonna miss the old corrosive cracker so much!

He was the first blogger I ever read, and he opened up my horizons, let me tell ya! His blogroll became a part of my faves :) Acidman was my first read every morning.

I just hope the man is at peace, he deserves that much.

But he will be so missed.

Posted by: Gina on June 26, 2006 11:12 PM

... me too, Denny.... me too...

Posted by: Eric on June 26, 2006 11:24 PM

"He played above his weight."

I think that ought to go on his tombstone.

Posted by: Patrick on June 26, 2006 11:30 PM

Damn. I'll miss him.

Posted by: PPJakaJim on June 27, 2006 12:02 AM

An epitaph from a Robert Heinlein story comes to mind "He ate what was set in front of him."

Posted by: Rey B on June 27, 2006 12:54 AM

So very sad. I've been out of pocket for a while and haven't kept up with much in the tiny tiny section of the blogosphere I used to more frequently roam. But when I got on this evening and saw this, my jaw just dropped. I admit that I didn't read Rob's blog regularly (usually about once every other week or so) but when I did, I would always find myself thinking, "I would really love to meet this interesting soul in person one day." So sad to know that chance won't come. My prayers are with his family.

Posted by: reiggin on June 27, 2006 01:15 AM

Good words, Denny.

Posted by: marcus on June 27, 2006 01:27 AM

Thanks Denny,
I'll miss him too.

Posted by: curtis kreutzberg on June 27, 2006 01:51 AM

I didn't see it coming. Yeah, he looked rough and talked shit, but I thought he'd live on stubborness for at least another decade. I didn't want to believe it, and I hate that I didn't call him this past weekend.

Posted by: Key on June 27, 2006 02:23 AM

Jesus I feel like cussing and getting drunk( rip roaring wake up in the wrong state drunk). Denny thank you for introducing me to his blog. Shit just shit

Posted by: Sgt S. Humphrey on June 27, 2006 04:21 AM

The world is a lesser place because of his passing. He may have been slight in stature but he was large in spirit, a spirit that lives on in his archives. I intend to go back and read them while they're still up.

Rest in peace, Rob. You've earned it.

Posted by: Ralph Gizzp on June 27, 2006 07:19 AM

Very nice tribute, Denny. I cried when I read Sam's post; the only time I met Rob (or you) was at the wreckyll in jekyll and I had a great time!

Posted by: Michele on June 27, 2006 07:54 AM

... such a loss... no one could play "Please Come to Boston" like Rob... I'm going to miss that old cracker....

Posted by: Eric on June 27, 2006 08:06 AM

Extremely well said, Denny.

Posted by: Christina on June 27, 2006 08:15 AM

I met him when I invited him to the Mike Cross show at the Randy Wood Guitar Shop and he was a got dam treat. Could not have been more gracious and friendly.
I was hoping he'd join my brother and me at the next Mike Cross show at the same place in September but it is not to be. I'm glad he's no longer in pain but now we have the pain of being without him.
I will miss him ungodly much and will never take him off my blogroll.

Posted by: BlogDog on June 27, 2006 08:32 AM

I am going to learn "Mother of a Miners Child" by Gordon Lightfoot just for Rob. He had a post once where he wrote about how that song touched him with his Kentucky coal mining roots. I posted the lyrics in the comments section of his blog. I think it would be a fitting tribute if anyone who could play would learn the song also and dedicate it to Rob when you perform it.

Posted by: Titan Mk6B on June 27, 2006 09:42 AM

Losing Rob reminds me of what the judge told a cannibal when he sentenced to hang out in Colorado, " There weren't but five republicans in the territory and you ate two of them." Rob was one of the few left who would write what he felt and if you didn't like it, it was your problem, not his. I think the note on his sidebar described Rob best: If my blog does not meet your standards, then LOWER YOUR STANDARDS. Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? I am gonna miss the sumbitch ever if he was crazier than a run over dawg sometimes.

Posted by: GUYK on June 27, 2006 09:49 AM

Wow, that's too bad. A sad day. Like many, I read his musings not on a regular basis but occasionally. Just wondering Denny- How old was he?

Posted by: Rob Cooper on June 27, 2006 09:59 AM

Well said, Denny. Somehow I didn't think that piece of lighter knot would ever go. We shall miss him deeply.

Posted by: Velociman on June 27, 2006 10:01 AM

I feel like I lost a very good friend. So sad that his BEW kept him away from Quinton. I truly think he died of a broken heart. May he rest in peace and I will surely miss his great writing. Hopefully Quinton will get to read his musings someday and get to know how much his daddy loved him.

Posted by: Anastasia on June 27, 2006 10:21 AM

I knew you would write something extra special and you did!

I didn't know Rob, but read him every day, thanks to finding your blog, Denny.

Rob wrote about things people only dare to think. I enjoyed his cutting edge honesty and humor.

My sympathy to all his friends and avid readers.


Posted by: vicki on June 27, 2006 10:49 AM

An excellent tribute Denny. He did indeed play above his weight, but he outclassed the heavyweights and we are the richer for it.

Posted by: Laughing Wolf on June 27, 2006 11:10 AM

I am so grieved, and although I don't have a blog of my own, I have truly enjoyed blogs like Rob's and yours. Today is a very sad day for me as well. Such a shame. Take care GOC

Posted by: wendy on June 27, 2006 12:04 PM

http://www.daybydaycartoon.com/

Check this out. Acidman is truly immortal now.

Posted by: Titan Mk6B on June 27, 2006 01:01 PM

Denny you summed it up nicely, but as many of us know, there was a lot more to the man, than the blog. I'm gonna miss him too bro'.

Posted by: RedNeck on June 27, 2006 01:53 PM

Well said, Denny. Pumopman was my second read every day (after GOC) I hope he is at peace now.

Posted by: Alan on June 27, 2006 02:06 PM

I have clicked on you all day waiting for your words and knowing they would be sorrowful and comforting at the same time. I am a Georgia ex-pat - I live in Germany - and I read both of you back to back every morning with my coffee. (You are alphabetically together on my favorites column, which is very fitting.) I never met him, but I'm sure going to miss him and reading about his attempts to fight the good fight every day.

I hope his ex-wife gets the misery she deserves later in life. I know that's ugly, but that's what I hope, nevertheless.

Posted by: Oda Mae on June 27, 2006 02:18 PM

Amen ... Denny ... Amen! I already miss him so much. He was one of my daily must reads - I hope he's finally at peace ... at long last.

Posted by: Vulgorilla on June 27, 2006 03:06 PM

FUCK!!

That really sucks!

Anywhere to make a donation in his name?

Posted by: gravdigr on June 27, 2006 03:48 PM

thanks, Denny. That was too nice. He would have bawled your ass out.

Posted by: caltechgirl on June 27, 2006 04:28 PM

I'm glad I got a chance to make amends with him at the Blogmeet. My choice of olive branch? Painting my toenails his favorite shade: red.

The bottle of nail polish is sitting on my computer desk, and every time I glance at it, I think of him.

It was the first and only time I've ever done them that color, and I hadn't intended to do it again. But now, I'm thinking...maybe just one more time...

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons on June 27, 2006 06:31 PM

I didn't realize Rob was so popular. I must admit he wasn't on my favorites list but I did enjoy his Gut Rumbles from time to time.

Seems that Chris Muir of the DaybyDay cartoon which is seen on Captain's Quarters and other conservative blogs has paid homage to Rob in their own way - with a comparison to Hemingway.

http://www.captainsquartersblog.com/mt/

RIP Acidman.

Posted by: Jesse on June 27, 2006 06:44 PM

BlogDog - I think I was invited to that meet, but it was shortly after I got back from Catfish's and I didn't want to drive back down that soon.

Rob - He was younger than I. I think he was only 54 or 55. The first time I met him he was pissed because I looked younger. Lots of cigarettes, lots of booze, and lots of bullshit can take their toll and they did on him.

Posted by: Denny on June 27, 2006 06:45 PM

I am really sorry to hear about the death of Acidman. Thanks for sharing your memories.

Posted by: Jim Hoft on June 27, 2006 09:18 PM

Damn. Sonofabitch. ;[ I was planning on getting up to a blogmeet in Georgia one day *just* so I could meet him. Now... never will.

Rest ye gentle, sleep ye sound, Rob.

Good memorial, Denny.

Posted by: Ironbear on June 27, 2006 09:31 PM

Nicely said Denny, In the end its how we are remembered that matters.

Cheers

Patrick

Posted by: scaryguy on June 27, 2006 09:48 PM

Great tribute Den. He is loving it right now I am sure.

Posted by: Teresa on June 27, 2006 11:47 PM

Beautiful Denny. I am so grateful I got to see you two doing such a beautiful job playing together, not once, but twice! You two made beautiful music together.
Damn that sounded really sappy and gay didn't it?
Well you know what I mean.

Posted by: livey on June 28, 2006 01:42 AM

He'll be missed. THanks for sharing some of your memories.

Posted by: Miss Fire on June 28, 2006 08:35 AM

Drink one to him for me, Denny.
He was a hell of a guy.

Posted by: DaveP. on June 28, 2006 02:01 PM

Beautiful eulogy Denny. Made me cry all over again. I can't believe how bereft I am over a man I never met. I may have to start haunting you now that he's gone.

It's true. You're a lot like him and who else is going to properly piss me off with their posts now?

Posted by: Libby on June 28, 2006 08:39 PM

Shit.
Now that I'm in Florida instead of DC I'd hoped to be close enough to get to one of the blogmeets & meet all y'all. No chance now to meet Rob.
I don't drive but I can take airplanes. Problem is, airports to Rob's service & back. Bleh.
Now it's one less to meet. No offense Denny, but I'd have rather met Rob first, then you. I've been reading Gut Rumbles for years & you about 6 months. The man was fascinating; the stuff he could come up with out of virtually nothing but seeing a dead bird on the road or whatever. Or a dead Party in the Congress.
One of a kind, mold broken. We'll never see his like again.

Posted by: Horrabin on June 28, 2006 09:20 PM

Horrabin - I'll be the first to admit that Rob was a much better writer than I. More prolific as well.

Posted by: Denny on June 28, 2006 10:27 PM

My thoughts go out to his family and friends.

Posted by: Darrell on June 30, 2006 05:30 PM
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