That's What I Figured. Dammit.

Rob Smith reports that he's dying. Someone wrote jokingly once that "perfect health is just the slowest possible rate of dying." There's a difference though, I think, when The End is staring you in the face, and the only question is "Days, months, or a couple more years?" For those of you not familiar with Rob's site Gutrumbles, or his (appropriate) persona of Acidman, Rob started his blog after life hit him in the balls. With a 10 pound sledghammer. Repeatedly. Blogging is Rob's version of therapy. Sometimes reading his posts is much like watching an all-day plane crash, but he's usually entertaining, never boring, and he's often very insightful. Getting a huge dose of reality forced down your throat tends to strip away the bullshit, and Rob's been stripped raw.

I hope he stays with it as long as he can, and Rob? I'm gonna miss you when you're gone.