Check Your Privilege

This is a scorekeeper for that dumb Check Your Privilege meme.

Went to my first Huskers Game With Fam

This ^ is they were doing the wave.

The Huskers played Idaho state. It was a blowout. I got sunburned; took no sunblock.

I went with my brothers and my dad. My dad’s broken foot is in a braced boot (an angry cow took him down a while ago), so he had to hobble all the way up and down the stadium in a boot. I used to live in Lincoln. I don’t miss it.

So here is the thing I learned about Memorial Stadium. My butt is about 24-30 inches wide. The numbered seats are only 14 inches. I never knew you could get so claustrophobic in such a huge place.

I’ve gone to high school games in the stadium for the mentally ill adult daycare field trips, and it seemed I had a lot more room at those.

That ^ is me in a corn hat. My brother made these hats without the official university seal of approval. We could get sued.

Where they park the rides for the entire stadium is beyond me. It’s like they all walk to the game.

1944 John Deere B – Still Driving It in 2012

These things are what I grew up mowing hay with. In order to maintenance these, my dad and my uncle has to get antique parts.

I worked just to buy my own school clothes and then completely destroy said clothes in the summer, from all the dirty deeds greasing zerks and changing the snapped wooden pitmans or whatever. I’ve been stung by swarms of bees, eaten alive by mosquitoes the size of nickels, and I’ve murdered hundreds of innocent furry little bystanders. I  had to get stitches on my palm when I almost lost a pinky finger changing a broken sickle blade.

It looks tough, but I have a hard time driving anything else really.

Marla and Me

This isn’t my dog. Rainbow Center has got me a volunteer job walking the strays at the animal shelter. This one, Marla is my favorite. She attacks the leash and she’s also smart enough to slip out of the chain (I don’t like the chains, but it’s shelter policy) and she about broke loose and took off, except that I had to tackle her to keep her from getting away. So much personality in this dog. I miss my country dog Z. I used to let him go wherever he wants in a walk, no leash. I hope Marla can be a country dog. City dogs are institutionalized out of their soul.

Jake Jilg and his iMac [LOVE!]

If you don’t react this way to a brand new computer, you don’t love her.
A love that transcends all:
Jake Jilg and his iMac.

We’re dating. This is real! We’ve been a couple for a long time…

  • As I grew from a boy, into a man, into a user.
  • She grew from the school Apple 2e, into a PPC G4, into an Intel Core i7.

And we will always be together.

P.S. We came up with this story, before that Her movie.

P.P.S. After the camera cut out, I hooked her up, keyboard and mouse and customized the OS and stuff. What do you think we did?

Tom, Jake, Dan, Tad, and the Falls.

The four Jilg boys go swimming together for the first time since the mud-hole in the field as pups after playing ghostbuster ninja turtles or something. My older brother is holding the camera; that’s why I said four of us. His sunglasses are in the shot.

I’m the cool dude without a hat, because hats only give you cradle cap (rash) and a lucky horseshoe (hair).


This picture tells the story. Mom had a fatal sadness.

This is the spot by the lake where they found her. I’m building a memorial.

I spent all day, rolling out these tires by hand about 1/4 mile from my dad’s used tractor tire pile behind the barn. It’s just junk, but hopefully it will keep the rushes from growing in this spot and then I can construct something in the future.

Mom always wanted me to help gather these fallen branches. She always did it by herself. I just jogged around and gathered all of these, all day.