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).

Mom


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.

Remain Cool… Don’t Smoke… Don’t Drink… Walk!

4 years of recovery… ready?



When I turned 21 I was over 300lbs of butt-crack, beer, cigarettes, and bipolar meds. I realized I didn’t like any of that stuff anyway.

My babysitter nurse at OUR Homes in Lincoln wouldn’t let me stay home during adult daycare at Southville: the program of sitting on a couch all day and a peanut butter jelly sandwich for lunch.

She said you don’t have to go to daycare, but you can’t stay here. So I walked Lincoln bike trails and sidewalks 5-10 hours a day for 3 years and lost over 100lbs.

Update:
I kept the exercise going when I moved back in with my dad in 2010.

Of course he had me sent away (once in 2006 and again in 2010) because exercise is dangerous psychosis and the local Rock County deputy agrees. I hope they stroke out. Knock on wood because my dad won’t quit smoking + smoking inside his dump of a house, but no really, have a coronary you asshats.

July 2007 to April 2010 ^
Forced meds make me start over again.

To be continued at Rainbow Center
July 2011 to April 2016

Calvin Pees On – Image


So here is a thing. This meme is from the 1990’s.
Copy this image URL and change the png filename to “anything” and it will put “anything” into Calvin’s pee.

Edit the filename in the input area.

// will become =>


or in black and white

// will become =>


or in invert.

// will become =>

I drank about 400 Dr.Peppers _ 2006 – 2010



December 1st, 2006, but really May 1984, but don’t give out your real information on the internet or I will hack you…


Better in khakis… though… this ^ Painted on the side of your house… until you re-hire my siding crew…
Kurt Cobain > Jesus Christ likeness in the blood ^ splat






Sponsored by: Bring me a suicide booth… Season 1…

May 29th, 2004


Jacob Dean Jilg, Associate’s in Graphics! Bachelor’s in art!

I got my associate’s in web design, illustration, and computers arts in 2004.


The logo of the Creative Center changes its look about every 10 years, but it’s still always the all seeing eye to me.

I had 3 nicknames there from select cliques: Jake Giggles, Sammy Hagar, and Sweet Jesus. I don’t know why.

literally, my entire portfolio below…


Update: February 29, 2014

I got my Bachelor’s in Fine Arts
(Lincoln Regional Center)



All I ever did there was make art, and I also took GED math, algebra, etc. class there, but I wasn’t allowed to get a GED from the test, because I already have a high school diploma.

I was NOT in the notorious state sex offenders treatment building #14 (as it was in 2014).
For the record: I was in building #10 for schizoaffective treatment. I’m still a virgin (thanks to social incompetence).

I have never been in prison nor jail, and I’ve never been arrested in my life. Mental hospitals seem like punishment with the strapped beds and the handcuffs (kinky), but in all actuality, it’s about treating an illness; it’s not punishment for a crime.

This below is my entire portfolio.


May 29. 2002. What in the hell was high school?











this gang ^ we called ourselves “The Regulars” and I don’t know why…

This GIF ^ was taken on a Digital Mavica camera that used a floppy disk. Literally!

Drinking is gay as hell, and that’s why we staged this with with a dick in our mouth.

When you see it; you’ll shit.

(don’t worry; I’m gay and we disowned that word in the 90’s)

reality is: soon as you get shitface drunk or pot asphixiation, you alter reality with brain damage because nobody can know what they forgot

Jurmur

This is my oldest game still existing. I made it in Klik&Play in 2001. Many computer crashes ago, and corrupted floppies, lightning surge fried HDs, since before we got a cd burner, all killed 90% of my completed games and my game making passion. Or else my passion died when I started underage drinking. I don’t own the Nintendo midis. I was 16 and this was in 2001 times.

This is the only one that survived worth keeping and I found it on the Wayback Engine of my old Xoom website.

Download .zip Windows – This has been on the Wayback engine since 2001 and I don’t know how they acquired it. I didn’t scan it for viruses; I’m on a Mac. I recommend just watching the video. It’s short.

The music was blantantly taken from good old gen-1 hosted NES midi personal homepages from back in the day.

Google helped me discover it’s actually from Solstice. I wasn’t familiar with this game.