And the internetz never forgetz. Which is Kool in an odd way. You know. Kool – with an capital K.
]]>I rarely delete any pictures, though i often forget what they are called or where i saved them. I finally put together a dedicated Hilary folder with what I could find when I wrote that. I seem to have exactly 31 pictures in the Lars folder, mostly from the “webcam” but also my favorite
She put a fucking hunting deer on wheels, dressed like Peter Pan and pulled it through the streets of new Lenox until the cops showed up.
It’s like having a dog that eats colored play doh and then poops a rainbow. Unexpected.
I assume that pretty much sums it up, no?
Hilary: Assume? When you assume you make an ASS out of U and ME.
I hope her relatives know that she actually left her marks all over the world. For me, she did.
BTW. That the both pictures with the sheep are the actual pictures I still have.
]]>gosh that thing is bigger than i thought
i suppose it is only small relative to real sheep
I continue to remember Hilary’s birthday May 23 yet am unsure of the exact days in pertinent months for other people. I did not think the demise was all that long ago but also seem to have lost track of how many years since I was sure it was seven until you said eight.
The “eyez” webpage also copiously referred to someone as “poof,” which seemed like the silliest, most meaning-devoid possible way to describe a person.
ALTHOUGH abusive characters in British Viz comics often accuse others of calling them “a puff” as a justification for beating them up, a puff is not necessarily a poof. Even if it is I doubt any of my childish early web pages would have entertainment value outside what I got from them. Hilary’s life commentary had much more value without knowing the context than mine ever did.
That was one of the pages that was on someone else’s webspace for some reason and I saw it rather late in the Hilary web page period, though probably fewer than eight years later. ]]>
Just saw Timmy’s entry. We had a blast back then on the message boards, Hilary said we needed bunk beds. Ha.
She would have liked this really much.
She once send me a box mit skittles and a Marlilyn Manson cd. The box featured Gretchen and a quote I never forget “Ich beiße deine Nacken”
I think I too have a Webcam picture from that time. When the internet was a happier place.
Thank you for this post.
Lars
]]>The lines were added when the transition was made to gigglebounce.com I think, and thankfully the doubling with them removed was not very obvious. It definitely felt like a major event if Hilary mentioned me on a page, and it surely would have been more so if she had ever made use of a graphic that I produced or provided. Alas, nothing could be done about the hot dogs!
]]>The writing really helped me learn to understand the absurdity that existed all around me. I never really grasped it until the spam headwound. Her detail of it was both highly perceptive, biting, and fun.
I’m really sad to read this news. I once fixed the cloud background she lost by removing some scan lines that were added somehow. I only wish I had so many years ago said thank you to her for the laughs and the insight.
]]>I have a picture of Lars’ passport identification that he once showed for some reason but if that includes an address it has been blacked out, but I do not even write letters to people that I know are in specific places so that would not do my much good anyhow. His old website “garden style” seems to be long gone.
]]>the timmy from this post. I did not know I had your website bookmarked in my years and years of bookmarks until i boredly typed a random series of letters and got suggestions to look at – your old live journal, which had a link to this website. then i scrolled back through to see if you ever found out about her. it was weird because when i heard the news I thought of you and how the hell i was ever going to track you down to tell you. I’m not sure how to contact lars. i used to be friends with johnny on facebook but he became very difficult. i wonder if it is worth telling maddox.
Thanks for the post. It was very nice to read – i felt very similar about her. I’m on break from grad school and I have been meaning to write up my own thoughts on everything. if you want to talk or anything, uh. well, i dont know how to contact you. so. yeah.
]]>It would be unlike me to be photographed, much less to show that here, although perhaps if I liked my appearance more I would.
I imagine Hilary has done many things that I do not know about, not having such a need for validation, or perhaps free time as to spend days writing about every one of them. She never came across as afraid or undetermined or less than powerful.
]]>I also remember seeing her avatars on Livejournal and thinking she was probably cool, which appears to be correct.
]]>Thank you for reading and replying! I did not mean to cut off our last discussionoid so abruptly but it has been a stranger than usual few weeks.
I was inclined to think of Hilary as somebody I had known long enough that neither of us was going to have a sharp shift in circumstances or personality that made us totally inaccessible to the other person. I did not feel like I needed to impress Hilary, because she seemed to accept what I was.
I have thought about you like that to a degree; consider that you are one of three internet people of whom I have drawn non-creature versions, and the other one disappeared five years ago, but you are similar to me in the respect of being hard to read. Perhaps even more similar than I am to myself in some ways.
Indeed it subconsciously entered my mind that the “permanent” people were supposed to be with me, at least until we accomplished our goals, or set up events which would lead to that. If they die, does that mean that I ran out of time to succeed? Or that I failed in some more profound way which led to this death? That is illogical, and yet my mind always goes there, that I should have been able to do something which would have prevented this.
Oddly enough I was thinking about Time Cube. I have these two contextless images dated january 16 2002 that Hilary made amidst my timecube obsession during 200x.
Ugh, ain’t that the truth.
I only had a vague notion of this person, mostly as the originator of the “AAAAAH, MEINE AUGEN!” quote which made me assume you spoke German for years, and also the dead body story which I remember seeing for some reason once, and which vividly stuck with me ever after. Nevertheless, it was somewhat unsettling news to read. I’m pretty sure long-term background figures on the internet who are only about five or so years older than you are not supposed to die, or at least that’s that’s the narrative I had subconsciously subscribed to. I was recently vaguely saddened when I found out the Time Cube Guy died a few years ago, and he was like 205 and a tattered, deteriorated shell of a mind reduced to spouting occasionally racist gibberish in gigantic garish letters whom I never had even parallel interaction with. Hmm. Mmn.
(On a side note, I’m vaguely unnerved to discover I was already referring to myself as “The Rocking son of Dschingis Khan” in 2011. If I only knew then how deep that descent would go…)
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