Nostalgia

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

TBC should so make a puppet-thingy with homestar flubbing up 'A Little Help From my Friends', great jorb!

Whoa-haow. Emma predicted this would happen estimatedly six years in advance. What magnificent clairvoyance.

... I can't express how much I miss talking to her.

-- Oh-- speaking of skinny_blonde_girl-- if you wanna see how her artistic prowess has just soared over the years: http://gooseberry007.deviantart.com/

EDIT 2014: http://safelybeds.deviantart.com also.

And http://www.youtube.com/dollsareforwhimps .

... Yeah, she's just the best, y'know?

[Depressio]

s_b_g was a really great member.

Though, I have a soft spot for Member Survivor winners. 

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Okay, so, um-- I've slowly-- EVER SO SLOWLY been rationing out SBCG4AP. I want to play them all in one sitting-- I COULD, even-- but over the past two years, I have played through Baddest of the Bands. I just started playing Dangeresque 3, which I had been DESPERATELY wanting to play since-- before it was even a thing, and wow-- I just wanted to point out that Dangeresque Too is an evil two-timey.

That happens in my Criminal Projective from 2005.

...

RClock's was still better, of cou-- *tries to link it*... RCLOCK'S WEBSITE ISN'T WORKING, IT ISN'T WORKING-- *begins hyperventilating and runs to Bubs' Bookstand to archive his work.*

EDIT: Also,

Batman Begins 2 & 3: Batman Begins Again? Batman Begins Some More? Batman Just Can't Stop Beginning? Please. The idea of Christian Slater wearing that suit for more than a second makes me dry heave.

Heheheheheh... ... ehehehehehhhhh.

EDIT 2:

Bottom line: You are actually more likely to see Sonic the Hedgehog in the next Super Smash Bros. than Strong Bad. End of story.

OH, SNAP. OH-HO, say wwwhhaaaAAAA?!--

[Ratheronfire]

The prophetic words of R_Clock.

[HUGE 2 tha DORK]

Yes, RClock was great. Loved his stuff in Bubs' Bookstand for sure. I also thought ChocolateMetal was good as well.

And skinny_blonde_girl... I miss her too. I was actually a little sad when she announced her retirement from the forum because our forum lost such a great artist. (though she did come back and visit once, if I recall)

Whoa-haow. Emma predicted this would happen estimatedly six years in advance. What magnificent clairvoyance.

Actually TBC had Homestar sing "With a Little Help From My Friends" back in September 2004. (I loved looking in that song parodies thread back in the day, by the way - so many awexome parodies!)

http://www.hrwiki.org/wiki/TMBG_Concert_-_25_Sep_2004#With_a_Little_Help_From_My_Friends

Sorry Tron, that's just my shtick. And this is Bonkava's shtick:



Oh, wait. That's his stick. Never mind.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Hey. Hey Potthole. Psst.

...

POTTHOLE.

Potthole: And since we've finished so fast, we're going ahead of schedule and planning the April Fools mod prank.

HSRT: Ooh! Can I see?

Potthole: Sure. *holds up a sheet of note paper, and HSRT looks at it, it appears to be a bunch of scribbly childish pictures and messy handwriting not following the lines applied on the note paper*

HSRT: ... you're planning on pretending that you're Osama Binladen, and you're gonna turn this place into a terrorist community?

Potthole: Heh heh, yeaaaaah...

HSRT: That's... really... REALLY... wrong...

Potthole: Oh, don't worry. You can pretend you're a terrorist, too!

HSRT: Weeee! Thanks, Santa! My Christmas wishes ARE coming true! *prances off*

We gotta do this next April. TELL. NO ONE.

... that is all.

[potthole]

Hello, seven years ago!

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

That was wonderful, Skye!  You just seem to have a talented touch!  Keep this one going!  ^_^  I'll mail you some snow, someday.

Ten years and five days later-ish, and I still haven't seen any snow ever, and could certainly, soi-tent-ly like to take up anybody on this offer.

... NEXT TIME ON SECRET SANTA, ANYBODY?!!

[Mr. Teatime]

December 25th, 2014:

"Why did somebody mail me a bucket of dirty water?"

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

You better believe I want that like nobody's business.

Also, in nostalgia news, RClock's finest H*R-related achievement, in my opinion, is From the Closet of my Imagination. And it continues to grow even wiser with age. I really hope RClock's married, wherever he may be. He was a good'n.

The name of his daughter in the story also connected to what I think is RClock's overall most important piece ever called Paper Hearts and the Meaning of Life. Which I will post right after the break, because I don't think anyone here (besides ChocolateMetal and myself, of course) ever took the time to read it.

The other day I was walking downtown in the bitter cold, my jacket wrapped tightly around me. Thanks to the efforts of the road workers, the sidewalks were completely buried, forcing me to walk along the outside edge of the road, stumbling wearily along the inch-high drifts. My hood, hat and collar worked to cover as much of my face as it could, but I could still feel the stinging wind freezing the water around my eyes. I tend to go on autopilot in times like this, letting my feet work automatically as my mind wanders to anywhere it chooses.

I was stirred back to reality when I saw a flash of magenta out of the corner of my eye. Against the maddening uniform white, it was impossible to miss. Stopping, I bent over and picked up the small object clinging tenaciously to a snowdrift. It was a small paper heart, about the size of the palm of my hand. It was very thin paper; barely thicker than a post-it note. Turning it over, I saw that the heart was adorned with a simple inscription in black ink:

JANET

Despite the cold and the wind, I just stood there for a moment, staring at the delicate item in my hand. I don't know exactly how long I stared at it, nor did I notice if anybody saw me. It wouldn't really matter if I did; the world at large considers me a shiftless daydreamer, so I wasn't making a bad impression on myself or anything. I half-considered stuffing the heart in my pocket, but for whatever reason I set it back in the snow and continued on my way. Perhaps I didn't feel it was mine to have.

It should have ended there, but for the rest of the day my thoughts kept creeping back to that little paper heart. Why did what was, for all purposes, a piece of garbage, make such an impression on me? Maybe it was because so much was revealed simply through the existence of that heart. And so much more was laid open to question.

Who was Janet? Did she make the heart? Did somebody make it for her? If so, what relation were they to her, and why was it made? Did Janet ever get the heart? Did it mean anything to her? Was it lost? Discarded? Abandoned? I'll likely never know. And yet, there is so much I do know.

It's obvious that whoever made that heart took some time to make it. Tracing it, cutting it out of paper, and writing the name on it took some effort, however minor. That heart didn't just come to be from random natural progresses. As well, that heart was designed with specific purposes in mind. In general, people do not create hearts inscribed with girl's names on them for no reason. That heart had some sort of specific intention behind its creation, and there was conscious effort towards its completion. I may not know what these intentions are, but I do know that they do exist.

And that was finally when it hit me. It's just like life, isn't it?

Just like people walking past that little heart sitting in the snow, we go through life without seeing who was responsible for our creation. And sometimes it's not always readily apparent as to what our purpose is for being here. But that doesn't mean that somebody wasn't responsible for our creation. And it doesn't mean that we don't have a purpose for being here. All of the trivial little questions we can come up with about what and why can't change the truth. If I can get so much information from such a little paper heart, imagine the information we can find in the rest of this incredible universe, from the intricate strands of a DNA molecule to the incredible mass and energy of the largest stars. All of this just didn't come out of nowhere, and it's not just hanging around for no reason. Somebody made all this. And Somebody put it there for a reason.

So, here's my main point; even though I never saw who made that paper heart, I know that somebody had created it. And even though I was never told why it was made, I knew that it was deliberately designed with some purpose in mind.

And the same could easily be said of you and I.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Holy Crapola!

I was listening/watching Pom Mails whilst burning a holiday CD for my grandmother(Aren't I sweet?), and for some reason, my stupid burner BURNED THE VOICES AND SOUND FX OF POM MAILS TO MY CD!!!

I had no clue that this happened, so I was just driving along, listening to Christmas music, when all of a sudden I hear HSRT and Pom Pom! I was all, "What in the world!"

I'm still not sure why it happened, but it was pretty hilarious! Yay for Pom Mails!

I think this is still one of the most bizarre tech problems anyone's talked about here on the boards. SWF audio does NOT work like that. Something truly unspeakably aberrant must've occurred.

[HomeStarRunnerTron]

Another RClock classic. I was going through Baleeted and found this from June 1st, 2004.

For a while, I believed that Blue Laser was Jewish. Two main reasons:

1) He explicitely uses at least one instance of Yiddish slang (i.e. he says that the secret base is in "Nana's backyard", "Nana" being Yiddish for "Grandma")

2) Cartoons in the 1980s were notoriously hostile towards Judeo-Christian religions (especially on the Ted Turner-owned CNN), and thus making the villain Jewish would be a predictable step.

Alas, somebody pointed out a major hole in my theory; Blue Laser berates his flunkies for eating the last of the bratwurst, which isn't kosher.

So, is Blue Laser Jewish or not?

... I'm guessing it was baleeted immediately.

[homstar]

It has recently come to my attention that people change.

Scratch that.

It has recently come to my attention that people change over time, especially through their transition to "adulthood" from "childhood".

Actually, scratch that too.

It has recently come to my attention that not only do people change over time, especially through their transition to "adulthood" from "childhood", the internet is a great tool for logging this transformation.

In an utterly hilarious and embarrassing manner.

This site has been around a while and the same can be said for the people left on this small slice of the internet. So let us skip down memory lane and laugh at our social awkwardness, bad spelling, poor grammer, and ideals that we hope never see the light of day. Hey, it was your foolishness and youth that made you post it on the internet, a place with the attention span of a squirrel but the memory of an elephant.

Here I am - the eve of our 20th anniversary on this forum. I am now 30 years old, married, and last week, I became a father to my first child.

This thread is becoming full circle as I look back on nostalgia on a major slice of my life that was brief yet so important.

I think I will continue my thought on an anniversary thread. But yes, I am a guilty victim of nostalgia, and man, this forum holds many memories to me.

[Gir]

Wow, it actually came back.