In the car wax commercial video when the computer is thrown, Why does Dylan scream Like he’s in pain? (assuming it’s Dylan)

He’s screams yells aaahhh…GaaawAWD!! in guttural annoyed frustration that he missed actually hitting the bike.  I would imagine that a perfectionist like Dylan didn’t like massively missing the target in front of everyone watching especially after he spent a few calculated seconds on the roof top lining up the monitor to the bike down below. Dylan tends to be vocal when he’s frustrated. Endearing sounds and laughs emit from him as he kept screwing up the Hitmen for Hire intimidation sequence all of three times.  The quiet guy that spurts quirky sounds and big noises is sort of the central thing about his personality and it’s very different from Eric.

columbinedays:

“Dylan does not utter an angry word or speak of hatred or vengeance. There is none of the braggadocio of the previous tapes. He does not cry, either; his affect is flat, resigned. Whatever else he intends to do, he is going to the school to end his own life. He looks away from the camera, as if speaking to only himself. Then he says softly, ‘Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much….’”

— Sue Klebold on the last Basement Tape, A Mother’s Reckoning  (via dooms-day-dream)

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Do you think if dylan and eric knew that the cops would take 3 hours to get in they would’ve killed more people or did they even care at that point after almost an hour?

Nah, they were pretty much done with killing people after they’d left the library. They never really intended to be killing up close and very personal. It was a lot of work, emotionally intense, and messy.  Plus, they only had so much ammo and bombs with them and that had begun to run low.  The reason they went downstairs after they’d finished in the library was to work like hell to try and get the bombs to go off.  They didn’t plan to spend a whole other 3 hrs walking aimlessly about indefinitely killing time trying to kill more people. It was too much work. They were emotionally spent after they’d had their fill of it in the library…after they knew exactly what it was really like to kill people at such close range.  It was nowhere near as fun as it appeared to be for Mickey and Mallory in Natural Born Killers much as they liked to pretend that it was laugh riot at the time. You have no idea what their individual reactionary thought bubbles were like as they were collectively chuckling and whooping it up. After the build up – the anticipation, the power-trip thrill, the loaded and primed excitement, mixed with trepidation, of having people in the palm of their hands as they’d walked into the library, they trudged out the library doors like bottoming out on the most intense roller coaster ride of their entire life. Thereafter, they were running on fumes walking around aimlessly shooting at objects.  The fantasy had come to a screeching halt. All big bombs had failed. It was a massive fizzle. Crash and burn.

Were they lighting matches and then lighting the bombs or striking the fuses right on their wrist?

They were using their Zippo lighters (kept in a convenient, easy-to-access pocket) to light the fuses on the pipe bombs

and..

They used their wrist bracelet match strikers for their little c02 ‘cricket’ bombs. Anything that had matches attached to it like these would be swiped against the striker material on their wrists and instantly ignited.   

Make sense?