Tag: Eric Harris

Dylan’s hands ?? 😉

This post is off the beaten path but I suppose it’s a bit of an addendum to my BlackJack Jason Secor posts.

These Blackjack training videos look to have been made circa early to mid ‘90s. They give an amusingly good idea as to what the job was like for D & E. Imagine them in those dorky Where’s Waldo-ish striped ‘uniforms’ and it will bring you much LOLz.

The old push button phone annoyingly ringing off the hook all day long. Dylan, defiantly wearing his trench over the dork uniform with combat boots tucked half in/out of his pants, quietly but efficiently tossing pizza pie dough to endless Rammstein while dressed-to-code Reb is snarking away at the stupid flippin’ customers, slamming the phone off the hook. Suddenly, a Great Clips chick walks in and Eric transforms into an attentive cooperative worker. Folding cardboard boxes, washing the floors, assembling dry ice bombs, oh, and, yes, planning snippets of NBK – all in a days work! Yeah, you can just kind of see it all, huh..

The Blackjack Pizza that Eric and Dylan worked at was located at 6657 W Ottawa Ave but has been closed down since the tragedy.

In 7:07 of the Driver Part A video, you can see a label for their actual store’s address.

Hmm..could those be Dylan’s hands perhaps? j/k. 😉 These vids were probably made years before E & D started working at BJ. However, some of these interior shots used in the videos could be of the actual location.

Blackjack Pizza Driver Part A

Blackjack Pizza Driver Part B

Blackjack Pizza Driver Part C


Part 2 – Blackjack Pizza – Jason Secor Q/A from the Shock Beyond Belief Forum(now defunct).


Part 1 [x]

UPDATE Part 3 [x]


Jason Secor (Manager of Blackjack pizza) calling JeffCo on 4/20/1999

Dispatch communicating with an officer about searching Blackjack Pizza on 4/20/99

Chris Lau (former owner of Blackjack Pizza) calling JeffCo on 4/20/1999

Credit goes to: mydarkcorner11 for the above audio links!

Y’all should be happy campers that both D and E are getting equal attention in a post here (which.. I actually do upon occasion.. when the mood strikes me.) However, I think it’s pretty much a given that this blog shall remain dedicated. Basically, “All Dylan. All the Time” 😉 And besides, there are plenty of EH blogs that do a fine job of it.

I have been meaning to complete all Parts to this Blackjack post for quite some time. This invaluable Q/A session with Jason Secor is a companion piece to this post [x] Enjoy!

sweet-killers:

Stuff written on Dylan Klebold notebook.

”Tiny Socks/rap videos/us taking cafeteria shits(?)/ you know what I hate/Films of people fuck ups/Deathmatcher segment/make your car seem better”.

I’ve always thought of this as Dylan (and Eric’s) brainstorming list for video production ideas..

Tiny jocks
(making fun of) Rap Videos
Us playing Biff (no rules dodge ball)
Us taking cafeteria shots (like how Veik filmed them in the Commons)
“You know what I hate’ stuff being filmed
Films of people’s fuck ups (i.e. stupid n00bs that can’t even log into a computer properly)
Deathmatch segments (filming E & D having Doom deathmatches)
and the last option, the one they chose to film….
Make yer car seem better! (The Car Wax commercial)

gee, and here I thought everlasting-contrast didn’t particularly like eric. guess you learn something new everyday :) she’s seems alot like eric though.

thedragonrampant:

Miss Everlasting has more of a Dylan-centric thing going on, sure, but she knows her stuff on Eric very thoroughly and reminded me of something in personal conversations that I’ve been able to use in the Reb-piece.  I’ve been able to have very lovely conversations with her about everything Columbine. =) And as far as I’m concerned, she deserves a freakin’ medal for listening to me ramble on and on about Eric in IM/e-mails. She doesn’t feel very Eric-y to me, though, haha.

(Whether or not she likes Eric is really not a question I can answer, though. You’d have to be at her blog for that sort of question!)

Hmm.. must be our Scorpio Rising. 😉

what do you think dylan and eric would feel about their admirers? deep inside i think eric would have appreciate it but i somehow feel that dylan would be uncomfortable. and sorry if you have been ask this question before.

thedragonrampant:

Oh, don’t be sorry. If I’ve gotten a question before, I’ll link you to the answer and maybe add something to it.. It’s no big deal, really. =) But I didn’t get this one before!

I originally wanted to give a regular response to this, but my imagination ran away with me for a second over here so I hope you appreciate this.. 😉 (And, yeah, I did mellow them out a bit because I think they’d hug just about everyone over here once they’d recovered from the shock..)

Eric: V! Come check this out, dude.

Dylan: What is it now.. *sighs*

Eric: We have followers! Admirers! Dude, they’re fucking everywhere! Look at them. *big proud smile* And they’re quoting us, and everything!

Dylan: *reads a few things, goes a little pale* Dude, they have my journal. They weren’t meant to get that. Why do they have this? I didn’t write this for an audience..

Eric: *rolls eyes* Get over it, come on, they’re loving the whole thing.. Gotta say, I get the guy who wrote that I was the psycho of the two of us a lot better now. Love, dude, really? That’s it? I’m sitting here talking about the world’s demise and you’re writing love letters..? *shakes head*

Dylan: *mumbles something*

Eric: Dude, that’s fucking genius though. Divide and conquer and all that. They’ve got me for the explosions and you for the hugs, right?

Dylan: *reads on silently, trying to change the subject* Uhm, dude. There’s a drawing. Of us.

Eric: *turns back to screen excitedly yakking on about how he knows the drawing will be godlike, then blanches at the sight* Is that.. you and me.. *squints* Are we kissing?

Dylan: *nods silently*

Eric: Fuck this shit.. No offense, dude, but.. ew. Ewww. What the fuck. What the fuck is this..

Dylan: They have stories, too. This one’s nice, about us going shopping and stuff? Oh, wait, how about this one..?

Both: *read on silently, Eric still grumbling, then get mirrored looks of disbelief on their faces*

Eric: *stops reading, looks at Dylan* Is that even anatomically possible?

Dylan: *still reading* What are they doing with that gun over there.. oh. OH! *grabs nearest chair, sinks down into it* I’ve seen it all, dude. I’ve seen it all. What..

Eric: When I said we were gonna have followers because we’re so fucking godlike, I didn’t quite mean.. *gestures at screen with one hand*

Dylan: They seem nice, though, dude. Apart from all the crazy stuff they have going on about us, that is. They get us. They know what we were talking about and they are keeping us alive, right..?

Eric: Yeah, yeah, yeah.. *turns back, squints at user icons* They’re all so fucking pretty, too, look at them! Dude, we hit the fucking jackpot. We’re dead and we have more game than the live dudes do. *laughs* Why couldn’t we have met them earlier, huh?

Dylan: So, uhm, let’s just take the crazy stuff in stride then.. go see them when they’ve lived out long and good lives, give them a hug or something and say “thanks for quoting so much from my very private journal”?

Eric: You’re expecting me to go to a ninety-year-old woman and go “hey, remember me? I’m the dead dude you really liked back when you were fifteen? Want a hug?”..

Dylan: .. yeah? Dude, why not. Least we can do, right? They’re all we’ve got right now. And by the looks of it, they get quite a lot of shit for liking us that much too. Might not be the admirers you thought about having, but they’re pretty good people..

Eric: Could be worse, yeah. So, hugs for everyone.. They’re gonna be so disappointed, dude. They’ll think I’ll have gone soft in my old age or something. I should be up in their faces cussing them out for spending time on us at all.

Dylan: Dude, you’re forever eighteen.. what old age was that again.. *trails off, shakes head* Let them spend some hours with us.. No harm in it when they don’t forget to live at the same time. We’ve hit a very scary but also very nice jackpot over here.

Eric: We have people remembering us, dude. That’s gold. *happy smile*

Reblogging this lil’ ‘channeling’ session for the LOLz.

[i]Classic.[/i]

Dylan/Green and Charles Manson – Part 3

Apart from his paper on Manson, Dylan’s behavior suggest that he was deliberately following in the footsteps of Manson and his family.  Besides Eric and Dylan’s well-known nicknames (VoDka and REB), the boys had other nicknames they apparently only used between themselves.  Dylan was “Green” and Eric was “Indigo.”  In the 1970s, Manson created the Order of the Rainbow and assigned his core followers nicknames: Squeaky Fromme was Red, Sandra Good was Blue, Susan Atkins was Violet, Leslie Van Houten was Green, Patricia Krenwinkle was Yellow, and Nancy Pitman was Gold.  It appears that Eric and Dylan copied the Order of the Rainbow.

Various forms of the word “pig” were favorite terms of Manson and his family.  At one murder site, the followers wrote “Political Piggy.”  At another, they wrote the word “Pig.”  At the third, “Death to Pigs.”   Each time the words were written in the victim’s blood.  On the same page of Eric’s yearbook where Dylan addressed Eric as Indigo and signed himself as Green, he wrote about looking forward to killing “pigs” and a “piglet.”  Dylan also used the word “piggies” in a short story about the mass murder of students he wrote foTr school several weeks before the attack. The most obvious imitation of Manson’s followers occurred when Dylan spray-painted “Death to Pigs” on a pawnshop.

Finally, Manson and his followers referred repeatedly to a coming “judgment day,” which apparently was going to be a day of mass murder.  On the morning of April 20, 1999, Eric filmed Dylan saying, “Hey Mom, I gotta go.  It’s about a half hour till judgment day.”

Perhaps once again Dylan was following in the footsteps of Manson and his family. 

Dylan not only surrendered his identity to the influence of Eric Harris to become a pseudopsychopath, but was also shaped by what he read about Manson.  Dylan’s comments in his journal about death can be seen in a new light when read alongside his paper on Manson.  In addition, his use of terminology adopted from Manson’s family suggests he used them as models.

Why Kids Kill – Chapter 3: A God of Sadness – Peter Langman P.H.d.

Part 2

Part 1

Thanks to Rebdomine for pointing this out:
indigo and green is a DOOM reference not freaking Manson!
It makes all the more sense for the double meaning.

[Dylan] and Eric worked together at the pizza parlor. A couple weeks before Columbine, Eric’s beloved dog was sick, and it looked like he wasn’t going to make it, and so Dylan worked Eric’s shift as well as his own so that Eric could have the time with his dog.

– Sue Klebold (via r–e–b)

Dylan (the Hippie) and Charles Manson – Part 2

According to Dylan, Manson preached that “death was not bad, just another high.” In reading the book Helter Skelter (it was listed in the bibliography), Dylan would have seen other Manson comments about death. Manson told his followers that “death is only an illusion,” saying that it was a releasing of the soul. Manson also said that “Death is beautiful.” These passages could explain Dylan’s references to dying and achieving happiness.

What was the connection among death, happiness, and love? Perhaps the most intriguing line in Dylan’s report occurs in the context of describing Manson’s life with his so-called family: “We played a lot music, we did a lot of drugs, we loved, we were happy" replies Manson when later asked about life at the ranch. “The family did these things, and more. They lost their humanity at the ranch.”

That last sentence sometimes has been seen as Dylan’s recognition that what Manson and his followers did was “inhuman.” there is another possible interpretation, however, based on Dylan’s frequent use of the word “humanity” in his journal.

Dylan wrote about his humanity as an impediment. His humanity blocked him from calling a girl he liked. His humanity had a foot fetish. His human side was associated with the “zombies” he looked down on – all the normal people living their normal lives. Thus, “humanity” had a particular meaning for Dylan. In addition, he did not write that Manson’s followers lost their humanity by committing murder. Rather, they lost their humanity in the midst of happiness and love. Dylan seems to be saying that Manson and his family lost their human ity by transcending to a higher realm of existence, a realm of pure love and happiness. Perhaps this is why he wrote: “I’m stuck in humanity: Maybe going ‘NBK’ …with Eric is the way to break free.” In Dylan’s mind, murder, death, freedom from humanity, love, and happiness were entwined. It seems his thinking was influenced by Manson’s ideas of the beauty of death.

Why Kids Kill – Chapter 3 A God of Sadness – Peter Langman P.H.d.

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Excerpts from Dylan’s Journal: 

"Society is tightening it’s grip on me, and soon I and (redacted) will snap.  We will have our revenge on society and then be free to exist in a timeless, spaceless place of pure happiness.  The purpose of life is to be happy and be with your love who is equally happy. Not much more to say. Goodbye.”

“What fun is life without a little death?” – V

“The humanity of here and now clouds all that I see, yet the me, the one, can now control the pain, and it is done.”

“The zombies will never cause us pain anymore, the humanity was a test.  I love you love. Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”

In writing about people joining the Manon’s family, Dylan said (in his essay “The Mind and Motives of Charles Manson”) that it was “a way to stray from the norm and live opposite of what one was raised to learn.” This was exactly what Dylan did in following Eric.

In fact, Mrs. Klebold stated that Dylan did not commit murder because of how he was raised but in contradiction to how he was raised.
(David Brooks interview 2004)

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Dylan and Charles Manson – Part 1

On November 3, 1998, Dylan handed in a research paper called “The Mind and Motives of Charles Manson.“ Why did Dylan write about Manson? If he wanted a gruesome topic, he could have chosen many other serial killers and mass murderers. Manson, however, was different; he transformed other people into killers. In his paper, Dylan wrote about how Manson found people from “normal” backgrounds and taught them to become cold-blooded killers. Did he see a connection between Manson’s tranformed “family” and the process of transformation that he went through as a result of his friendship with Eric? Was he aware of the parallels? Did he see that Eric was playing Manson’s role in changing shy Dylan Klebold into a cold-blooded killer?

Although his paper sometimes has been seen as a straightforward account of Manson and his followers, there are several revealing and suggestive passages. Dylan began the paper by writing about the two killers in the film Natural Born Killers. He stated that the killers “got lost in their own little world.” This could be applied to two other killers: Eric and Dylan, who named their attack “NBK” after the initials of the movie. Did Dylan have a sense that he was getting lost in a fantasy world?

Dylan wrote that Manson trained his followers “to try to be exactly like him,” commenting that they “started to live Manson’s reality.” He quoted a former follower who said that Manson “can get people to do things for him, without them questioning his motives.” Robyn, one of Dylan’s closest friends, said that Eric was able to convince Dylan to do things. In addition, Dylan appears to have adopted Eric’s reality and followed him without questioning his motives.

Dylan acknowledged that Manson was labeled “insane.” According to Dylan, however, “The question of whether or not he is insane is a question of opinion; which cannot have a “true” right answer.” Dylan was defending Manson, and possibly himself, by claiming that insanity is a matter of opinion. Similiarly, Dylan wrote that Manson and his family can still “logically explain his actions.” Dylan was already planning NBK with Eric, apparently wanted to believe that murdering innocent people could be explained logically.

Why Kids Kill, Chapter 3: A God of Sadness – Peter Langman PH.D.

ericharrisblog:

Their senior year, Eric and Dylan went for some pretty cerebral subjects: psychology, creative writing.

One theme dominated Eric’s homework assignments. Guns.

As part of Eric’s government and economics class, students marketed a product and made a video of it.

“His product was the Trench Coat Mafia Protection Service,” classmate Matt Cornwell said.

“Dylan was not in the class, but he was in the video. If you paid $5 they would beat someone up for you. If you paid them $10, they would shoot somebody for you.”

Eric’s video stood out, Matt said.

“There were some pretty crazy products. Some people did Hit Man For Hire. Most of them were funny. This wasn’t funny at all. After it was over, everybody was like, ‘Whoa, that was weird."’

Matt and Dylan were in composition class, but they only talked once.

"That’s because he wore this Soviet pin on his boot,” Matt said. “One of the last days I was like, ‘Why do you wear that pin on your boot?’ And he was like, ‘Just to get a reaction out of people."’

Brooks Brown found himself in two classes with Eric in their last semester.

The two hadn’t talked in more than a year. They decided to patch things up, mostly for Dylan’s sake. That way, Eric could go along if Brooks invited Dylan for a smoke. Dylan wouldn’t feel torn between his two friends.

Brooks shook his family up one night when he announced at the dinner table that he and Eric were friends again. Judy Brown looked at her son in disbelief.

"He said, ‘He’s changed,"’ she recalled. "I said, ‘Stay away from him. It’s a trick."’

Brooks didn’t believe her. In their creative writing class, he even volunteered to read Eric’s essay describing a childhood memory.

Eric wrote about playing war with his brother Kevin, two little boys using the forest as their battlefield and pine cones as their grenades.

"It was real good,” classmate Domonic Duran said.

Students were asked to describe themselves as an inanimate object. Eric chose a shotgun and a shell.

Brooks doubts Eric took the assignment seriously. Although some students in the class adored the teacher, Judy Kelly, they said Eric clearly felt superior to her.

Dylan also chose violent themes, and once wrote about a killing.

Kelly was concerned enough about Eric and Dylan’s papers to talk to their parents at parent-teacher conferences in March.

Wayne Harris had justified his son’s fascination with weapons by saying he had been in the military and Eric hoped to join the Marines.

But then there was the dream.

To psychology teacher Tom Johnson, Eric’s dream wasn’t much weirder than a lot of others that landed on his desk.

It was February. Eric and Dylan were in the class together fifth period, after lunch. They would show up early, sit side-by-side and talk openly with other kids in the small, friendly class.

Dream analysis was optional. Students would type up a recent dream and hand it in. No names, no grades.

But the class figured out which one was Eric’s because it had so many references to “me and Dylan.”

“It occurred in a mall and the boys were being put upon by someone, and they retaliated,” Johnson said.

Guns were involved, and the dream was somewhat violent. But at the time it seemed fairly normal in the surrealistic dream world.

“Whenever there are guns involved, there’s anger. But it didn’t strike me as being particularly obsessive or compulsive,” Johnson said. “You do 100 dreams a day and many of them are in the same ilk.”

Johnson had taught Eric freshman government and economics. To him, Eric wasn’t much different his senior year, just more gothic, shorter hair and darker clothes. Eric was still motivated and worried about grades. He had a 99 percent.

Dylan, well, he’d missed a test and hadn’t made it up. Johnson couldn’t remember Dylan’s exact grade average, but knew it was lacking.

ericharrisblog:

Eric and Dylan’s first class during spring semester was bowling.

At 6:15 a.m.

“It’s just to have fun,” classmate Jeni LaPlante said.

It was the only class she had with her closest friends: Sara Arbogast, Kim Carlin and Cindy Shinnick. Dylan and Eric bowled on a team with Nate Dykeman and Chris Morris.

One reason Kim and Sara liked the class is they could catch up with Eric. They hadn’t seen him much after quitting Blackjack in the fall.

“Eric bowled like an idiot,” Kim recalled, giggling.

“He’d throw it,” Sara said. “A lot of people laughed because it worked and he would get strikes and stuff.”

Sometimes Eric and Dylan shouted “Sieg Heil!” when they made strikes.

But something else stands out for the bowling partners: Dylan’s explosive temper.

Dylan would get so mad when he didn’t get strikes, Jeni said. One time he hit the bowling return machine really hard.

In fact, a tendency to flash quick anger was a trait Eric and Dylan shared.

“Eric had a short fuse,” said friend Joe Stair. “You could just tell he got mad easier than most people.”

But the way Joe saw it, Eric’s anger was a reflection of Eric’s passion.

“He got angry. But with other things he was really happy,” Joe said. “He was a very passionate person.”