Tag: Reb

Columbine – Humiliation and Revenge: The Story of Reb and VoDKa (part 3)

Dylan and Eric would talk about how much they despised athletes – the way they carried themselves, their attitude of entitlement. The way they got all the hottest girls. How about that enormous wrestler, six feet four inches of subtlety, who drove a fucking Humvee to school! Who switched to a Viper coupe when he got tired of the Humvee! “Dylan would say, ‘I hate jocks,’ ” says Sarah Slater. ” ‘They’re fucking ignorant,’ ”

pocketsfullofsorrow93:

Last year at Columbine was a bad year for clique strife. The main problem was a few football players – “steroid poster boys,” one student called them – who embarked on a mission to make life miserable for outcasts, especially the stoners. They were always shoving the potheads against the lockers….

Columbine – Humiliation and Revenge: The Story of Reb and VoDKa (part 3)

Columbine: Humiliation and Revenge – The Story of Reb and VoDKa (Part 2)

You could call Dylan a thespian. Beginning with a production of Bye Bye Birdie his freshman year, Dylan ran sound on a number of school shows, including Oklahoma! and Frankenstein this year. Sometimes he worked alongside one of his close friends. “Dylan and [the friend (likely Zach Heckler)] would drink during plays,” says Sarah Slater “They would bring in Aftershock [a potent cinnamon-flavored spirit] while Dylan did sound. They wouldn’t do it every time, and they wouldn’t get drunk. They would go somewhere else and get drunk.”

pocketsfullofsorrow93:

Cliques at Columbine High coexist about as well as cliques do in any American high school: icily. Circulating around the noisy jock center are the preps in their Abercrombie & Finch, cheerleaders giggling near the water fountains, computer geeks, skaters, thespians and debate-teamers. Gangsta…

Columbine: Humiliation and Revenge – The Story of Reb and VoDKa (Part 2)

Columbine: Humiliation and Revenge – The story of Reb and VoDKa [Part 1]

During his years at Columbine, though, Eric spent the majority of his time with a tall, gawky kid with a big beak and a Jay Leno chin named Dylan Klebold. Dylan often seemed sad, at least around people he didn’t know well. He didn’t talk much. On those rare occasions when he did, he addressed the floor. “He had a lot of pain – he told me that,” says his friend Sarah Slater, 16. “I think that’s part of the reason he snapped, or followed somebody like Eric. Knowing Dylan, I don’t think he would ever do something like that without the influence of a kid like Eric. I’ve heard crazy stories about this Eric Harris kid: ‘Stay away from him. He’s no good.’

Dylan tended to get weepy when he drank – at house parties or parties up in Deer Creek Canyon, in the foothills of the Rockies, which preside over Littleton, and upper-middle-class suburb south of Denver, a burb where no development is finished until the word KNOLLS or MEADOWS is written on a sign out front. The tears were about girls. Dylan wanted a girlfriend but didn’t date much. His escort to the senior prom, Robyn Anderson, was a platonic friend. Uma Thurman was Dylan’s dream girl. Dylan was VoDkA, after his cocktail of choice.

pocketsfullofsorrow93:

(In the actual article they write VoDkA but since I’m re-writing all of this, might as well do it right. lol) by Peter Wilkinson with Matt Hendrickson, June 10th, 1999.

Before he threw pipe bombs at them Eric Harris threw McDonald’s french fries at girls, during lunch hour in the parking lot at…

Columbine: Humiliation and Revenge – The story of Reb and VoDKa [Part 1]

Are you and your followers up for a game? :] Reblog this and add the next letter of the alphabet with a word that you associate with Columbine. Let me start with: A for Arlene. Your turn, Eva! :]

thedragonrampant:

*laughs* Not sure how many of them are gonna pick this one up, but hey — let’s try it! 😉

B – BLEVE (the name for the reaction that would’ve occurred in the bombs if they’d detonated)

G -is for- GODLIKE lol

(VoDkA and REB christened themselves this pompous title, automatically elevating their hierarchical status – based on KMFDM lyrical rhetoric in the song “(You’ll be) Godlike”


https://everlasting-contrast.tumblr.com/post/93981442290/audio_player_iframe/everlasting-contrast/tumblr_n9vn88JbTn1sfkxk2?audio_file=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Feverlasting-contrast%2F93981442290%2Ftumblr_n9vn88JbTn1sfkxk2

ericharrisblog:

Eric Harris laughing during the Car Wax Commercial

This is actually Dylan. You can tell by the strong projection and resonant tone.. Eric does laugh in the Carwax vid but his laugh sounds a bit like a chipmunk. lol.

columbinus: Act II, Scene 2: Juvenile Diversion

burnandraveatcloseofday:

After the introductory scene, we follow Eric and Dylan through their Diversion program, derived from the actual Diversion documents.

———————————————————

JUVENILE DIVERSION

(“Session 1: April 14, 1998” projected.)

VOICE (REBEL & PREP): State your name.

DYLAN: Dylan Bennet Klebold

…

VOICE: And tell me again why I am seeing you together today?

DYLAN: I thought my dentist’s appointment was in the morning—

ERIC: But it wasn’t. Dylan messed up the time, so I told him to come to my two-thirty appointment.

True story. LOL. What are friends for?

My favorite Columbinus dialog of all your posts! Much of it taken straight from their mouths and condensed into a perfect progressive snapshot.

columbinus: Act II, Scene 2: Juvenile Diversion

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]