Brent I

Another high school story… I used to hang out with Brent a lot in high school (and in college). Friends of Clint these days might know him as “Mark’s older brother”, but back then Mark was simply “Brent‘s younger brother”. I’ve never met a pair of siblings I’ve hung out with more in my life.

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Brent trying to be evil

I used to enjoy playing darts — I put dartboards on my door. When I wasn’t throwing knives into my door, or playing guitar, I was throwing darts into my dartboard.

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This is the room it happened in :)

Brent and I invented a game that we called “Speed Darts”. You see, in order to alleviate the boredom of being a highschooler, one must increase risk.

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in retrospect, Brent probably regrets playing

Here’s how you play: You throw a dart (or 2), then the second you are done throwing it, you go and pull the dart out of the dartboard, while the next player throws his dart (or 2).

Then, the 2nd player retrieves his dart(s), while you run back and throw your dart(s).

Basically, you are running up to a dart board and pulling a dart out WHILE darts are being thrown at the same board.

And how exciting and paranoid of a game this was!

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me and Brent in front of the door we threw darts at

I never got darted, but I did eventually dart Brent. Twice.

Though I think one of the two times I darted him may have been in my front yard, and not related to the game.

“Oops, dart in your neck!”


Dreamt me & Carolyn & Brent were shopping at some shopping mall… When the loudspeakers announced that the Department Of Homeland Security said that civilians in this area were going to be in immediate danger. Brent was sleeping on some parking bench, so I went up and woke up him, abbreviating the situation into, “Brent, there’s a terrorist attack right now, get the fuck up!” or something to that effect.

We ran into a nearby business to take cover… But rather than going down into the basement, Carolyn ran upstairs into the very-windowy top level of a restaurant. I ran after her trying to stop her… “More ways to get shot up here!” …

Eventually we went back down and left the restaurant to find someplace that actually had a basement/shelter. But by that time, a helicopter had descended on the shopping plaza. I thought maybe it was DHS and it would give us helpful advice, but it started shooting at everyone. Carnage everywhere. People running in every direction.

At some point we were running away, and I think we went by a grocery store where everyone was in line to use a coupon or something. I think a girl from my high school named Betsy was in the line.

Then we get to this rural area, a bridge or similar structure all covered in kudzu/ivy. The helicopter is still chasing us. I see Carolyn go down. It shoots at me, and I gyrate my body around as if I’ve been shot, then go limp — because they were missing me, and I wanted to fake them out so they’d go to the next target. [Which could have been Carolyn, but what else can I do, they’re already shooting at me.]

The helicopter eventually decides its done with us and flies away. At this point I start yelling/crying about Carolyn being all shot up, but then she gets up and is fine. She faked it too! Yay!

So we’re driving down the road in our car, and this jet starts to come down in front of us to land in the highway. Do I hit the brakes immediately? No! We kind of keep tailing the jet, watching as it fishtails down the road. Seriously…. In real life you would want to give such a situation a wide berth to prevent explosion debris from going backward and hitting you! But I only back off once the jet falls on its side and kinda veers off to the side of the road. Really weird.

So we get out of our car. But the jet ends up transforming into a huge robot. Jetfire/Skyfire from Transformers? Well, it was maybe more like the transforming plane robot in movie The Returner. But anyway, we end up hiding from it, on the side of the road, in a ditch… Shades of hiding from the Nazgul in Lord Of The Rings. But it finds us.

I can’t remember if it turned out to be friendly or not. I think maybe it was friendly and cuddled a bit, but that may have been Carolyn.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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We were in college, but our current ages — Brent was with Kim. He died.

I was hanging out at Happy House, but it was not ground level, was bright, it was daytime, and there was a computer in the main room , which I think is how I found out Brent had a heart attack. He may have been levitating up to the ceiling when that happened, but I wasn’t there so I don’t know how that works.

It was a weird mix of using the Virginia Tech modem pool to access Facebook. His page had been memorialized, but it wasn’t the same as Dirk‘s page in real life. And the page didn’t say he died. It just had a grey-background block of text at the top stating that he was not on this earthly realm or something like that.

Lots of fucking crying. Carolyn eventually came over and I had to break the news to her. Lots of fucking crying. Eventually woke up from the level of sorrow in the dream.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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Today, 10 yrs ago, was an epic party at our house. Well, maybe not epic.. but more memorable than most! This was the party where John The Candien famously puked on our couch. He’s probably really tired of hearing about it, even 10 yrs later. But I wrote this post in 2009 so for me it’s only 7 yrs later. And he doesn’t do stuff like that these days. Anyway, here are some videos from the party 10 yrs ago today. They also show how our house looked before the addition; those rooms were small (not really; just small in comparison).

Here is a 10-minute montage of all our favorite slices of life from the party:

And here are the individual videos from the party:

#1: John’s first drink. Not much going on.

#2: John’s 4th drink.

#3: Various people talking about some fun New Orleans bar they couldn’t find their way back to. Listen for Dig-Dug in the background!

#4: People start noticing the camera. Wayne talks about a lost pack of cigarettes. The nature of the webcam is discussed (it’s record, not broadcasting). Becky suggests that we start playing Strip Poker soon:

#5: People play with our spinning-message-maker light/toy thingee:

#6-#7: Not much happens here, except for mingling. You can still hear Dig-Dug in the background:

#8-#10 are for friends only ;) Check my flickr if you’re a friend :)

#11: Various mingling. Clint explains to Britt that it’s recording, not broadcasting. Aaron starts playing with the camera around 2m50s. At 3m18s, you can see the software recording the party, and AE’s ex-girlfriend Tracy:

#12: At 2m10s, the camera gets shoved down somebody’s pants:

#13: John’s going dooowwwwn! Kipp, don’t encourage him! Things get interesting around 6m20s, when Jesse tells Carolyn, “John’s fucked up”, and Carolyn grabs his bottle, swigs it, then walks away with it. John The Candien looks disconcerted. “Noooo… Not the bottle!” Funny stuff :) But then look at 7m40s — Kipp picks John up and moves him to the couch that he later puked on. He got up, but for all I know he moved back to the couch at 11m30s because he didn’t want to be picked up again. And who picks somebody up anyway? Nice instincts (sarcasm) on everybody except Carolyn’s part:

#14: John is now out, and girls decide to put makeup on him:

#15: Finally, he pukes. But a cup was put in front of the camera, so you can really only see how people react to the whole thing:

#16: We all miss Samhain the cat, who made a brief 1-minute appearance before running away:

#17: Webcam voiceovers. Possibly the funniest on-camera moments:

#18: And then the webcam “optical illusion” of swallowing a huge cam (short):

#19: And another quick-but-funny voiceover:

And that’s how we rolled in 2002!

This anecdote has to be one of the most socially embarrassing things I’ve ever seen happen to someone else.

So there we were, at the very last night Bound would ever be held at Bar Nun in D.C….

2001ish - Bound - flyer - b54c1 - standing brunette (b&w)

Typical flyer back then

It was a fun night. Bar Nun was one of the better venues Bound was ever held at, so a lot of people showed up for the final night at Bar Nun. I specifically remember [hopefully correctly] seeing our college friend Molly for the first time 4 years or so.

We were dressed up and everything… [Everybody was]…

Us at The Last Bound -- 20010727

Sleazy enough? Nice gut hangin' out there. This was before Carolyn became a redhead and then a blonde.

But then, the night ended, and the last song played.

You know how when you’re yelling loudly in a noisy bar, and the music suddenly cuts out, how it’s really embarrassing when everyone hears you yelling in an otherwise-quiet room?

Well this is what happened.

She was really screaming…

B&B - Frog Baseball!!!

Yeah.. Kinda like that...

She was obviously an angry girl…

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This has nothing to do with it, but is a good "angry girl" picture from my flickr.

And what was she screaming about? I don’t know. I think her relationship with this dude. She kept saying, “You’re so STAGNANT. STAGNANT. STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG NANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNT.”

I mean, there was a point when she realized the entire club was basically listening to her because the music stopped… And she just kept on going.

Her very last “STAGNANNNNT” in particular was like 5 seconds long, at least. The longest STAGNANT I’ve ever head. She was fucking insane.

After being emasculated like that, dudeface probably felt like this afterward:

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This guy was probably more embarassed than our cat Beavis (RIP) was.

At it turns out, Carolyn & I, Brent, Chris Hann3rs, Samantha & Sasha, some others, and the guy who got yelled at all walked to some afterhours party once the bar closed at 3AM.

The guy told me more about his relationship, or lack thereof, with the “Stagnant Yeller Girl”.

I forget the details, but I felt bad for him. Bad enough to remember it 10 years later.

It’s still a joke to this day. If a TV show isn’t quite living up to the luster of previous seasons, we might say, “This show is getting STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAG NANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNT.” I have a feeling this memory will never fade.

Postcard - Virginia Tech - The Duck Pond



So, back in college, I lived in 1044 Pritchard Hall, with Brent I (Mark’s brother), from 1992-1993… And with Arlo G and Patrick I from 1993-1994.

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Yes, those are Grateful Dead "Dead Bears" around my door.

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Close-up of Dead Bears.

Now Pritchard Hall is a big dorm. At the time, it was the biggest non-military all-male dorm on the east coast, though it has since had to allow women in. It was big enough that there was actually a courtyard, so that people who lived in the inner loop could get a window. It was called The Pit, and various mischief commenced with it.

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Pretty, pretty big... This is probably 10% of it.

For instance, there was Horn Boy. He would let off his horn…. brooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowp. Never long enough to get caught. I remember the last day of year one, and someone saying into The Pit, “I’m gonna miss you, horn boy.”

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Horn Boy, like the trumpet in this picture, was invisible to onlookers.

Another thing we did was attach my pitch-shifter guitar pedal to Dan C’s P.A., and yell into the pit with pitch-shifted voices. I even heard them telling us once, “Yeah, there’s somebody with a P.A. out there.” Haha.

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Guitar equipment for entertainment purposes? We did it way before Guitar Queero...

So, my second year at 1044 Pritchard (1993-1994), we had a new R.A. The R.A. from the first year was pretty cool. But this guy was a total pussy. I mean total. Like, he had trouble talking loud enough that you could even hear him. And he was a Christian. And he was small. And he did not have the personality of someone who would boss people around.

So at some point, we took my speakers, which were pretty large:

20071019 - moving TV across the room with speakers - 140-4051 - speakers lined up lengthwise

The speaker with the stickers on it was probably the one that was used.

And Mohamad O and I blasted the Scooby Doo theme song into the pit. With our lights off.

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Actual window this happened from

We did this by each holding one of these huge speakers up to the window. BAM. A knock on our door.

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Another pic of 1044 Pritchard, with its 1996-1997 occupants (strangers)

We freak out, since we were the guilty party, and it was also kind of weird that we had our light off, as if we were hiding.

Pussy R.A. (I don’t even remember his name) came to our door. “Now guys. We heard something like the Scooby Doo theme blasting into the pit here. We just wanted to make sure it wasn’t you.” I mean, VERY non-confrontational, non-committal, and still not quite loud enough to really HEAR him. He was laughably wussy, and just the kind of R.A. you want around if you want to do stupid shit.

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Scooby Doo from the Cartoon Hall mural -- one of the few characters in the hall without a hit of acid drawn onto his tongue -- because he didn't have a visible tongue (click through to see all the acid-tongued cartoons)

We laughed our asses off, knowing that he didn’t have the balls to do anything about it. I mean, they couldn’t prove anything at that point anyway. But a real douche of an R.A. could still make things annoying.

Like the one we just called “Prick”. I believe he was a blonde douchebag of an R.A. on the second floor. I still remember Diane and I accidentally setting off the local fire alarm right outside his door, and her dropping her ID at the scene. And still, somehow, we were immune to any punishment.

I got away with a LOT in that dorm room. I also pretended to be an R.A. and pretended to bust other people in another dorm room.

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Shakedown. Breakdown. You're busted.

Good times, good times.

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obligatory "OH!"


Our 10 year marriage / 18 year dating anniversary actually happened 2 days ago, on the 10th. But our wedding reception happened on 2/12/2000 — 10 years ago. It was a pretty big reception, and was followed by an equally big party at our house that night. (There were a few hours in between the events for everyone to change, eat dinner, etc.)

A good hour of video was taken by our friend Tony T! I managed to get it converted to VHS, and later to AVI on the computer, and later to YouTube postings with YouTube’s stupid 10 minute limit requiring me to break it up into 20 parts of various sizes. Here are the videos — most of them peppered with youngest-cousin Todd being extremely annoying. Go past the jump to see the pics & vid! (more…)

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