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[19 Feb 2008|12:16am] |
boris hasn't updated his lj in a while. what a shame, what a shame. not much has changed in his life except...
1.) his mommy just got promoted to supervisor at her job (more $ to buy more pig food with. hooray!)
and...
2.) his mommy and daddy are going to be moving into a new house soon... that. they. will. own! :D
exciting stuff, more updates on that later :)
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| \\|purrrple whissspers of rain and the moon|// |
[03 Oct 2007|02:45pm] |
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+tj just started reading the preacher series a few days ago. he's about halfway through the first volume and already, its witty incandescence is sucking him in
+i cancelled my shift at work today so i could do math homework and study for my math test tomorrow
+our very good-natured little black-and-white kitten, aphrael (named after a fictional female child-goddess), turned out to be a boy
+i've been listening to a lot of david bowie lately ("and when i get excited, my little china girl, she says...'oh baby, just you shut your mouth.'")
+the fall weather has made me feel more attractive/sexier; thus i've been wearing more revealing/tighter clothes. tj's been buying me interesting lingerie from x-mart, too :)
+we met a bunch of cool new people the other day at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) chasingari's surprise party; i've been saying for a while that i want to meet new people outside of my little "ex-nemo" group, and there, it happened :)
+we need to air out the house by opening all the windows and the front door; we need to sweep the floors, vacuum the carpets and shake the rugs, wash the dishes, give buddy a bath, bring the trashcan in from the road; i need to clean my car out and wash it, get my dad to pressure-wash the side of the trailer, teach little aphrael not to stand on the keyboard or chase the mouse (harhar) and draw up invitations to my halloween party.
this has been my random stream-of-consciousness update. hope you've enjoyed.
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| 0pp0sable thumbs d0wn |
[23 Feb 2007|02:39am] |
'ello, this is me updating so this blog doesn't get eaten by frank the goat.
random stream of consciousness update:
=i've been playing katamari on ps2 more than any other game lately.
@my friend gaylin is going to raise baby sea-horses, she's already got the salt water tank.
!boris doesn't like to eat carrots anymore, unless they're steamed.
_fred and sam are on bad terms right now :(
+angel is in town, i haven't hung out with her enough so we're going flashbacking next week.
()i re-read american gods, it's definitely better the second time around because you're privy to the foreshadowing.
%i got to see busdriver and rasputina in concert, both of which came to common grounds (FUCK YEAH!).
^i also got to see estradasphere in jacksonville.
*redboy's getting individual business cards emblazoned with bits of my art.. in color :)
#i actually tried real sushi for the first time in my life, and i friggin' loved it!
::we've almost gotten a new pet 300 times now, but we keep having second thoughts at the last minute-- not a good habit when you're thinking about incorporating a *permanent* family member.
that's all for now, enjoy your single-serving package of cop porn and don't forget to tip your matrix
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| [\]ocean lapse[/] |
[04 Jan 2007|09:40am] |
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random delirious poetry
::there's a certain place for things like that
a suitcase for your memoirs, if you will
your faded dungaree regrets, stained v-neck hopes,
not to mention your acid-washed, cut-off pair of worn-out contentments
that last thing has become dated, out of style
you're almost embarrassed that you still own them
but admit to yourself that these well-loved emotions
should never be discarded into the proper street-side receptacle
either pack your suitcase and be gone
or bring them into any well-loved
emotional consignment store
and get your feelings officially priced ::
....and now to take a shower, do my 'brows and make some breakfast!
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| all alone with my thoughts and mumpy's snores |
[29 Dec 2006|10:24pm] |
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so tj left yesterday evening for redboy bandcamp (i. e., meredith's parent's lakehouse in melrose), and won't be back until new year's eve..... he and i are so rarely apart that it's kind of a shock to be without him for 3 days straight. after he left, i pressed myself into a whirlwind of house-cleaning, partly to keep from missing him so much and mostly because the house sorely needed it. i started at the north side of the house, skipping the nearly bare bandroom--tj had to take the plethora of amps and drums usually occupying 90% of the floor space with him--and starting with the bathroom.... here's where i proceed to list painstakingly all the things i did as i cleaned until 5:40am, just because i'm bored and it's entirely trivial information to everyone else, but it's important to me dammit!
( cleanliness catalog )
i'm over at mumpy's keeping her company because she's laid up with 2 bruised ribs and a knee injury that required 28 stitches! this happened last night when she had very nasty fall at the end of her driveway-- she was rushing to the car, with 2 guitar cases in tow, and tripped on the dip where the road's edge meets the sand of the driveway. she actually didn't even know she was hurt that bad until way later, after she had come home from the party she was rushing to in the first place.... not to mention, she stitched it up herself (with proper numbing medication, of course!) now, that's one tough cookie!
anyhoo, right now she's fallen asleep while we were watching one of her favorite cheesey tv dramas, and i decided to take advantage of the solitude to write a little in this lonely little journal.
i think i'm going to take my leave in a minute and go home to a little piggy who's probably even lonelier than i am right now......
anyway, happy new year everyone! if you don't have other plans, come to mine and angel's new year's eve party at her mom's house this sunday, you can check out feline_dreams's most recent post for details....
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| squeegula the squeamish squid |
[27 Oct 2006|05:45pm] |
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i haven't posted in this journal since march. holy naked jesus, batman! put some clothes on & come down from that tree in the shape of a t!
anyway, i'm sure no one noticed. you didn't notice, did you? this journal was originally constructed to be tj's journal, in order for him to enjoy the depths of livejournal like i do.... but upon that idea being suggested to him and AFTER i'd created the journal, he divested his true opinion of lj, which would be too obscene to print but basically began with "i think (lj) is a stupid way to produce even more un-needed drama in this world...."
so that having been said, this journal has been completely neglected by me, the only person who cares about it being fed, walked or played with. tj should be aware of the cruelty he's inflicting on an innocent lj, which wants nothing more than someone to stimulate it every now and again. is that too much to ask??!
::sigh:: so with that silly rant out of the way, i'm going to babble a little about my latest art project assignment in my 2-dimensional art class at santa fe: we're to construct a hand-made art book, which has to have a theme and be sequential in nature. there's a variety of different methods for book-binding (japanese stab-binding, star-shaped books, box-books, etc.) i went for the accordian-style book which is made with one long sheet of paper folded similarly to an accordian. the book has images on both sides so it can be flipped over and read a different way. my medium will be collage, and my theme will involve nature becoming overtaken by technology, and then on the flipside, nature will take back over. i'm in desperate need of old national geographics though, because i'm lacking any kind of photo-magazine period! all i have are comics & animal-rights magazines :) so EVERYONE: give me your unwanted NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS and i will shower upon you everything in life that is good! or maybe i'll just give you some green folding paper with dead presidents on it, or use that stated paper to buy you dinner. let me know, my esteemed colleagues.... ^_+
and 3 more things:
- If you put a drop of liquor on poodle_strudle, she will go mad and sting herself to death.
- It took poodle_strudle 22 years to build the Taj Mahal!
- Poodle_strudle is the oldest playable musical instrument in the world.
- Poodle_strudle invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC!
- Poodle_strudle does not have toes.
- Over 2000 people have now climbed poodle_strudle, with roughly ten percent dying on the way down.
- If you blow out all the candles on poodle_strudle with one breath, your wish will come true!
- Poodle_strudle can be found on a Cluedo board between the Library and the Conservatory.
- There are now more than 4000 satellites orbiting poodle_strudle!
- The first domain name ever registered was poodle_strudle.com.
the wilhelm scream
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| erin's errands & tj's tasks [`iI:|:Ii'] |
[25 May 2006|12:24pm] |
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so we accomplished quite a bit yesterday:
tj:
--finished tilling the plot for our new garden
--tj transplanted our blooming squash & tomato plants
--nailed down boris's new ramp
me:
--i deposited my tax-return check & two paychecks
--filled the car up with gas
--stocked up on munchies
--arranged for the pest-control man to come out and spray
--figured out my current scheduling dilemma with bebr
--got our new landline hooked up
ratemyprofessor.com is a riot :)
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| snoozing amid bits of orange peels & sunlight |
[27 Mar 2006|01:04pm] |
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so to alleviate my boredom, i shall color your friends pages by posting a bunch of random quizzes/meme's... sorry for the mess, but hopefully you'll find one you like ^_^
an interesting google/meme:
The rules are simple. Go to Google, type in your first name along with the word "is" in quotation marks (such as "Bob is"), hit "search" and be prepared to be astounded by your rich history and serious character defects:
Erin is crying while eating
Erin is both technical and creative when it comes to the Internet
Erin is quite upset and does not like her new bed at all
Erin is everything your infant will need in a bootie and more
Erin is the only female at Wolf Park in a position to have pups
Erin is constructing one mobile, solar-powered model for display at conferences
Erin is fond of the staff, whip chain, and sword
Erin is somewhere dry heaving
apparently, a majority of americans does or has the following things. i have crossed out the ones that don't apply to me:
Eats peanut butter at least once a week
Prefers smooth peanut butter over chunky (i like them equally)
Can name all Three Stooges
Lives within a 20-minute drive of a Wal-Mart
Eats at McDonald’s at least once a year
Takes a shower for approximately 10.4 minutes a day
Never sings in the shower (i love to sing in the shower--great acoustics, man!)
Lives in a house, not an apartment or condominium
Has a home valued between $100,000 and $300,000 (i don't own it, mumpy does)
Has fired a gun
Is between 5 feet and 6 feet tall
Weighs 135 to 205 pounds (i weighed 106 the other day)
Is between the ages of 18 and 53
Believes gambling is an acceptable entertainment option (i don't do it, but i don't care if other people do...)
Grew up within 50 miles of current home
via Caltech Girl
( ...but wait, there's more! )
thanks, and that's everything!
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| -sera.:.n'wah+ |
[04 Jan 2006|02:45am] |
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klickclicky clicky clickety clack//tokka tokka tic toktok
tj and i are curled up together on our bed, leveling up our shared character in morrowind III: elder scrolls...
on the topic of video games, we finally own a copy of baldur's gate II, a badass two-player action/RPG; 'twas an xmas gift from mumpy, most likely acquired from ebay. i say this last bit because that game is near impossible to find around here! when we searched for it 2 months ago at nearly every local video game store...not a single copy to be found in gainesville//
another video game we've been loving is japanese import katamari damacy, a totally addictive but incredibly complex game, where the premise involves The King of All Cosmos getting drunk one night and accidently destroying the stars; thus you have to roll all trivialities & necessities of modern life up in a ball-that-sticks-to-everything and release it into the skay to create new celestial bodies... nutty concept, but god, i love that game...
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| |exquisite tj trilogy >> |
[20 May 2005|03:56pm] |
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| How You Really Feel About Sex | Your desire is best described as eager.
You need 30 minutes of foreplay.
During sex, you feel euphoric.
At orgasm, you think "Holy Fucktarts, my stockings are falling down!".
At orgasm, you say "I Love You, Death!".
Your ideal sexual experience is convoluted.
After sex, you'd like your partner to say "Mm..that Was Fun, Wanna Go Smoke A Bowl?". |
How Do You Really Feel About Sex?More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva |
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| snookers in the rustic part of town .^^. |
[16 May 2005|12:34am] |
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it feels so sublime to put my feet up right now-- we just got back from tj's show at the cock-n-bull pub in sarasota; the event was supposed to be a "calliope fest pre-show" but not more than 5 audience-members showed up! so 'twas a 3 hour drive both ways for some free pretzels, 4 cold cans of coke and $25 to make up for the spent gas. but still, y'know, it was some kind of an adventure, we got out of gainesville, and saw some new and interesting things on the drive down..... it's just a straight shot taking I-75 S from here to sarasota, i'm surprised i don't visit the friends living there more often....
oohhhh anyway....anticipation for calliopefest has dimmed somewhat in light of today's "pre-show" letdown... but i think that it will be made up in time, and that i will once again wriggle with delight at the thought of meeting those silver-tongued enchantresses!
there are clanging clicking noises coming from the bandroom. tj is fixing a crack inside the metal piece atop his bass drum, that piece being the main thing holding his high-toms in place.... oh what a world++ he's fixed it now...
whoooo.. i feel a headache coming on. clover and out.
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[07 Apr 2005|11:48pm] |
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Poop Pee Scwoodle's Aliases
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Your movie star name: Twigs Lewis
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Your fashion designer name is Poop Pompeii
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Your socialite name is Woodpecker Sadrith Mora
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Your fly girl / guy name is P Scw
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Your detective name is Venus Fly-trap C.I.T.Y. Program
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Your barfly name is Pot Somethin Fruity
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Your soap opera name is Pee 4th Ave
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Your rock star name is Sweetarts Drumsticks
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Your star wars name is Pooda' Scwbjo
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Your punk rock band name is The Stoney You
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__the squeezable teejums took this survey.
he has little pink umbrella in his drink__!
being random is good for the soul.
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| rêgrëttle & çånçél©° |
[07 Apr 2005|01:54am] |
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i'm dazzled by my mind's ability to wander-- i find i've been visited far more times daily than is usual by the day-dream mares; i wonder if it's my lack of social-stimulus or if my mind has gone into a neutral space in order to process information.
so many of my old friends have long since moved away and out of my life, and i find i really don't know what my foundation is;
as stevo says in slc punk, "what do you do when your foundation falls apart? ....i don't know, they don't teach you that in school."
i'm seeking a sort of spiritual-cleansing of my physical state and clarity of my mind; no, no, this is something that a shower won't fix, and a counselor would be overkill.
i need to figure these things out in my own time, but i need to set my internal clock slightly faster than regular time in order to prompt quicker mental results.
::sigh::
does anybody read this anymore...?
+_oh how i love that fiery, silly, sultry boi_+
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tj's working in the office today; i'm going to meet him in a little bit, and then we'll have lunch delivered from roly-poly.... last night, tj noticed how much weight he's lost, both in muscle-mass and girth, in the past 2 months. we think it has something to do with how little we cook since there's a piano in the kitchen. the only time we actually ingest proper meals is when we pay for someone else to prepare and serve them. ::sigh:: stupid americans and their tradition of "eating out" for every meal.
( Read more... )
snubbleubblegibblegubb///this morning i really didn't want to get out of bed. lethargy is like....healthy sometimes..
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| \\.| plath poetry |.// |
[18 Jan 2005|11:56am] |
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Death & Co.
sylvia plath
Two, of course there are two.
It seems perfectly natural now ---
The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded
And balled¸ like Blake's.
Who exhibits
The birthmarks that are his trademark ---
The scald scar of water,
The nude
Verdigris of the condor.
I am red meat. His beak
Claps sidewise: I am not his yet.
He tells me how badly I photograph.
He tells me how sweet
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Death-gowns.
Then two little feet.
He does not smile or smoke.
The other does that
His hair long and plausive
Bastard
Masturbating a glitter
He wants to be loved.
I do not stir.
The frost makes a flower,
The dew makes a star,
The dead bell,
The dead bell.
Somebody's done for.
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| paleo# |
[29 Dec 2004|11:54am] |
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owie, my back hurts; i've had this knot in the lower right muscle since we got back from our trip 2 days ago. while we were in huntsville, tj's mom took us to one of those oxygen bars for a "water massage". you don't get wet or anything, you just take your shoes off and lay on your stomach down inside this coffin-like thing with water in an above enclosed chamber; they just close the lid on top of you, and the water slooshes back and forth, violently at times, round and round in the chamber. they give you a little control with a button to press that will stop and hold the water on a place that feels good. i was squeezing it every time the water flow passed over my back, let it pound the sore spot till i couldn't take anymore. my back felt excellent after this treatment, but by the next day it was aching again. :(
this morning tj left a little earlier than usual in order to pick up some piggy food, as we are almost out. we are gonna hang out with ned tonight-- he's staying over at his mom's house because apparently him and ed had a fight or something like that. we will have to get the details about all that this evening. it will be good to see him again-- he said he got us a christmas present... which means that we will have to get him something in return.... or maybe i can make something. :-/ i dunno, i just feel bad when someone gives me a gift, and i have nothing material to give back to them in return.
today i'm hoping to get a little more of my energy back. i haven't felt like doing any cleaning lately, and this house really needs it; maybe i'll just start on our room, straighten that up... we have so much goddamn clutter everywhere, there's no room to clean off anything.... i guess we need some more surface space, some more shelves... we'll figure something out i hope...
i'm watching er right now; i think in a minute i'll pack myself a little bowl and toast myself a bagel.
everyone should go out and watch this film; it's wonderful, one of my favorites
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--this story from mtv.com--
Hundreds Of Fans Gather At Club To Honor Dimebag Darrell
12.10.2004 1:27 AM EST
Makeshift memorial constructed from flowers, candles, beer cans.
A fan places flowers at the makeshift memorial outside the Alrosa Villa nightclub in Columbus, Ohio
Photo: Mike Simons/Getty Images
COLUMBUS, Ohio — A small memorial started by a handful of fans blossomed into an outpouring of grief and celebration Thursday, less than 24 hours after the shocking slayings at the Alrosa Villa club where Pantera/ Damageplan guitarist "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott and three others were killed.
Despite the rain and cold temperature, hundreds of fans gathered outside the weathered metal club to pay homage to their hero. They erected makeshift crosses, laid yellow roses in honor of Abbott's Texas roots and burned candles in his honor, but mostly they shared stories, asked each other why anyone would do such a thing and, perhaps most importantly, they blasted Pantera's cathartic tunes and shouted their lungs out.
Early in the day, during a steady downpour, fans trickled by and propped tributes to Abbott on a large rock at the entrance to the club's parking lot. A six-pack of Heineken shared space with a rain-spattered copy of Pantera's Far Beyond Driven CD, a handful of guitar picks and large Budweiser can that bore the taped-on message "From Joshua Ramey, Diamond Daryl Boggs and Danny 'Party Boy' Jenkins — Never stop rocking and kicking f---ing ass. RIP, brother." In the distance, the venue's marquee still showed Damageplan's name.
Dozens of satellite news trucks packed a lot across the street from the venue, though the day's only news was the confirmation of the names of the dead. The questions surrounding why 25-year-old Nathan Gale killed Abbott and three others remained unanswered (see "Dimebag Darrell, Four Others Killed In Ohio Concert Shooting").
One of the first groups to arrive to pay their respects included longtime fan Terry Kyees, 40. "We were at the Ministry concert backstage with [singer] Al [Jourgensen] when someone came back to give him the news," said Kyees, who was sporting a weathered Pantera T-shirt and a pentagram necklace with matching ring. "He was pretty shook up. This is just a major loss to rock and roll. Dimebag was a shot in the vein to metal. You turn Cowboys From Hell on and turn that up in your car and go off bangin' your head ... it's just freedom ... life. I mean, it's always the good guitarists that die young."
(Click for photos of Dimebag Darrell in concert through the years.)
Standing with Kyees were Chris Lerchliter and her son, 15-year-old Brandon, wearing a Marilyn Manson T-shirt, his eyeliner beginning to run. "This summer Brandon bodysurfed all the way to the front row and high-fived Dimebag," she said proudly. "It was a real turn-on."
By 7 p.m., more than 100 fans had gathered in the parking lot, holding candles, drinking beers, smoking cigarettes and laying objects on the growing tribute rock: pictures of Abbott, candles, beer cans, packs of smokes, Pantera T-shirts, dozens more bouquets of yellow flowers and a Christmas ornament in the shape of a guitar with several pictures of Abbott above a homemade sign that read, "Dimebag, thank you for many years of entertainment, influence, inspiration and pure musical genius. May your legacy live forever."
After paying her respects at the rock, a teary-eyed April Webb, 22, slowly walked away from the growing throng, which — with the occasional whiff of weed mixed with cigarette smoke and beer — smelled a lot like a rock show. "He was a true entrepreneur of that electric guitar, man. He could do things with it that nobody else could think of," said Webb, whose brief brush with Abbott occurred when she was almost hit by Dimebag's golf cart backstage at Ozzfest in 2000. "Their music was just a release. That's all."
An impromptu jam session broke out when one fan played some Pantera songs ("This Love," "Cemetery Gates") on his acoustic guitar, joined on the choruses by a number of those in the crowd. The mellow sounds of the acoustic were soon replaced by thumping kick drums and growling vocals as two mourners cranked Pantera tunes on their car stereos.
As the crowd swelled to several hundred fans, a male streaker sprinted across the road shouting, "F--- Nathan Gale!" over and over as police chased him in circles, finally tackling and handcuffing him.
Ryan Melchiorre, 21, whose band, Flat Line, is headlining the Alrosa in January, was working security at the club Wednesday night. "I got here five minutes before the shooting and was helping with the barricades, and Dimebag was rocking out and then all of a sudden I watched the first blast go off and people rushed the stage because they thought it was part of the show," said Melchiorre, who helped usher in the police officer who shot Gale. Though part of him wanted to try to help Abbott, Melchiorre said he instinctively started ushering fans out as soon as he saw the blood on the stage.
"He just played from his soul and his heart, he loved his fans," said Melchiorre, who had come to the club hoping to meet Dimebag and Vinnie Paul, Dimebag's brother and bandmate. "This has given heavy music a bad name. Hip-hop has taken a bad rap for a while because of the Tupac and Biggie situation, and we'll probably get hit hard for the Dimebag situation."
Matt Shipp, 22, will also never forget what he saw Wednesday night. "I witnessed the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life," he said. "I turned around and Dime looked at me, he was holding up the horns. I turned around, heard 'pop, pop, pop,' turned around again and looked at the stage and no one was there — just a cloud of smoke."
In addition to hundreds of young fans, the vigil brought out a number of families, several with small children, and at least one who had a close tie to the shocking event.
Drummer Todd Henson, 16, opened Wednesday night's show with his band, 12 Gauge. "He was so approachable. He talked to you like he'd known you for years," Henson said of Abbott, whom he'd met earlier in the year at a local radio-sponsored concert (see " 'Dimebag' Darrell Abbott: A Larger-Than-Life Guitarist And Human Being"). Henson was three rows back in the pit when the shooting occurred, and as soon as he saw Gale wave his gun in the air, he ran for the exit.
Terry Henson, who has played the Alrosa more than 100 times with his bands over the years, came to see his son play earlier in the night and was relieved when he got the call at 10:15 p.m. and learned that Todd was OK. "I'm concerned now [about violence at rock shows], but I'm hoping it's an isolated incident. One of the saddest things for us as a family is that Todd finally got to play for his idol [Damageplan drummer Vinnie Paul] and he did the most awesome gig I've ever heard his band do, and to have such a high as that and an hour later to have such a downer ... that's why I'm here tonight to have closure for him."
The crowd had dwindled to less than 100 after 10 p.m., and as 10:18 — the 24-hour mark — approached, fans grew quiet. By midnight, a single fan remained, silently bobbing his head to the Pantera album blaring from his stereo. Behind him, where the memorial had stood just hours ago, was a smoldering pile of ashes on top of the rock, now spray-painted with the word "Dime." A smaller remembrance with a Pantera banner, an American flag and a few flowers remained, and beyond it the Alrosa's marquee was now eerily empty.
--Gil Haufman
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pigs can make better friends than humans = english
豬能交最好的朋友 = traditional chinese
het varken kan de beste vriend maken = dutch
le porc peut faire le meilleur ami = french
Schweine können der beste Freund manchmal sein = german
οι χοίροι μπορούν να κάνουν τους καλύτερους φίλους = greek
i maiali sono gli amici migliori = italian
雌豚及び雄豚は人間よりよい会社である = japanese
돼지는 인간보다는 더 좋다 = korean
os porcos podem fazer amigos melhores do que seres humanos = portuguese
свиньи делают самых лучших друзей = russian
los cerdos hacen a mejores amigos = spanish
that's all for today-- what a procrastinator i am!
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