Tag Archives: Ken

Light ‘em Up

There was an exte­rior shot of the Bat­mo­bile com­ing around a cor­ner and stop­ping– that was hot over there on the back lot. And then Bruce Wayne’s office was shot on the stage. We looked at the set on the video. It was a dark set, with a messy desk and a lot of hand-written sticky notes all over. Con­tinue read­ing

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Planes, Naan and 58 Chevys

Topanga Air­port has it’s field and all the gates to be all open air. The cli­mate is nice enough here; this is South­ern Cal­i­for­nia, after all. Lisa and I are game for adven­ture, so we decide to try the new air­port out and see how it runs. We walk up to the tick­et­ing agent for South­west and ask to pur­chase tick­ets to Las Vegas… Con­tinue read­ing

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Mixed Up, Muddled Up

He grew a set of ears out of his shoul­ders. Long, nar­row ears, like a don­keys. Then his whole back erupted into a set of wings. And then those dis­solved back into his back, and another object grew out of his back. At times, he would even spell words in block let­ters as tall or taller than his head… Con­tinue read­ing

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