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1. Sheila Ryan on November 3rd, 2008 at 8:04 am

   I got me some bottle caps, and when we run out of those, we can see how we do with them itty-bitty obols.

   First shooting I ever did was back in the mid-1990s, out in the California desert. A friend had driven down from LA, an animator who’d worked on a number of Disney films — The Little Mermaid, The Lion King . . . We bought an enormous popcorn tin decorated with characters from The Lion King, and we shot the hell out of those little critters.

2. Alek Lindus on November 3rd, 2008 at 8:13 am

   them itty bitty obols, got one in my cheek you see, well they’ll give me even more of a squint,
   first shooting i did was out the back of my uncles house at tin cans til the downstairs neighbour came out and threw a fit in Scottish, so my uncle threw a fit back in Hungarian waving the gun at him, pan European stand off i think that was

3. Sheila Ryan on November 3rd, 2008 at 8:37 am

   Alek, if the two of us ever go on a crime spree, just think of the linguistic confusion we could stir up amongst the locals. Pretty much anywhere. Riding into town, whooping and hollering in half a dozen languages.

4. Alek Lindus on November 3rd, 2008 at 9:54 am

   would that be in an element, a pink cadillac or on horse back?

5. Sheila Ryan on November 3rd, 2008 at 11:07 am

   All of the above, the better to confound the Authorities.

6. Phil Bebbington on November 3rd, 2008 at 1:14 pm

   If you think I’m wandering around with a hip pocket full of silver dollars when we have a sharp shooter in our midst you are mistaken! I’m a strippin’ down to the bare essentials to avoid any unnecessary attention.

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