Dust Up! Indie-Film Fans



Hey Folks!

Today I want to put in a plug for the Independent Film by Ward Roberts…, Dust Up.

Hang me for missing out on tickets to the World Premier Screening on Sept.28th. (What a Dork I am!  Hum…, maybe I could make San Diego?) But I was happy to see that it will be available on Hulu Plus and Netflix in October.

Yeah! for Ward, the cast and crew that has put in a gizzillion hours to bring us this kick-ass, horror-comedy-grindhouse-western.

Starring Amber Benson of Buffy-the-Vampire fame and a cast of colorful characters.

“A one-eyed vigilante with a dark past has vowed to change his ways, trading his machine gun for a yoga mat. But when he encounters a beautiful young mother (Benson) in deep trouble with a cannibalistic drug lord and his evil goons, he realizes that justice must be served. Teamed up with his smooth-talking Native American hipster sidekick, our hero rides into the badass brawl of the century.” – Stolen from Dust Up

“Want a movie that is hilarious, original, shocking, heart-felt and action-packed with crazy colorful characters, mind-blowing music, and too many memorable moments to count?

Maybe? Hmm…how about if we include an homage to the Princess Leia/gold bikini scene from Return of the Jedi featuring the one & only Amber Benson?” – Snatched from Indiegogo

Go to Dust Up for more information. Lots of cool stuff there! Become a Dust-er on Indiegogo and become a supporter of Indi-films!


  • October 3rd, 2012 – DALLAS, TX – Tickets!
  • October 6th, 2012 – JOSHUA TREE – Tickets!
  • October 11th, 2012 – AUSTIN, TX – Tickets!
  • October 11th, 2012 – Chicago, IL – Tickets!
  • October 17th, 2012 – MINNEAPOLIS, MN – Twin Cities Film Festival. Tickets.
  • October 17th, 2012 – SAN FRANCISCO, CA – Vortex Room! Learn more here!
  • October 18th, 2012 – SAN DIEGO, CA – Tickets!
  • October 18th, 2012 – INDIANAPOLIS, IN – Tickets!
  • October 26 – Nov 1, 2012 – BROOKLYN, NY – Tickets!
  • November 1st, 2012 – TAMPA, FL – Tickets!
  • REQUEST A SCREENING in YOUR neck of the woods!
    See ya next week!~ K.L. Parry ~ Author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom


Buckhorn Camp Grounds



Hi Folks!


Yes, I’m back after a torturous month of self reflecting and some tooth pulling, (literally!), to tell you about my latest adventure.




Buckhorn Camp Grounds is located 34 miles from La Crescenta, California along the 2 Hwy in the Angeles National Forest. A little over an hour drive from my home in Burbank when traffic conditions are light. Do be wary of bicyclist, motorcyclist and canyon racers as this highway can get crowded with them, making driving along this road quite treacherous especially on the weekend.

Much of the area was devastated during the 2009 wildfire known as The Station Fire, and can be evidenced as you traverse the whindy mountain road. However, Buckhorn and some of the surrounding camp grounds were left untouched and provide a great local escape for the out-door adventurer.


Dry Stream That Runs Through The Camp Grounds



This camp ground is located above 6,000 ft and nestled in a canyon so be sure to bring warm clothing for the cold nights. During my stay in mid September, it got down to the 40’s, but the day time highs were very pleasant hovering between 75 and 80 degrees.


Amenities at this sight include picnic tables, fires rings, vault toilets, water spigots and bear boxes, though I’m told your chances of sighting a Bear are not very likely. Still, we did put our food up at the end of the evening. No sense in tempting Yogi.


There are several nearby hiking trails and I was told some decent rock climbing areas a little further up in the canyon. Look out for poison oak particularly along side the stream.

Dogs are welcomed but keep them on a leash. You don’t want Rover tracking through poison oak or becoming a dinner entrée for the local wildlife.

Water Spigot Site


Ok. Done with the official information. Now here are some personal notes.

Choose your camping partners carefully. There is nothing worse than being trapped in the wilderness with people you can’t have an intelligent, or even an unintelligent conversation with. Unless, you find yourself in the wee hours of the morning suffering excruciating pain in your head. Now, that is worse! I was subjected to both when a cracked tooth decided to give me grief the first evening out. By dawn the following morning I was making my way off the mountain in search of a dentist and thus putting an all too early end to my camping adventure.

That being said, I do hope to make another attempt at it before November if my work schedule permits. This time I’ll be traveling shy one tooth and a couple of camping partners.


Thanks Michael 😉


~ K.L. Parry ~ Author of “The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom”



Campsite At Buckhorn Camp Groun






















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It’s Not What I Recalled!



Sorry, pressed for time. But I did make time to go see the latest re-make of one of my favorite Schwargneer movies, Total Recall.



If you’ve never seen the original, you’ll probably like this one. If you have, you’ll be disappointed as I was when I discovered how they’ve changed up the plot. I would have loved to have seen an updated version of this sci-fi, action adventure which is what I expected to see after watching the previews.

Don’t be looking for any mutants or alien technology cause this version doesn’t have any of these other than the three breasted woman. Plastic surgery, not mutant. Though they’ve retained the character names and some aspects of the original, the settings have changed and so too some of the main aspects of the plot.


Don’t be fooled. This movie has very little in common with the original and quite frankly, I feel cheated.

I just got this one message to send out to all those script writers, directors and producers. Don’t change the plot when you already have something that works! Please! I hate it when you do that! Which is why I have stopped paying money to go see re-makes in the theater. I reserve those for Netflix rentals if at all.



Really, I can’t even say whether you should go see this or not. It’s just not what I was expecting.


K.L. Parry ~ Author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom


Lunch At La Bamba’s

Lunch At La Bamba’s

Hi Folks! Yeah, I know it’s Saturday. Evidently I lost track of what blog I was to post to this week. I blame it on a frustrating couple of days. Sorry!

This last Saturday after a morning of yard “sailing” with sister Cindy, we  went to fill our tummies at a local Burbank gem. This place is one of my town’s best kept secrets. La Bamba’s.

La Bamba’s, located at the corner of Glenoaks Blvd and Lamer, looks more like a place you’d find in one of our beach communities. This out-door seating, casual dinning establishment offers a quaint and kick-back experience. Misters hung from the perimeter, outside of a plastic curtain that is pulled to enclose the patio during cooler months, provide a refreshing spot to take lunch or enjoy a relaxing dinner.

This place just can’t go wrong, serving a superb fare that I’d classify as Caribbean cuisine.  I go there specifically for the Lobster Tacos that come with a delicious side of sweet black beans and a lovely yellow rice. And don’t forget the Sweet Potato Fries done to a perfect crispness.  (I know that they coat their fries with something to make them crisp but since I’ve not had a reaction to them I can safely assume that they are gluten free.) That particular plate without fries runs $16.95. Some might think it’s a little pricy for such a casual establishment but the portions were large enough to split. Coupled with the order of sweet potato fries, Cindy and I could hardly finish what we had. And we are not light eaters. So the next time you’re in Burbank, stop by La Bamba’s.

You can check out their menu @ Not to be confused with the restaurant chain. This is a mom and pop establishment.

See ya next week! Go USA!

~ K.L. Parry ~ Author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom

There’s Still Nothing Better


Howdy and welcome back to my blog.

Today was a day of unusual weather. That is, unusual for Burbank, California. It was 87, cloudy with 100% humidity. The buzzing things were down and the birds were quiet except for a few stray parrots. And, for a long while there wasn’t even a breath of a breeze.

Had I been living in Texas I would have been thinking, Tornado weather!  But I don’t have to worry about that in Cali.

Then, it started to sprinkle. Just a few little raindrops and I was transported back to my childhood and days of playing under a gentle summer rain. There was never anything better back then.

I waited all day for that summer shower, teased by the occasional droplet. But it didn’t come until after dark, sometime around nine I think it was, when I heard it begin. I didn’t recognise the sound, so unfamiliar in Southern California. Unheard of during the summer months until my son exclaimed, “It’s raining!”

In my pajamas, hair still wet from my evening bath, I dashed out.

Yes. I dashed.

Barefoot, like a child I stood there not caring that my clothes were getting wet. It felt so good. Good to have the rain on my head, running down my back, cooling my bare feet as I stood on the sidewalk just beyond the cover of the blooming Crape Myrtles.

There’s still nothing better.

~ K. L. Parry ~ Author of The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom











Moving Madness


Hello folks! I am back from the brink of insanity!

 That’s right. I was moving.

A traumatic experience for me as I am a nester, not to be confused with hoarder. I go to great lengths to make my home as comfortable for myself as possible with the idea that I’m going to live there forever. So a move from my current abode, even if it is only two doors away, means a disruption in the harmony of my life. Also, though I may not keep the cleanest house, I do keep it very organized and the disorganization that results from moving is a real added stress. As someone who assigns everything a place, I rarely ever misplace anything. Still, I lost my house key three times in a week because I hadn’t established a regular place to put it. I even lost my keys to one of my work places, though I did finally find them in my purse where they had somehow, quite mysteriously, fallen into the wrong pocket…, lol.

In case you didn’t catch my meaning earlier, I do HATE moving! Really, if I hadn’t needed the space, I wouldn’t have. But after a year of sharing my one bedroom apartment, my youngest son/room-mate and I decided it was time to find a bigger place. We are splitting the rent now instead of our privacy. And it is wonderful to have my own space again.

That being said, there are a million projects that are screaming for my immediate attention. Curtains to be hemmed and hung, walls to be painted and a bathroom that has some serious design flaws that I MUST correct. Oh, yes, and the reconstruction of my bed. When I put it together I forgot a few parts making it a bit unstable. That’s another thing on my to-do-list, to name a few.

I had somewhat ill-timed a refurbishing project two weeks before the move. I’d decide to paint and recover a dinning set so that I’d have something nice to put into my new dinning room. From the 60’s, the 4 chairs and table base are made of rod-iron with a huge, heavy glass table top. The seat cushions and upholstered chair backs were in sore need of replacement having suffered tremendous abuse at the hands of children and a clawing cat. I expected the project to take me a couple of days. But it took me nearly the whole two weeks to complete.  Needless to say, I probably should have been getting ready for the move instead of taking on a new project. Not that I actually believe it would have made the move any easier but I would have been better prepared and a bit more organised… possibly.

It didn’t help either, that I only had those two weeks to prepare for the move. Though I had informed the landlord that I had wanted the soon to be vacant two bedroom, I wasn’t expecting to be moving in until July which would have given me a month to get ready. As it turned out the exiting tenant didn’t want to have to pay for a full month’s rent when she was to be out by June 10th so when she asked me to split the month and take over the apartment in mid June, I, without thinking it completely through, said “Sure, I can move in on the 15th.” 

 Big mistake! 

I wasn’t ready, the new apartment wasn’t ready and I was literally in tears come moving day. But despite everything, I survived and am feeling a lot better about what I was coming to view as a dubious and rash decision.

My Dinning Set, refurbished


Until next week’s posting to “Following The Dream”, have a great week!

~ K.L. Parry ~ Author of “The Pirate’s Daughter and a King’s Ransom”