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Snow Falling on Bleeders
12.25.2002 by Dan Beirne, every Wednesday.

Nathan Lane comes over every Wednesday to the house to watch a movie, or just chat with Dan. Dan found these little chats so interesting, he decided to tape-record them and tell the world all the neat things Nathan had to say about movies and stuff.

I don't remember what day it was, cloudy.

(For some reason, Nathan and I were at our respective families' houses, and unable to meet. So we didn't watch a movie. But Nathan did call at one point, and when I saw the name on call display, I started the tape.)

Me: Hello?

Nathan: Hello, Dan

Me: Yeah, this is Dan.

Nathan: Hey, it's Nathan.

Me: Oh, hi.

Nathan: Um, how are you?

Me: I'm fine.

Nathan: Good.

Me: Are we still on for Friday?

Nathan: Yeah, if you got the tickets.

Me: How are you?

Nathan: Did I leave my pilot there last week?

Me: You're pilot?

Nathan: Yeah, my pilot. Did I leave it there?

Me: Uh, I don't think so.

Nathan: Damn, I really need that thing.

Me: Well, I can check-

Nathan: Would you? That'd be super.

(I left to go upstairs to look for Nathan's pilot, whatever that is, but left the tape running)

Nathan: Ahem...

(a long pause. you can hear clicking sounds)

Nathan: ...oh, Back to the Future's out...

My mom:(from the background) Dan! We're putting out the turkey!

Me:(from my room) Okay!

Nathan: Ah, geez.

(sound of me bounding down the stairs)

Me: I couldn't find it.

Nathan: Couldn't find what?

Me: Your pilot.

Nathan: Oh, yeah, I figured. All right, well, bye.

Me: Merry-

(he hung up)

As always, you can e-mail Nathan at hakunamattata69@hotmail.com to talk about movies, or just chat about whatever.


Back to the Future (1985) Eccentric Doc Brown invents time travel; young Marty McFly goes back in time, stops his parents from meeting; they must, or he won't be born.

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