Best friend and movie-review-article writer John Flynn "zooms" me to watch six minutes of a movie. He regales me with stories of a coyote and I insist we watch There will be Blood. I confuse it with No Country for Old Men and we talk a lot about "how it was back then" - though neither of us lived through it.

Then I show him six minutes of Ghostbusters and John discovers he's thought Rick Moranis and Harold Ramis were the same person his whole life. We talk about whether it's crazy to wear pajamas and how John never combs his hair. We laugh, we cry, we get disconnected a few times.

I learned a lot and I had a great time.

BYE FOREVER.