two.points.collapsing

a day of reading and lounging always feels good. and on top of that i just had some “deep dish apple pie” ice cream. doesn’t that sound strange? i agree, it does. maybe that’s why i was drawn to it at the grocery store. it’s cinammon flavored ice cream with little apple chunks, crust pieces, and some caramel swirls. it’s really very delicious. who would have thought, besides those inventive ice-cream scientists at dreamery. they make the best flavors of ice cream, hands down. good for them. and good for me. mmmm.

sadly i only have a few hours of weekend left to spend leisurely. but i will make the best of them, as well as i can.

and i got rubber cement at the store, just like i said i would. good for me.

this morning i rose to consciousness and heard talking and the shower going, and figured “dom and his friends must be getting ready to go out. since they’re using the bathroom i’ll just lay here a few minutes and wait for them to clear out before i get out of bed”. this was around ten, which seemed like just about the perfect time of the morning to get up. i must have dozed off though, because i started awake later, checked the clock, and it was 12:30. what happened? did i really need that much more sleep? or was my body just bored and figured it might as well stay sleeping? i wanted those extra two hours today. i’m sort of disappointed in my brain for letting this happen. i’m going to punish it by watching spyder games on mtv sometime today. ha, take that brain!

okay, i’m not cruel enough to do that to anyone, especially myself. i have important things to do today besides, like write this for example. and maybe buy some rubber cement. that would be useful. because i’m out of rubber cement. understand?

it’s two am. groundlings was fun but not as good as last time because it was only about 30% improv tonight. and it’s not as good as second city. and since there were no pictures of him anywhere on the hall of fame walls, i’m going to have to deduce that the david cross thing was just a myth. but i had a good time all the same, thanks for asking. and a good hot dog.

dominic’s friends are really great, but sadly they’re leaving tomorrow. well, today technically. i don’t know if it makes sense to say you’ll miss someone that you don’t really know at all, just hung out a little bit over a weekend, but i can say it was fun having them around.

and at least we get to keep dominic.

i’ve spent almost all day reading so far. it’s very rewarding, you know. you really ought to try it.

it’s pretty quiet around here today so far. dom and his friends went out for the afternoon. they found a strip club that serves a pizza buffet from noon to two. can you believe that? what a ridiculous combination. but they said it was too funny not to go, so they went, i’m assuming. unless they showed up and were told there was no buffet, which would be enough to send them back out the door. they really wanted that pizza. i’m anticipating an account of that experience when they get back. they have to come pick me up so i can go with them to dinner at pink’s hot dogs, a quick trip to the observatory to see the city lights from above, and back down the hill for a 10 o clock show at the groundlings. i’m really looking forward to that last part especially. soooooo funny. someone told me david cross from mr. show, whom i think is totally hilarious, is a groundlings alum. that’s pretty cool, maybe he’ll be there then. (impeccable logic, brian).

i’m feeling sort of restless and romantic now from reading about such sweet things, and i have utterly no way to relieve that sort of emotional tension right now. blast it all. this is the sort of thing only rock and roll and maybe playstation can help to subside. it’s too bad that’s what it comes down to, but it’ll have to do for this afternoon. hot dogs and improv might help too, so at least i’ve got the right sort of evening planned.

why is it so difficult to wrap things up gracefully? i never know what a good last thing to say is. good bye just doesn’t quite serve my purposes. maybe it’s because the truth of the matter is, i’m still gonna be around afterward. so why even say good bye at all?

i just watched the director commentary for best in show, and it was a little disappointing. for two people that are so funny on film, they really didn’t have much to say. but i guess they’re probably so good at improvising because they’re not so comfortable being themselves. that’s just a theory.

somehow my posts for earlier today aren’t showing up on the page right now, which i don’t understand, but i’m hoping everything will right itself soon. and i’m hoping to polish off a decent chunk of my book right now, so if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be off.

i spent about the past five hours working on a web page (not this one), and i’m sick of being at this desk, and since i’ve been at it all day there’s really nothing for me to report either. i amaze myself though at how long i can work at a computer when it’s not homework without seeming to care at all. it’s almost fun, which is definitely sort of creepy. i need to get out of this room, so i’m going to pizza hut express at taco bell. brian’s a hungry bear.

and if you for some reason want to see the pictures of my friends and i that i’ve been slapping together, be my guest.

oooh oooh. i just found out that this page is listed on google now too. although i tried the search for my name and see what comes up game, and other than my own stuff, it seems there’s no record of any other brian longtins on the web. i’m special.

first off and maybe most importantly, two.points.collapsing has two new friends (even though that second one seems to be having some technical difficulties today. what happened to the whole last week?…good luck with that). thank goodness! i think that makes five now. a tidy bunch, for sure.

so last night was great. dom’s friends were here when i came home, and they’re really rad. no wonder dominic is so cool. so the four of them, dom, dustin, me and my girlfriend went to dinner at roscoe’s chicken and waffles. if you’ve never heard of this place, don’t be scared. i too doubted the combination of chicken and waffles as a dinner menu item. i mean who would think to serve chicken with waffles? well, roscoe, that’s who. and thank goodness he did. i suspect the only reason he (they, i guess. i wish it was just this one guy named roscoe serving up the food, but it’s just not true) can pull off the mingling of chicken and waffles is that the chicken is really really good, and the waffles are really really good. so since they’re both so good, you don’t really notice how absurd it is to be eating them both during the same meal. and it’s pretty reasonably priced too. good place to check out if you’re in LA. yummy.

then we went to see made, which if you don’t know is another movie by jon favreau and vince vaughn of swingers renown. it was pretty decent, but that’s as complimentary as i can get. i was expecting a little more out of it than i got. although p-diddy (listed in the opening credits as “sean combs”, which got a laugh from me) turned in a surprisingly adequate performance as the new york crime boss. maybe if he had started out just acting instead of ripping off a police song to pay tribute to biggy smalls, not to mention being a complete fool and calling himself p-diddy, i would have liked him and not thought he was such a complete fool. the movie was entertaining though with or without any combseses so you might want to check it out.

now it’s past noon on friday and i think i might be about ready to start my day. it’s gonna be a lazy one though i can tell you that right now.

i am so out of here. thank you, this week, for going by so quickly and for causing me minimal stress or pain. and thank you, this weekend, for looking so promising.

it’s time to go wait for the bus.

listen to the first three tracks of the new rxbandits cd, and i dare you not to feel like getting up, running, jumping, screaming, kicking, throwing your fists in the air and otherwise moving wildly filled with a jolt of rock and roll. sure they have horns but they could still beat your ass if they had to.

i’m pretty much ready to go home now. 2:30 is just the technical term for time to stop working and just sit here with my headphones on and screw around on the internet. it was also when batman beyond was on the wb at one point, i think. but i wouldn’t know now because i’m an adult with a job that prevents me from watching cartoons and being a kid. in that sense.

but i do have the dvd of return of the joker among my library of films, and it’s a great movie with a very cool cast. not that i should have to validate myself. i just want it to be clear that they haven’t got me yet.