Random thoughts on most things from A. M. Craig.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005


This is as close to a spiritual experience on mass-media television as I have ever experienced.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

my homeboy.

Here is something my friends and I did for fun. And Profit hopefully.


I saw a girl on campus on Thursday that I recognized from my freshman year here. I think her name is/was Brittany. She worked behind the counter at Teryaki Stix. I would go there for lunch on most days, and she was there most days. Our exchanges went something like this.
Her - "Hi, can I take your order?"
Me - "Ya, I'd like a gioza bowl, please."
Her - "That will be (fill in price here)."
I hand her my dining plus card, she hands me a receipt and gioza bowl. "Thank you" and "Thanks" finish the deal.
On one of the last days of the Summer term, she struck up conversation more than the normal business transaction. She asked if I was staying for the coming semester, I said yes, and she gave me her number and said we should go do something some time.
This very much caught me off guard. I was barely 18, and I wondered, does this girl know I'm not older? I think shes at least 20, maybe I'm imagining that. I had a hard enough time asking out girls I knew, much less complete srangers. I never called her, and I didn't eat at Teryaki Stixs anymore.
I don't think she recognized me on Thursday. I remember her being taller, but then again it has been almost four and a half years. I'm 22 now. Maybe she shrunk.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005


My rommate Ben suggested thatI write a standup comedy bit using all the stories that I tell. Most of them are about my family and my mission. Somehow, though, comedy about ones family reminds me of Ray Romano. We could call my comedy "Everybody Forgets About Austin". It would be hysterical, but nobody would remember.

the thing is gone from me...

I had a dream last night, and I would like to tell you all about it, but the thing is gone from me. I remember remembering it. I remember being rather surprised how well I could remember it. And there was a username and password of somebeody else in the dream, and I could remember that. But somewhere between waking and sleep, the things began to slip away. I thought, "I'll go tell the guys about my dream. I'll tell them about how...well...I don't remember that part anymore. But I'll tell them about this part where...oh...I don't remember that anymore either." At this point I realized that it was all dissolving from memory, and that if I was going to recall any of it in a conscious hour, that I would have to make a conscious effort. I still remembered the username and password, I could tell them about that. It was...AH CRAP! I don't remember that either. It was..."cravat"? something "cravat"? and I think there was an "s-s-s" in there somehere. But thats it. Thats all I think I remember, I'm not even sure it is accurate. A little upsetting.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

A strange man.

Last week I watched The Nightmare Before Christmas and then on Halloween night I watched Edward Scissorhands. Tim Burton. What a guy. He must be the posterchild for ever misunderstood outcast. I'd like to learn more about him. I'll bet a lot of the themes in his movies are autobiographical in nature. And I would really be interested to know what his views on religion are, because it is either not in his movies or not shown in a very pleasant light.

It would be so much fun to major in film. Then again, I do want to hang on to my morals. And someday support a family.