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

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Monday, June 11, 2007

The Shins

This is a band called The Shins.
I like this one.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Some items that live up to this blog's subtitle.

In no particular order:

I like LCD Soundsystem. P.S. The destination at the end of that link, that is what Myspace should have been.

listening to the radio the other day, I realized that, given the option, I think I would listen to Cindy Lauper over Metallica a thousand to one.

I stumbled on the set of an Indie movie the other day. It was really cool, I walked into Pier 49 Pizza to get some lunch, and there were a bunch of people shooting a movie. They stopped and let me order a pizza. It is a comedy about a washed up rock band that decide to drive to the middle of the desert and sell their souls to the devil so they can become the greatest band ever.
It's called Route 61.

I am going to make movies some day. Actually, I'll be helping on the set of our ISM feature this summer, the first two weeks in August. But beside that, I have a thousand ideas for stories that I want to write, it's just a matter of making the time. I keep them all in a red binder at home, along with almost any idea or thought I think is too valuable to let dissipate into the ether.

I did something the other morning that I haven't done in years. I fell out of bed. That becomes a little something more to think about when you find out my bed is 5 feet off the ground on cinder blocks.

They asked me to sub in today as the Daily News anchor. I normally do Fridays, and have been for a few weeks now, but yesterday they called and asked if I could come in and cover for somebody, so I did, and they asked me to come in again today. I wish I could have, I really like anchoring, but I felt bad leaving work early again. So I told them I wouldn't be able to make it. But man, they love me there.

Yawns, as I'm sure you already know, are contagious. I caught a yawn the other day from a duck. I swear.

Whenever I am caught listening to somebody drone on about something that doesn't interest me in the least, but they just keep talking and talking and talking, I get a physical sensation at the back of my head. It's a tingling feeling, as real as if I had stubbed a toe or put my hand in ice water. A tingling around the crown of my head that persists till I escape the mindless monologue.

I decided today that I am going to have to be independently wealthy if I am going to accomplish half the things I want to in life. I have expensive goals.

More random thoughts to come. Stay tuned.