Recap of things that were never Capped to begin with

So more than a week ago, I added a feature I titled "Photo of the Week," where I (and the "present in spirit only" other authors) can add cool/funny/interesting photos that we've taken. The ironic fact that in it's first week of existence, "Photo of the Week" wasn't updated until almost two whole weeks later is not lost on me. But the name remains.


Also, if any of the other ghost writers feel like adding photos (and a quick entry to explain them) that would be a cool, easy way to actually participate on this so-called 'group blog' (Tangent: Remember the PBS show "Ghostwriter"? Anyone? Didn't think so.).

Next thing. Over the last few weeks, I've been pretty busy, but several items of interest came up. I probably won't get around to writing them out as much as they deserve, but here, to give you a taste of what might have been, are the names and subjects of some blog entries that, alas, never came to be . . .



"Hold Your End Up,Tiny Dancer!!" - A few Saturdays ago I, Rich D, and a buddy of mine (we'll call him, Rich B.) were hired for a day of moving stage props and scenery for the University Ballet Department. I was told to be ready for some heavy lifting. About 5 other people showed up, one girl ballerina and four guys (ballerinos?). The ballet folks showed up, with one exception, in sandals and shorts even though we'd be clearing out a warehouse full of heavy, dirty and fairly dangerous stage scenery. Result: Rich D and Rich B do most of the work, nearly pull muscles, refrain from yelling at the tiny, tittering ballet dancers, and other hilarity ensues.



"What's in a Name?" - Rich D, listening to one of his favorite Beatles song, "Lady Madonna," decides that "Creeping Like a Nun," would've made an excellent title for this, or any other blog. (Note: he doesn't want you to take that idea. He wants it all for his greedy, little, intellectual-property-grubbing self). Also, just today while talking with "chemically yours", he decided that "For Free or Cookies" (a phrase used to describe what he'd be willing to pay for a physics tutor) would also make an excellent name for a blog and/or a band.


"'The Preachy Letter to the Editor' or 'Pretending to Have My Own Advice Column'" - There was a letter in Daily Universe this week (see here for my documented love of the Daily Universe) that had no purpose other than letting people know that the author of the letter thought that by eating healthy, exercising and avoiding junk food, it was possible to avoid the 'freshman fifteen' (15 lbs. typically gained by new college freshman with unlimited access to cafeteria food and vending machines approximately twelve feet from every entryway on campus). Further reporting would probably show that the author is also a firm believer that breathing helps to extend life and that when released from all means of support, objects suspended in the air tend to fall down (although she's not totally convinced about that second, obvious statement. She'll get back to us). Was it a fairly harmless letter? Yes. Was I going to make fun of it for being pointless and more of a lecture? Heck yeah.


Oh, and I also considered writing more serious observational things about the monks protesting the deplorable government atrocities in Burma and also about the upcoming visit of Sen. Harry Reid to BYU this Tuesday (The Democratic Majority leader deep in Republican territory, also the first visit from a politician since Vice-President Dick Cheney came and was protested during commencement exercises last April. Interesting). Of course, the options were between writing about 1) nothing, 2) funny stuff or 3) serious stuff. So typically serious stuff doesn't hold a candle. I'll keep you posted. Maybe.