August 12, 2002

Long time no update. And still not much to say. Erica and Michele, the two people most interested in Doug and Lisa who didn't go to Eugene, have already heard the skinny. But, in brief, Doug/Lisa are doing well. They're getting married on July 5th next year (but I don't remember where), so a group trip will probably be in order around then.

This month off has been one of the most enjoyable times of my life, but it hasn't left me with much time to post on a blog. Once grad school starts, that will probably change. I can easily imagine a situation in which I use those random 5-minute blocks between experiments to post a little something here and there. So, in what has almost become my trademark post, "I promise to post more eventually." For now, though, I've got to start preparing for the impending move to Berkeley.

Oh, and I almost forgot: I went to a fetish fleamarket on Sunday.

Posted on August 12, 2002 12:57 AM

you know, for all the doing-things you've been doing, this is a pretty bland entry. you don't even sound excited about the doing-things! sheesh.

Posted by: dianna on August 12, 2002 10:35 AM

Hmmmm....Re-reading that entry proves you to be correct, Miss Woolsey. But I blame posting at 1 a.m. while deleriously sleepy. Maybe I should have been a bit more liberal with the exclamation points...And not so droningly boring.

Posted by: Jacob on August 12, 2002 11:51 AM

eh, you knew you couldn't top the fiction right away.

so are you two gonna actually make it to baseball this week? it's dustin's last week. there might be cookies and juice in it for ya.

Posted by: didofoot on August 12, 2002 08:44 PM

When the hell/Where the hell is baseball, anyway? This is my first Wednesday of non-work in a while, so I may as well enjoy the national pastime before Dustin and all of his Supermodels fly north for the winter.

Posted by: Sean on August 12, 2002 08:57 PM

i hate to be the one breaking the news to you all, but apparently dustin will not be around for baseball this week. though he says we can play during his party on friday with the goats if we like.

sean: phill park. 6:30. tomorrow. tomorrow being wednesday.

Posted by: michele on August 13, 2002 08:58 AM

Who is Sean?

Where am I?

Posted by: jason on August 13, 2002 01:47 PM

you're not sean. need you know more?

Posted by: michele on August 13, 2002 02:33 PM

I'm planning on being at baseball tomorrow. What's more, I'll have sleigh bells on my person. One might even say I'll be there with bells on.

Well, I *do* apologize for not being able to duplicate the fiction right off the bat. If I had known about Michele's need for a noir script earlier, I would have been all over that. Le sigh.

Posted by: Jacob on August 13, 2002 03:03 PM

I'm planning on being *sean(e)* at baseball tomorrow.

so THAT happened.

Posted by: didofoot on August 13, 2002 03:08 PM

it's too late now. i turned in the lamest noir script ever. so lame. oh so very very lame. grr. blech.

Posted by: michele on August 13, 2002 03:28 PM

I'm glad you will be at baseball, because I would have killed you if you missed it again. Much like in the song. "buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, or I'll kill you."

Posted by: jason on August 13, 2002 03:37 PM

Was I Sean at one point? Because I vaguely remember a period of about three weeks when i had an unprecedented urge to surf.

Posted by: jason on August 13, 2002 03:41 PM

So *that's* what the sexily unkempt, sun-bleached, shoulder-length locks were all about.

Posted by: Jacob on August 13, 2002 03:52 PM

hmmm.. i wonder if sean has ever BEEN surfing....i am somewhat skeptical. i mean sure he works as a lifeguard. but does that translate to surfing? well no doubt it SHOULD. but does it? i just don't know.

Posted by: michele on August 13, 2002 03:55 PM

Never surfed. Not once. The closest I've come is listening to the Beach Boys while standing on a kickboard. I certainly should have gone surfing before, uh huh, yup, and yet, no.

Posted by: Sean on August 13, 2002 06:51 PM