Friday Night

I think it's ok to make a really stupid first impression, right? Because you can only get smarter from there.

I had a craigslist adventure because I wanted to eat sausage pizza and couldn't think of anyone who would be simultaneously bored on a Friday night and not a vegetarian or vegan. Not just any sausage pizza, mind you, but the Classic deep dish at Little Star Pizza, (apparently) widely known here-abouts as the best deep dish pizza around along with Zachary's, which I may have to step out to Berkeley to try sometime.

Nevermind the fact that I have never had a "true" Chicago pizza, even though I've been to Chicago more than once.

Anyways, so I ate this pizza with a very nice philosophy grad student named Ben, in the end. The ordeal of posting the ad (now deleted) and sorting replies took the better part of last night and this morning and in fact, Ben himself was rather late entering the fray, but he caught my attention to the point where when my first choice (whatever that means) flaked, I invited him.

The pizza was delicious! Ben wants to be a philosopher, which seems admirable enough. He TA's classes, so I bet he can give me reading lists and things. He used to be really into Square, but apparently doesn't follow videogames anymore. He's played NetHack, though, so that's something. I haven't even really fooled around with NetHack, although I watched Scotty a couple times.

A lot of interesting people replied to my ad, which was cool. Just as many were obviously copy-pasting their spiel from reply to reply, which is not so attractive. Although even one of those sort of caught my eye--a graduate of USC cinema. So anyways, the point is maybe I'll meet some other people this weekend, too.

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I watched Scoop as an exercise in witnessing sexy people on camera, but it cracked me up quite a bit. Woody Allen does that.

How did it get to be nearly 2 am?