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star_eyed_lady and I found something we had in common: though neither of us watches a lot of television, we both like "CSI," and both thought none of our friends did. So we started watching it together; nearly every Thursday she'd come over to my house--because I had a kitchen and a fairly big TV--we'd make something cool and vegan for dinner, and watch "CSI." Somehow Katie and Josh got involved as well, so they'd come too, or we'd go to their house. The prospect of good food and time with friends is of course at least as interesting as the show, good as it is.
Last night was the first time we did it this year, this time at Al's house. Al and two of her friends have a cool, old, big house with lots of windows that I like a lot. She and her roommates made pasta pomodoro and salad for us, which was delicious (even if I have to quell my desire for things like meat and cheese when I'm around them). It was so delicious that I actually ate the tomatoes in it--comradexavier should be proud of me--because I could eat faster if I didn't bother to pick them out.
Anyway, asmllesarah (back from France, she's now part of the Thursday night ritual as well) and I were milling around their kitchen waiting for the food to be ready, I started playing with the magnetic letters on their refrigerator. Actually, I saw a sideways N next to an I and an X, so I had to turn the N so it looked like one, and found a U to put in front of those three letters. "Look, I made a word," I told Sarah.
"Unix?" she said. I don't think she thought it was a word.
Having noticed us, Al exclaimed, "Chicks dig Unix!" This may seem random but I think it might be the only thing Allison associates with the word; I remember telling her about the ThinkGeek t-shirt that says that, because she then pointed out to me that there's no discernable difference between "Chicks dig Unix" and "Chicks dig eunuchs" (a joke which I felt I was the last person in the world to get, though that's probably not so).
For futher proof that Sarah didn't think this was a word, she grabbed a nearby T and put it in front of my word.
"Tunix, huh?" I said.
"I like it better," she said. I smiled.
star_eyed_lady and I found something we had in common: though neither of us watches a lot of television, we both like "CSI," and both thought none of our friends did. So we started watching it together; nearly every Thursday she'd come over to my house--because I had a kitchen and a fairly big TV--we'd make something cool and vegan for dinner, and watch "CSI." Somehow Katie and Josh got involved as well, so they'd come too, or we'd go to their house. The prospect of good food and time with friends is of course at least as interesting as the show, good as it is.Last night was the first time we did it this year, this time at Al's house. Al and two of her friends have a cool, old, big house with lots of windows that I like a lot. She and her roommates made pasta pomodoro and salad for us, which was delicious (even if I have to quell my desire for things like meat and cheese when I'm around them). It was so delicious that I actually ate the tomatoes in it--
comradexavier should be proud of me--because I could eat faster if I didn't bother to pick them out.Anyway, as
mllesarah (back from France, she's now part of the Thursday night ritual as well) and I were milling around their kitchen waiting for the food to be ready, I started playing with the magnetic letters on their refrigerator. Actually, I saw a sideways N next to an I and an X, so I had to turn the N so it looked like one, and found a U to put in front of those three letters. "Look, I made a word," I told Sarah."Unix?" she said. I don't think she thought it was a word.
Having noticed us, Al exclaimed, "Chicks dig Unix!" This may seem random but I think it might be the only thing Allison associates with the word; I remember telling her about the ThinkGeek t-shirt that says that, because she then pointed out to me that there's no discernable difference between "Chicks dig Unix" and "Chicks dig eunuchs" (a joke which I felt I was the last person in the world to get, though that's probably not so).
For futher proof that Sarah didn't think this was a word, she grabbed a nearby T and put it in front of my word.
"Tunix, huh?" I said.
"I like it better," she said. I smiled.