But first, I bundled up. My mom made this hat. My mom made this scarf.
oonh speaks in words you can't find in the dictionary.
But sometimes you can google them.
He makes doodles that are at once precise and abstract, and evoke odd feelings of elation.
And he performs magic with these.
In fact, he uses (and designs) many tools to create fantastical rainbows.
Some Hungarian forints in my wallet invoked a probing into the devalued Hungarian pengő, a currency from the early part of the last century whose value had many orders of magnitude (i.e. lots of zeroes).
Then we left the house. This is Owen's local.
Dosa & Curry had just reopened, in time for us to murder its buffet.
I exchanged a few Hungarian forints for some Wonzlo Sterling.
Quick and necessary Douglas Adams binge.
This box contains exactly what it says it does. oonh removes the corners from his papers. Down with rectangles.
I tried to operate a 3Doodler. As you can see, I've not got the hang of it.
Then my taxi had arrived. I grabbed a quick selfie. oonh is a real friend, in this dimension and many others.
Owen, I liked the part where we were typing on two keyboards attached to the same open text document. That was a giggle fest. And of course, I'm always thrilled to go through your papers, journals, and drawings. I eagerly anticipate our next reunion.