The Richard Watterson pizza trick.

Crazy Castle 2 I realize he meant. He probably never saw the 2.

It should be noted it feels different for everyone. Whenever I’ve had a true partner, it feels like I found a lost part of me.

The password for the final level of Crazy Castle on the Gameboy is GIFT.

(I have a friend with hyperthymesia and this was the last thing we spoke about)

What has four wheels and flies?

It depends on the predator. Very few people call snakes or spiders cute, them being the two animals with phobias topping every list of phobias (going so far as to inspire notions that fear of them are biologically imprinted in our psyche). Maybe it’s the venom.

It’s certainly one I see a lot. Though I for one couldn’t imagine having a BF traverse the world for me. Imagine if it didn’t work out or stand the test of time.

What brought you so far across the world?

I’m surprised at all the Australian answers here.

2D art or do you mean like figurines?

Why specifically a typewriter?

Australia seems to be a surprisingly popular answer here.

I didn’t know you could send cookies internationally like that.

Why via France though?

I’ve been noticing here Australia tends to be popular as a mailing destination.

Hopefully he didn’t have to pay the long distance fee.

South or North (asking under the impression they still have occasional English teachers in the North)?

My answer would actually relate to North Korea. Dumb younger me thought “if they have no technology, I bet someone there would appreciate being a penpal”. In hindsight I fear the results.

It depends on where in America/Dubai.

Do you two still communicate?

I can’t prove it nowadays, but I once remarked that society should find a way for homeless people to be separated by how they became homeless.

The context was that homelessness is a spectrum and that being indiscriminate when doing anything related to the homeless downplays the enormous gap between forms of it. I’ve been on both sides of it before; I’ve technically been “homeless” (I’ve had a roof over my head for as long as I can remember, but it was often couch-hopping), as well as have done things related to the homeless. Sometimes I ask about it, I expect by now it might range between “I’m a teetotaler whose house burnt down and I’ve been on the streets ever since” to “I keep getting a home but keep losing it in shady gambles”. Surely homelessness is a case-by-case thing, right?

People are blind to these differences, however. To most outsiders, homelessness is just homelessness. From the outside, these things don’t come to mind when people are protective, so if you mention wanting to do it case-by-case, you feel the wrath of the population who I have seen seemingly insist I’m being discriminatory over victims of a sensitive topic. I think maybe a few hundred or so people weighed in against me. It was not only what many might call the most particularly severe example but also one of the earliest. The tragically “funny” thing is that it’s one of those things where most people immediately learn the reality of as soon as they become a victim of homelessness, actually interact with them, or even spend time in a psych ward like me because a lot of them turn themselves in because it means you’ll get care, so it becomes one of those things that’s said to be like a litmus test for if someone is genuinely associated with it versus someone who sees portrayals of it and tries to look like they are.