Isotope
During my brief stint in Jakarta (where I hope future stints will involve less brevity and fewer wedding-related functions) I was reunited with my good friend, succinctly nicknamed The Nuclear Configurations of the Interjection Oh: watching my sixteen year-old cousin and her dance troupe sashay towards center stage at their high school festival, I thought Oh! How exciting! Several unanticipated hip-thrusts and seated spread-eagles later, I thought Oh. Isn’t this a Catholic school? Upon reviewing the adjective employed in that last question I realised, Ohhhhhh. Okay then.
