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Surfacing

So, there I went disappearin’ again. Sometimes, I don’t update often because I haven’t got anything to say. Other times, not so much. The longer I let things go, the more I feel like I have to write a book to catch up, which triggers my avoidant tendancies. So I’m not gonna write about the family reunion trip way back in July, or going up to the North Georgia Celtic Festival on August 1. Those links have pictures go, so that’s worth a few thousand words.

August 6th is the day most of you want to hear about. That’s the day that kitanzi and I went down to the Fulton County courthouse to get married, with maedbh7 and telynor along to witness the affair.

The ceremony itself was a bit surreal. We wanted this to be as low-key as possible, in order to avoid the various headaches that proper weddings would entail, but even so, I was bemused at the process. We arrived downtown at a bit after noon, and well before the 2:30pm start time, so we wandered down into Underground Atlanta for some lunch at Mick’s. Fed and fortified, we made our way over to Pryor Street and up to the second floor. There was almost a problem over my camera, since it could be used as a recording device, which aren’t allowed in the courthouse as a rule, but they let me keep it.

We waited outside the courtroom with a few other couples who had shown up. there were only about 8 folks waiting outside, so at first I thought this was going to be a small and quick affair. But once the doors opened, people kept filing in. And filing in. And filing in. They eventually moved the spectators over to the Jury box as all the benches were full up with folks wanting to get married. Once everyone was seated, the Dour Bailiff and the Court Clerk went over the rules, and then had us all shuffle up to sign the register. kitanzi and I were couple 25, and somewhere in the middle, so there must have been 40-50 couples there.

Once we were all resituated, the judge came out and said a few words. At first, I was a bit alarmed that the couples themselves were going to be asked to say some words of their own, but thankfully, that wasn’t the case, or we might still be there. It still took a while, but kept ourselves entertained, between people watching, making faces at maedbh7 and telynor over in the jury box, and idle conversation. (Amusement for the polyfolk reading: While waiting to be called up, Kit turns to me and says, “So, are you and X ever going to have that date you keep getting put off?” “Dunno, depends on her schedule, doesn’t it?”)

At last, it was our turn. Being a civil ceremony, the vows were nice and simple: Do you, person1, take person2 to be your lawfully wedded husband|wife? I answered “Without hesitation”, and she said “absolutely”, and we went back to sit down. Once everyone had gone through this, rings were exchanged (though I still don’t have one…hard to find them in my size “off the rack”, and we can’t budget permenant custom rings until after Worldcon, but the ring we found for Kit looks wonderful on her finger.

And so we walked out into the Atlanta sun as husband and wife.

We had a thought to walk over to the Westin Peachtree for a drink in the skylounge, but telynor didn’t want to walk that far, so we headed instead up to Sandy Springs to browse about the Phoenix and Dragon bookstore, and then back up to the apartment briefly before heading out to dinner at Ichiban for habachi and sushi with maedbh7, telynor, tarkrai and his kids. T. and the kids were passing through town on the way back to Michigan from Florida, and unfortunately had to spend far more time here than they intended, due to some car troubles. But it was nice to see them the brief period that we did.

So there you have it, the tale of kitanzi and autographedcat and how they went and got themselves married on a Friday afternoon. Here’s some pictures. Y’all enjoy.

Several things making me happy today

First of all, happy birthday wishes to my partner-in-crime, fleetfootmike!

Second of all, I get to go pick up maedbh7 from the train station in about an hour!

Third of all, elynne pointed me at this lovely parody. (telynor will especially enjoy this one, I think.)

Fourth of all, I’m getting married tomorrow! Wheee!

Wow…

We have the bestest friends.

Falling Into a Black Hole

That’s what I seem to have done this month. I had mean to write a bit about the family reunion back on July 4th, and about playing City Of Heroes and about myriad other things that have been going on, but I really just have been in “avoidance” mode lately, and I’m not sure why.

Not just avoiding here, either. I was politely informed by a mutual friend that someone I love deeply thought I was neglecting her becuase I had been so out of touch. The last two weeks, especially, I’ve been in a bit of a funk, and mostly being antisocial.

So, apologies on the absense. I’ll try and be here more.

Yesterday turned into an unexpectedly busy day. I was on my way back from our data centre where I was reinstalling the OS on a server, when I got a call from kitanzi indicating that she found out if we wanted to get married next friday at the courthouse, we had to have our license arranged at least 24 hours *before*. So I took a long lunch and we ran down to the courthouse to file for that. We now have a marriage license, and on August 6th, at approximately 2:30pm, we will officially be married.

Picked up telynor from the train station after work, and got her safely to our home. We’ll have her as a guest for a few days. It’s really lovely to see her.

I started this entry with a notion to say something or another, but I appear to just be rambling, so I’ll sign off now. Hope all of you are wonderful!

And now, here’s something you’ll REALLY like…

From the warped and twisted imagination of Randy (kobold) Milholland:

http://www.freeikicks.com/

Here, there be wisdom

Garrison Keillor writes about our values:


This is Democratic bedrock: we don’t let people lie in the ditch and drive past and pretend not to see them dying. Here on the frozen tundra of Minnesota, if your neighbor’s car won’t start, you put on your parka and get the jumper cables out and deliver the Sacred Spark that starts their car. Everybody knows this. The logical extension of this spirit is social welfare and the myriad government programs with long dry names all very uninteresting to you until you suddenly need one and then you turn into a Democrat. A liberal is a conservative who’s been through treatment.

(thanks to filkertom for the link)

This is probably surprising to no one who knows me…

Body Positive
You scored 98 for Positive Physicality!

Wow! You are probably a nudist, certainly sexually liberated, and you think the physical universe is a wonderful place to live! Learning about living things and where human beings came from is exciting. Chances are you’d agree that the fashion and diet industries are a blight on our society. You probably think the prudish fundamentalist complaints about “lewdness” are part of the very problem they say they’re fighting against, too: that the hypocrisy of hiding everything sexual behind a veneer of respectability is precisely what creates the obsession with fake, processed sex that drives the porn industry. But I’m preaching to the converted here, aren’t I? Keep pushing those boundaries!

If you want to tell friends about The Positive Physicality Test, here’s the url:
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=1513919932029819966

What would you like to do…?

Meme going around, taken from cadhla, among many others:

“If you and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing?”

Once you’ve answered, you can post this in your journal, and see what folks want to do with you. 🙂

There ain’t no doubt in no one’s mind that love’s the finest thing around…

Normally, phone calls that wake me up first thing in the morning make my grumpy. This one didn’t.

Congratulations to telynor and filceolaire!!!

Chuckle of the morning

Heard on NPR this morning, in a discussion about notions of beauty in fairy tales (slightly paraphrased from memory):

In a Grimm’s tale, when a women was called beautiful meant she was docile, domesticated, subservient–quite often comatose….”
–Jack Zipes, folklorist

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