one of those posts for which a song lyric title might be inappropriate

[enthusiastick]

The thing is, I meant to include this at the end of my post yesterday. I've been meaning to do it for days. Only it didn't really fit the tone of the post, and anyway it slipped my mind.

Which is ultimately a good thing, because it gave time for the following words to be posted elsewhere:

"Which brings up one of the amazing sides of all of this. The response to the proposal has been staggering. Weds and I have been downright delighted with the comments and responses and calls of 'Dude' and 'Merf' and 'Woot' all over the web. On Sunday, we sat for a while in an internet cafe, waiting for some friends of hers to join us for fast nosh and squeeing and the like. We did vanity searches and Technorati searches and giggled at comments and acted... well, like a pair of giddy kids who just got engaged in front of the freaking planet. People have been fantastic, and we are really, really touched. And thank you all."

So let me be the umpty-billionth person to say it: congratulations to demiurgent and weds. Felicitations on the endeavor that is, in my mind at least, the logical conclusion of what demiurgent once eloquently described as "the thing of besotted." Also way to make me feel like a dink for electing to skip Arisia when they stopped selling full weekend passes before I even got out of work on Friday. Or, to put it more simply:

Dude.