And As Long As I’m Celebrating My Own Marriage…

… Allow me also to note that there are 8,500 couples who yesterday were celebrating the fact that others like them who want to get married will continue to be able to do so. It’s nice to be married. It’s nice to be able to get married, too. And most of all, it’s nice when people trying to keep others from getting married don’t get to.

(Updated for accuracy)


Last Day to Donate, Plus Betting Pool With a Sweet Prize

Remember that at 11:59 and 59 seconds pm I stop taking donations for the “Drag Scalzi’s Ass to the Creation Museum” thing (I’m going to set that for midnight in the Pacific Time Zone, however, to give you laid-back California stragglers a chance to get your act together).

At this point, it does no harm to note that both the goals I’ve set for the donation drive have been met and then some; you guys both suck and rock. So if you donate at this point, what you’ll be donating toward is getting the goodies, which are a short story (contextually appropriate and likely to be humorous) and some other unspecified thing which I won’t tell you about yet but should note that I’ve bought the ingredients for it. No, I’m not baking you all schadenfreude pie. You can’t send that by e-mail. Anyway, I promise they’ll be fun goodies, and I’m hoping to reach a nice round number of donations, so: Last chance, folks.

To sweeten the deal, I’m opening up a betting pool: Folks who donate (or have donated) can guess in this comment thread how much has been donated; the one who gets closest to the exact amount gets a special prize: A copy of the Super Mega Ultra Rare “How I Proposed to My Wife: An Alien Sex Story” chapbook. The only people who can’t participate are folks who I have told how much I’ve collected so far (I know who they are), and I would ask them not to share the information, even though depending on when they asked, the information is totally outdated. Everyone else who has donated is able to make a guess.

There are fewer than 200 copies of this particular chapbook out there, so for those of you who are collectors, this is good stuff (and for everyone else, it’s a pretty funny story). But to have a shot at it, you have to donate, and then you have to guess what the final amount donated will be. You have the donation deadline above; let’s say the betting poll deadline is noon tomorrow (eastern time). That’s when I’ll announce the final tally for donations. So get those donations in!

So: Those of you who donated — What do you think the final tally will be?


My Marriage Proposal

Thirteen years ago today I proposed to my wife, the then-Kristine Blauser, in my newspaper column in the Fresno Bee. It was one day before the first anniversary of our first official date; we got married one day and two years after our first official date. If you add that up you’ll note that this means we have a three-day anniversary festival every year. This comes in handy; for example, this year, when Krissy and I are going out and about tonight to celebrate our life together. Go us.

I can’t remember the last time I posted the column in which I proposed to Krissy, so I’m posting it here behind the cut, so those of you who want to avoid the schmoopy-moopyness (or alternately, the terror that was me as a 24-year-old newspaper columnist) can do so. But personally, I still like the column, both for what it says, and for the fact that I got to propose to my wife in front of a couple hundred thousand people, which is a nice trick if you can get away with it.


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