You were talking about that stuff that went down in 2011, and I did some mental math and realized I was around for that. (Man, that was a sucky time to be an ace on tumblr.) I feel like we should get medals for having survived that.

Yesssss. You should also do the thing. Everyone should do the thing who likes Scotch.

Thanks! Good luck on your exams too.

I guess they could still leave today or tomorrow, but still… *sharpening kitchen knives*

And whooooo boy was that an adventure!  So Boston is getting a new digital application form for the 'registration of intention to marry.'  writingfromfactorx and I were the third couple to use it.  Ever. We were also the first same sex couple, as far as I can tell, and the first international couple. What did this mean?  We were guinea pigs.  SCREEEEEE!  SCREE SCREEEEEE!   So we fill out ALL THE FORM.  It's pretty straight forward, pretty easy.  It seems to be working without a hitch.  Go us!  We managed to do the thing!   We hit the big, shiny button at the bottom to submit it aaaaaaaand... Error: Blah blah blah, binary problem, blah blah blah will be truncated.  Contact an administrator. Okay.  We call over the jovial lady who seems to be in charge and go 'uuuuuuuuuuuuuh, the thing is not working.'  The lady blinks and starts looking for the problem.  What could it be?  The two couples ahead of us didn't have any problems!  She calls tech support and we go over things. Well, maybe it's because I'm Canadian.  Maybe I need to put my province of birth with the city rather than with the country.  Nope.  That doesn't work.  Could it be a comma in the wrong place?  Nope.  Writingfromfactorx was born on an Air Force base, that must be it!  Nope.  Okay...  The addresses aren't displaying properly, could that be the problem?  We manage to get them displaying properly.  Nope.  Nope nope nope. Finally another lady comes over and we're looking for anything that could need to be truncated. Well.  My family has a tendency towards very long-winded birth names.  My birth name and my father's full name are both 27 letters.  We delete one of my father's middle names and.... MAGIC!  IT WORKS!  THE FORM GOES IN! There is excitement!  Couple number three has succeeded!  The lady in charge comes with a camera and asks us to pretend to fill in the form so she can take a picture.  We do! We sign all the paperwork.  ALL OF IT.  We swear it's all true.  We go on our way.   Now we wait for Thursday, so we can pick it up and get officially hitched, but man, what an adventure.  PIONEERS OF HIGH TECH MARRIAGE!  WE ROCK!

I wish he'd go back to talking about ants. I'd respect him a lot more if he didn't so clearly not know what he was talking about.

I briefly considered trying to tag it with warnings like "that Celebrian fanfic" or as "C*l*br**n" as it was once known in some circles, just to save some souls, but I decided that no one would have thought to set up blocks against its evil.