Dryden (who writes with much greater brevity and clarity than I can hope to, finding his way swiftly to the mot juste):

People I know need to stop growing up and getting married, it makes the rest of us look like manbabies in the light of their radiant adulthood. Seriously though, Chris, you're pretty much synonymous with Gaygamer at this point, so for you to tie the knot is kind of a big deal for all of us. Congratulations!

Our little girl is growing up. *casually wipes away a tear*

Super Swede (who writes with far more poesy than I could ever muster):

If there's one thing that can be said about Wootini, it's that he's a rather fetching young lad: showcasing his pinchable cheeks, toned arms, and what my grandmother probably would have called, "abs that simply do not end," for the benefit of the internet at large. Stranger still, despite being a chiseled monument to the Y chromosome, he happens to be genuinely nice - and I say this from the uninhabitable tundra that is Minnesota: a place where feigning pleasantness is an art form unto itself.

Indeed, having already drowned Gaia in a sea of straight-lady tears, our comrade now turns his attention to the world of men - and in entering the sacred union of matrimony, consigns all Mandom to the cruel realization that he is, at long last, completely unattainable.

Yet something crawls into the heartspace of yours truly: a sensation that sages of old once called "joy." Having been fortunate enough to share Wootini's company on the site - during which I've developed quite a fondness for him, his rather impressive work ethic, and his effortless charm - I couldn't be happier to see one of my fellow writers begin the rest of his life, with the one he loves.

So congratulations to Chris and his lovely man! May your days be filled with giddiness, your night be filled with loveliness - and of course, may the arrhythmic tapping of fingers on buttons ring out in your humble abode, until the two of you go splendidly, splendidly mad.