This is all the stuff that wouldn't fit anywhere else. Enter at your own risk.
Histories of Halloween:
So, Um, What's With the Halloween Thing?
Why is There an Entire Website Devoted to Your Wedding?
Who Wrote the Poem from Your Invitation?
What the Hell Does "Lagniappe" Mean?
So, Um, What's With the Halloween Thing?
Halloween happens to be our favorite holiday. In addition, this date will give Mark a leg up on remembering our anniversary. It's never a bad idea to give husbands as much help as possible in this arena. (Plus, it permits him to make jokes such as, "My wife is such a witch, I had to marry her on Halloween." It's never a bad idea to let husbands make silly jokes at your expense, either. It doesn't hurt you any, and it just amuses the daylights out of them.)
Why is There an Entire Website Devoted to Your Wedding?
Why not?
No, seriously: We decided to create a Website rather than sending out a packet of information along with the invitation because:
Who Wrote the Poem from Your Invitation?
The poem is called "Halloween" and was written by Dexter Kozen. It's apparently been set to music by a band called Severe Tire Damage (don't ask). Here's the music, if you're interested.
What the Hell Does "Lagniappe" Mean?
It's New Orleans slang, and means "a little something extra." It sounds classier than "stuff we couldn't figure out where else to put."
The Ghosts That Haunt Me - Crash Test Dummies There's a skeleton in everybody's closet I can think of one or two in my own room But I would like to introduce them both to you You'd shake their bony hands and so dispell the gloom 'Cause you're so kind I know you would not mind You'd send away the ghosts that haunt me now And the things I fear Just wouldn't seem so near And when I stroll out late at night There would be nothing rattling at my heels There are nights when all my aching bones won't let me sleep And demons come to plague me as I lie in bed But I know if you were sleeping there beside me then That you could fend them off and they would let me rest There are nights When the wind comes howling through my old place I have dreams And I wake up with the sweat pouring down my face And I wait till the morning comes There will come a time I fear when all my days are done And they will come collect my corpse and bury me And then I hope you'll come over to the Other Side To join me in our new life, keep me company
If you've been invited to our wedding you (presumably) know at least one of us, but you might not know us both. (There's no truth to the rumor that there's a strong correlation between knowing both of us and experiencing psychotic episodes. [There's some correlation, sure, but not a strong one.]) With that in mind (Har!), here are short bios of the bride and groom.
| Jenna |  | |
| Born: | November 9, 1968 Anaheim, CA | |
| Occupation: | Senior Internet Infrastructure Architect (this is a fancy phrase meaning "Web Geek") for Nasdaq Global. Free-lance Web consultant, Webmistress of WebMoose. | |
| School: | CSU Fullerton, Computer Science | |
| Hobbies: | In her spare time, Jenna likes to cook, quilt, garden, host science fiction chats on AOL, and annoy people via the Internet. | |
| Mark | ||
| Born: | April 16, 1956 Eastern Shore of MD | |
| Occupation: | Owner of J.H. Willey Furniture Network. | |
| School: | University of Virginia, English | |
| Hobbies: | Sleeping (seldom indulged), reading, cooking, and trying (generally unsuccessfully) to explain his sense of humor to others. |
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