Back to your begining

I can't say how much I've missed writing here. I don't know how many people read this blog and over the years I've stopped caring, the current name of the blog reflects this, Anglemeister Chronicles, MY chronicles. I write what I want to write when I feel I need to write it. Today, I write not because I missed the blog, but because I felt compelled to. I felt compelled to return to a beginning of sorts for me. I cringe at my younger self's ideas about what constituted a blog post, yet I want to leave most of those posts up, as a reminder.

I've never kept a journal for more than a few hours. This blog fills that gap, I have changed so dramatically in these short three years that I am shocked. I've lost my way, it's hard for me to realize this but it is so apparent. I feel like I've worn and outgrown so many skins that I almost forgot what was always underneath. I think now is the time to become acquainted with myself. It seems scared is a reoccurring theme.

From the beginning, I am Angel. I come from two Mexican parents and I have one younger sister along with dozens of cousins, aunts, and uncles, and I mean baker's dozens. I love my family, no matter what they say or do. Whether or not I ever feel like I belong, whether or not I ever feel accepted, I love them. They love me, I'm sure, most of the time. I feel they are simply misguided at times, and I don't know if they trust a stranger like me to guide them through the unfamiliar.

Though, I have to wonder, why does my father act the way he does. He's frigid, he's comical. Where did this strain between us start?

My friends are my most treasured family. Like I said, I love my given family, but I would trust my life to my adopted family. Sometimes I worry though, if I matter as much as they matter to me. This family, I've collected and been collected by over the years, has always been an anchor in my life. Sometimes I sit back and watch my family, grateful. They have been there and understood me time and time again. I hope that even when our lives scatter us, we do not lose our bond.

I feel stress, all the time. I live with consequences of actions from a different Angel. I wish so often to go back and change, until I realize that I wouldn't be where I am without this. Thats how I push through it. I diminish my stress and my problems too often. I think, "that way, I don't have to worry. Compared to them, my problems are nothing." The question remains though, "Then why I am I so stressed by them?"

I am selfless, I am selfish. I want to hear about peoples troubles, to be there for them, as they would for me. I want to feel heard, to have someone to actually hear and feel what I go through, as I wish to do for others. I want to know about you, but I want to talk about me. I don't like to talk because I love to listen, but I want to say everything that's on my mind, even if it's weird, abnormal or downright creepy. I could listen to you talk for days. I can't stand the sight of you. I miss you all the time, but I wish you would go away for a long, long time. I want to hug you and cry on your shoulders when I've had a rough day, as if you were my mother and I your four-year old. I wish I could just shrink away, so no one would notice me as you spoke harsh truths you wouldn't admit. I love you, I hate you. This is for no one, this is for everyone. I can never make up my mind.

I've never wanted to off myself. I'm too scared. I appreciate this flawed life too much. The friends and new family. The potential I have. Even when all that crumbled around me, I was scared. Thank the gods for that, I have everything withing reach. For once I can see ahead with confidence and hope, whether those around me see what I see or not when it comes to my future.

I fall in love with people these days, not gender. Apply whatever title or label you wish, I no longer care, just don't tell my folks, I can't bare those looks, not again. My gender is male, but female and everything else as well. I don't think about it much anymore.

What I think about most, is him. I've known him so long, and know so little of him. I feel like a kindred spirit at times. At others, I can't believe who he is. I feel guilty, wanting to change him at times. Then, I realize I only want to make those changes because of other people, I don't care about those same things. I like him for who he can be. The drumming inside my head starts when I'm around you, my heart, I feel like you can hear it. Everyone can hear it, they must, the drumming, driving me crazy like the tick of a tell-tale heart, mine tells a tale as well. Years of yearning, of desire and confusion. You were my catalyst. If not for you, where would I be? I want to tell you, I must have confessed to all but you by now, if the drumming hasn't already. He must already know, I don't care I want to tell him. I wish there were less stigmatic words but I love him. I do, this must be what it feels like. I don't care at all for the heartache, it is of course, inevitable. He doesn't have the same, urges, as I do. No matter, I love him, and as such will be there for him. Whether he is for me. So I must tell you, face to face. I am scared. Please don't make this more difficult.

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Wow, I didn't know where this post was going to go direction-wise when I started and was completely surprised by how this turned into a letter to my friends - err family. I knew I would shed tears, but not that I would confess every muddled though I'd felt about everyone. No, this isn't scary, this is terrifying.

the dollhouse: A sick day musing

The funny thing about being ill, you have the wonderful opportunity to catch up on all that stuff that you've put off for longer than you care to admit but you are not usually in any condition to do any of this work to the best of your ability.

When you know you have homework in advance and have a day at home, you think it's the perfect time to do it. Annoyingly my home life consists of listening to my sister getting into some sort of mischief and my cousins coming over to see her only to jump around the house and yell like monkeys. Not a productive work environment.

Still, there is work to be done. Homework to do, stories to plan, and trying to get into some summer college programs. This last one is going to take away my longest period writing I think. I'm trying to take some classes over the summer to make up for those I've bombed and to clear up schedule for my senior year. I really want to spend as little time as possible there.

I hate saying that, especially since it's practically the only place I can see my friends but it's not a place I feel I will be able to stay on track towards graduating. Due to my own immature decisions my schedule was a mess this semester. Several of the classes I was supposed to take this semester were not given to me, some because I was given other classes that someone mistakingly assumed were at my level, and others because of a conflict with another class I needed to take. I've tried to sort out the ordeal with my classes and found it's been a much more difficult task to accomplish than it ever should be when the reasons are logical.

 As much as I'd like to throw out blame in every direction other than mine, most of this scheduling headache could have been prevented with a little more self-discipline. however, a friend pointed out that I was only one of too many students with scheduling conflicts this semester which I did find a bit... curious. Many of my friends took to attending local community colleges to get the credits they need to graduate. This has resulted in seeing them for the first half of the day only. While the majority of my circle of friends is still around it does still feel emptier.

I know at some point we will all go our separate ways, but I felt that it would come after we were finally free of our dollhouse. But already some actives are being let out of their contracts in pursuit of the real world and I have to wonder if I want to take the first chance out, or make sure everyone makes it out alright.

My sick day musings. If I were sick more often I'd make this a segment of my blog or a column. I'm not sure what it would be called.

I've been thinking

...About vampires. No I haven't but I felt like making a not that vague reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don't have much to report these days that I'm between plots. I'm on winter break so I have one less thing to stress about during the holidays, thank some deity for that. I always take this break as a chance to finally breath. I'm not saying that I don't usually breath, in fact I'm kind of a fan of that activity. What I meant was that I am always wrapped up in something. Usually it's building my stories, often writing, frequently school, occasionally radio, reading books, and anywhere else that it will fit, listening to podcasts. I don't let myself just take a breather often. I'm perpetually charging. Like this:


I'm always plugged into some project or task that I can't just let myself be these days. The holidays are a time of being around the people you love, be it friends, family or both. They're also a time for reflection, especially new years.

Part of this post I think has a lot to do with me running out of media to consume for the break. Usually when I start running out I binge and download about 10 new things to listen to and a handful of shows to watch. Right now I'm almost out. I know where I want to go next to get another fix, but there are other things that need me right now. Like my writing. My novel still needs a couple thousand words. My radio show, needs new content. More urgently, I need to stop being plugged into a wall just charging for a quiet day and get out and use up my battery. On the other hand I do need to slow down a bit and be aware of my surroundings.

Today began unlike most others. I was woken up several times before I finally melted out of bed. I ate mundane breakfast and watched a few DVD's. I didn't burst out of bed dashing all over and buzzing about what I was going to do today. I just enjoyed a morning to myself. No interruptions. After this I had lunch, showered and got on with some of the audio editing I needed to do for my show. That was it. I did go to the station and listened to podcasts still unheard but other than that I surfed the web. It was an unambitious day, but it was good. I liked having a day where I went wherever my mood felt I should and there was nothing stressing me out. Just a nice and cloudy day.

I think I've gloated about my day enough, and meandered plenty. Go ahead and comment, not many do. I won't put in my contact info, most readers already know it. If you don't, check out the contact info page, or every other recent post. I'll have a better and more coherent entry later this week. Well, coherent for me.

Dangerous Writing and Reading

16,110 words. 19 days. I haven't been keeping up with my word count as I should have. I've been slowly grinding my writing wheels at a leisurely pace. From where I stand now I can see the icy winter shores of December right on the horizon. Now more than ever, I have to furiously spin the wheels of my imagination. The literary tapestry I'm weaving is not even close to finished, but I have to hurry. Time is slowly running out.

I attempted NaNoWriMo last year, it was a failure. In fact, it failed so epically that it had to be called an Epic Failé. The accented e is reserved for the most epic of failures in my circle of friends. Now, yes I failed to write a novel last year, this is my motivation for writing at the moment. I have to finish. I need to prove I can do this. That and on my show two Tuesdays ago on Abstract Discourse I said if I didn't finish that I would be punished live on air, but not in THAT way. I mean there's a window, and polite company, god you guys! Sick bastards.

Moving on, this Sunday I'm going to have the perfect writing environment at the Office of Letters and Light's Night of Writing Dangerously.

For those of you who are barely familiar with NaNoWriMo, the Night of Writing Dangerously it's a writing event held in the Julia Morgan ballroom in San Francisco. six straight hours of writing. With raffles and snacks, and tons of writers I can talk to. Or ignore, my choice. If all goes well, my word count will get a maximum 9,000 word boost. If not, I'll still probably have a decent word count boost, plus I'll have met some new people, some of whom, I can hopefully brainwash into joining my Furthest Edge project. A small side note, no news to announce as far as thats concerned except that I've only got two episodes left for this year, weird. So writing, I hope to be doing a lot of it this weekend to catch up.

School is being a pain in my ass, right when I get involved in writing a novel and commit to it, the classes pile it on. I can't answer how many tests I'm taking in the next week and a half. Or the amount of assignments due. I wish I could put all that aside and get to it when I get to it. My grades aren't taking this novel too well. Well only two classes, but they're important ones. My growing apathy isn't helping either. Once upon a time I was eager to go to school, then somewhere along the way I lost that. I could blame the teachers, but for the most part that's not it. I think it's the reality of it all. As time ticks ever so slowly, I'm constantly told that this is important for my future. That it's all riding on how I do this year. I want to write. That's all, I just want to write until I collapse. I feel good when I write, It's more satisfying than turning in a research paper. Or getting a math problem right. I know I should care about that, and to an extent I do, it's just that things are different now, I'm different. I don't have the enthusiasm, Writing is the crack I'm addicted to and I can't get enough. When I'm writing or I'm talking on the radio, it's a rush. I feel such freedom. It's my way to unwind. It relaxes me. It stresses me out at times, frequently actually. Yet, I feel so calm when I just talk with my co-host every week. As much as I love all this though, much to certain people's shock, I don't want to do that for a living.

I once posted a facebook status that went, "I love it too much to want to do it professionally."

At the time I felt that there was too much pressure around jobs and I didn't want my favorite pastime turn into a weekly stress inducing time suck.

Anyways, that's my lament for this post. I have been reading again, last week I talked about books with my co-host Shannon Bowman-Sarkisian and I was motivated to finish off some of the books on my shelf. The Girl in the Arena was one of those books. if you listened to that show, then you know I did not think highly of the book. I soon realized that this was because I stopped right before the story picked up. It is not a magnificent book but it wasn't as bad as I made it out to be. I will be making that clear next Tuesday in my next book review.

I've also been popping back into some of my favorite books, Vintage: A Ghost Story and The Twilight Gods. both paranormal LGBT books, both really close to my heart as a reader. Despite the fantastical situations in the books, I often related to the emotions and confusion and angst that comes from being a teenager. Both were stand alone books, both felt too short, by the end I had fallen in love with the characters and just wanted them to keep going.

So I guess, if any of this spoke to you in any way, comment below. or contact me via all the methods at the end of this post. I also want to pose a question to you readers, what books are your favorites and why. Do you occasionally go back and stroll down memory lane with the characters?

Next week expect me to blog a little about the Night of Writing Dangerously.

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The Chronicler's Return

Hello all, once again I'm not following my blogging schedule, and I haven't been reading things off my list. I know, I know, I'm a very bad Angel.

Now I've already scolded myself so I don't need to do it again publicly. Unless you're into that sort of thing. I'll try to ignore the sexual innuendo and say that I do have things to say regarding...well everything!

Going in chronological order, I'm going to start an October Novelette tomorrow, I intended to start it as soon as October started but I was busy with having nonstop lunch meetings at school for various things I'm involved in. What things you ask? Well I'm glad you asked!

I had a class meeting last Tuesday to talk about our Halloween Carnival and planning the school dance. It's rather sad that the decisions are now being made by a 3rd of the class, at the beginning of the year we made it quite clear that if you aren't going to help raise money for the class then don't bother coming to the meetings. Now there's less chaos coming from those that don't want to be there, unfortunately we had a mandatory class meeting during the first 30 minutes of our 3rd class. I didn't miss the chaos of the old meetings.

Wednesday I was at the Game Day at our school which was put on by the Youth Advisory Council (YAC for short) which I am a part of, we are essentially a drug and alcohol prevention program with a side of peer mentoring. Game Days are fun a lot of the time but It's rather lonely since the afternoons are so bright and sunny now and no one wants to be inside. It isn't actually a meeting but when you're told you HAVE to be there it can feel a lot like one. Thursday I did have an actual YAC meeting and we just did mentoring retrospective and came up with some ideas on how to improve on our mentoring. No big deal.

Friday (yes on a Friday) I had a meeting regarding Youth and Government. I love this program a lot and last year was a total blast to be a part of. We are still covering the basics which is understandable but by this time I was starting to get fed up, although next week we get to talk about sweatshirts (WOOT!)

I'm sure you can see why I would be aggravated to have a meeting during lunch? I know I could quit some of these but there are some decent perks.

1) I get to go on the senior trip provided that my academics are in good standing.

2) I get to get out of classes so I can mentor the lower grades

3) I get to go to Paso Robles and Sacramento.

I do miss hanging out with my friends and being an obstacle in the hall (yes singular) especially since the group's leader, Cap'n Sassy San Pedro Felipe is only at school on Fridays so I don't get to catch up with the Cap'n except in Biology which is after lunch but I must be ever so quiet in order to catch up.

*SIGH*

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARY(ISH) SCHEDULED BLOG POST

I believe I was talking about my Novelette? Ah right, well I have a character I'm preparing for NaNoWriMo named Zyon Cairn. Zyon has the power of Psychometry, meaning he can divine the history of an object or person associated with the object by touching said object. It's a neat little power that will have some hopefully neat consequences as well. How does this relate to the Novelette I'm writing? Well, I decided that I wanted to write something that tied in to my NaNoWriMo novel, So I'm writing a story about a set of characters told by Zyon, his Psychometry allows him to logically have most of the memories of the characters which he acquired from an undetermined object that will be relevant to the story. Zyon feels like the right narrator for this story, plus it allows me to really get to know him before November comes around. I'm hoping to have a lot of fun with the story, once I figure out what the plot is.

While I'm on the subject of writing, I have to have a scary story ready to turn in by Monday and I still don't know what to write, I may just throw together a fantasy story with subliminal gay undertones. That's always fun.

Last Friday I turned in my English assignment in which I had to write a Public Service Announcement, I decided to do one for NaNo. I want to get it back on Monday so I can record it and through it online! I'm proud of this little PSA, it doesn't seem like anything special but I had fun writing it!

I seem to be finding the perfect segues today because I have a friend who wrote a PSA regarding the several suicides of teen gay males. I won't go into a whole rant on this because I am slightly pressed for time but I did bring it up because on October 20th which happens to be my birthday, there is a number of people who will be wearing purple in memory of the teens who committed suicide, I know what I will be wishing for on my birthday. I just wanted to inform those of you who were not aware.

Segueing to lighter matters, I'm still going to the Shakira concert in Oakland on the 22nd. Really excited for this! On October 26th Geist by Philippa Ballantine comes out, Pip is a podcast author, therefore I am excited about the release of her book. I am also excited because I read the first chapter of her new book on the book's website, BooksOfTheOrder.com and I definitely want to buy the book. Not only am I going to buy a copy, but I hope to win another copy and if I can buy a third copy so that I have one for me, a loaner copy, and a copy to give to a friend.

In November I hope to do some more writing themed posts, and/or link to my daily novel progress, again really excited.

I'm not sure if this is in November or December, but I will be in Paso Robles for a weekend in one of those months for the Youth and Govt. meeting. I don't have to go but I would like to see everyone I met there again, If it's in November it will through off my daily word count, so that's not so exciting.

In December I will be finished with the Cybrosis novel on my radio show Furthest Edge, which you can become a fan of over on the facebook gadget to the right. I will either go on a winter hiatus or do guest interviews. What do you think? I'm going to make a poll for this blog and on facebook. Expect that widget up soon.

This is all I'm up to, I am still reading other things off my Kindle app but I hope to finish my book list by the end of the year or early next year. I feel bad for not being further ahead. By the way, I've recently been copying all the stories my friends have sent me and turning them into e-books so I can read them in bed with the lights off, the only time I actually can slow down enough to enjoy a good story.

You know, I didn't think this post would be as long as it turned out to be... I guess I have more stuff going on in my life than I claim.

I do have a number of other things I want to discuss, but there shall be other posts for that. For now, know that your Chronicler has returned and he will continue to be the scatter-minded rambly writer blogger you have come to...appreciate?

Ooh! I just remembered this, I'm considering turning my NaNoWriMo Novel into a podcast! I plan to bring it up on the forums but I wanted to immortalize it here first, but I want to bring in any willing participants, I need voice actors and I would like to not have to kidnap them in order to have them. I do would like to podcast other NaNo-er's novels afterwards but I will just have to see if people are interested. My novelette may become the first installment of the new Furthest Edge, coming 2011 and possibly other local writers will contribute and if things work out even some NaNo-er's works.


I think that's absolutely all I have to say.

As always, my contact info:

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- Warm regards, your Chronicler

An Asshole

So once more someone has managed to spoil my generally good mood by being an asshole and pissing me off, who is this person you ask? None other than your's truly.

Now before people start saying, "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You have to have good self esteem...blah, blah, blah." I just want to say I'm don't have a low self esteem (most of the time) and I'm not being hard on myself, I'm acknowledging my annoying behavior today and realizing how much I'm pissed off that I acted that way.

Why am I an asshole? I took on too many things at once and allowed them all to go craptastic on my part. these three things being, My Radio show, my participation in the SafeHaven Podcast, and catching up with a close friend.

Now I don't think I've properly pimped out the fact that I now am part of the SafeHaven crew. I have joined in to add to the geekery over at http://southernscifisociety.libsyn.com/ but more on that below.

So back to what I was saying, I ended up doing all of those things simultaneously, managing my radio show which was having issues of it's own what with me being stuck with fucking audacity to edit down my show. another side frustration was how long it took to break up since it was a whole 41 minutes as opposed to the average 30 minutes.

Anyway, I also was participating in SafeHaven, my frustration here was that I wasn't really contributing, I joined the crew hoping to add something to it, but I still have yet to move past the occasional humorous quip. I feel that I was just...there. I feel I should actively participate or just get gone. I'm not saying I don't want to be part of the crew, If any of the crew is reading this, know I want to be there, but I don't want to just sit there. Hopefully when we do the "Vampire Smackdown" episode as I like to call it I'll be much more active.

Also suffering due to my stupid idea to multi-task, was my show. I probably had the absolute WORST show ever tonight. first off I was not really minding the show as much as I was listening in on SafeHaven. On top of that I was running the latest Cybrosis off my Laptop, and for some reason It played but didn't register on the VU meters (if you don't know what any of this is, skip ahead to next frustration. At the moment I can't explain it with out getting irrationally pissed off at having to explain it) So I had no real idea if the audio was coming in at the right level. Additionally, because of my focus on SafeHaven I was hasty and sloppy in preforming my Radio Host duties of reading our Underwriting and PSA's (I refer you to the previous parenthesis) I made tons of rookie mistakes this time such as leaving my mic when I went and played an audio track, also not double checking I had the three tracks in the appropriate order and then having to skip over one leaving moments of unprofessional dead air and fumbling as well as confusion for the poor listener.

now as for the conversation, I ended up also talking to a friend who I haven't been in steady communication with as of late. I may have blown a chance to get to keep in touch with her as much as I like, because me being an asshole I ended up mostly ignoring her as she kept trying to message me via Facebook Chat. Now I was keeping track of a couple pressing matters and probably shouldn't have started the conversation in the first place knowing I was busy, but I figured I could keep track of everything. Unfortunately not. I ended up ignoring her for at least 15 minutes before she said she had to go. She said she had to get off the computer but a part of me just knew that It was mostly because of my rude asshole behavior. Just because I'm doing a radio station doesn't mean I can get away with ignoring my friends in that way, then just go I'm sorry and everything go back to normal. It was just rude of me to do.

You can try and tell me that everyone has off days and that I'm not an asshole, but I think I was an asshole. I mean all the events that pissed me off except for the technical difficulties were my fault and could have been avoided if I had been more responsible or had said, "Look, I can't juggle all of this I have to focus on what is most pressing"

On a new Tangent, I have recently had more stress in my life due to the fact that I have been taking on lots of projects and their responsibilities, I've already mentioned the Radio show and the Podcast but I haven't mentioned I am still taking on the role of writer and am supposed to be cranking out scripts for Furthest Edge in September, on top of that I should be studying for summer school.

Tomorrow is my last day of summer school where I find out if I pass the integrated science course I bombed last year. After tomorrow I get to enjoy a full three weeks before school starts up again. Yay, a whole three weeks were I can enjoy the sun and get out and see my friends - wait a second, I forgot I spend every hour of daylight at the radio station! Yup I haven't put myself in a situation to truly savor the summer and it's practically over already, another reason for me to be pissed off at myself.
On top of those things I still haven't completed a summer assignment I received for English because for the second consecutive year, I lost the fucking packet. way to fucking go Angel. Did I mention I piss myself off? Or that I have to pick up a retainer to replace the one I fucking lost when I recorded my last Anglemeister Chronicles Podcast?

So yea I'm really annoyed with myself right now. I'll probably take a nap and get over it tomorrow but I had to at least vent my feelings however erratic they may be. I'm sorry that this entry was both Erratic and Depressing (again, more reason to be pissed). I'll try to do better next time, hopefully I will have improved and be less of an asshole.

Time for my now trademark plugging of my social networks

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The Tour of Earthly Delights

Hello people! So most of the people reading this are still winding down from Sunday's 4th of July festivities! I personally had a quiet 4th of July and went to the movies on Monday, but nothing too exciting. I do however have something coming up soon that I'm really excited about this year.

I will be going to "The Tour of Earthly Delights" for those who don't know what that is The tour is Shakira's latest global tour for both She Wolf (or Loba in some areas) and Sale el Sol which is her album coming out in September. The Tour is coming to the Oracle Arena in Oakland October 23rd I believe. Well surprisingly enough that's 3 days after my birthday! My dad a had running joke that if Shakira ever came by on Tour that he would take me. When I heard about "The Tour of Earthly Delights" I practically begged for him to take me, getting to see Shakira live in concert has kind of been a big deal for me considering I pretty much grew up on her music (thanks mom!). I have my tickets already and recently loaded my iPod with her CD's which used to be on my old computer (I finally decided to transfer her albums onto my new Laptop)

I do get teased a lot about my love for Shakira's music (Molly...) well, seeing as how I'm going to her concert for my 16th birthday and I don't really care anymore I will say right now, I love her music. Deal with it!

So I guess I'll end this with a quote from her song, "Costume Makes The Clown"

"I'm not a virgin, but I'm not the whore you think"

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Anglemeister Chronicles Podcast 01 - Audio Blog #1 and 50th Blog Entry

So this is it. The Big 50. I gotta say I was starting to doubt I'd ever get here, especially after all the more than month long gaps between entries. Surprisingly enough I've kept it up this long and I intend to keep on keeping it up. So as a sort of treat, I recorded this Audio Blog a few hours ago on top of a hill overlooking Pescadero and rambled on. I don't think I did a splendid job of editing out background noise, such as that mysterious buzz-like chirping. I did not edit out much content, or any at all but this was an impromptu dive into Audio Blogs. I figured I may as well just get everything out I didn't have that many gaps of silence so I'll leave it as is and make up for it with a much better segmented purposeful Audio Blog.

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Now, A semi-good recording Isn't all I'm adding to this milestone entry. Nope, I do have more to add, but before I do, I'd like to give a list of people who I thank for my return to this Blog as well as to the initial creation of the blog.

>> First, I'm going to thank my friend Molly my dear friend and often times encouraging antagonist (=P)

>> Hanna my fellow writer and confidante. we should be awkward more often!

>> Gavin, my always amusing friend and favorite kazoo player (If your reading this send me the kazoo sound please? no gaybe about it)

>> The ever awesome Jack Crute I don't think I'd be as consistent with my posts If I hadn't been inspired reading his blog http://Dinokill.com/

>> Jenn Geoppinger, John Pavlich, and pretty much pretty much everyone who's been on either the Dollhouse Podcast or Milk Carton TV for all the laughs and indirect motivation for me to get into both radio and audio blogging.

>> Charlie Chalkley I think nudging you to have a blog did push me to actually have more decent blog posts

>> Billy (Siatabiri) and Bronzethumb thanks to you two, I will eventually start a Amy Acker for next companion! Hopefully on this blog.

>> Whyiwatch you're dollhouse videos reminded me to write something that I'd be proud of (most of the time)

>> David Ault for the encouraging words and the blog comments. All of Darker projects as well for re-igniting my imagination

>> Christof Laputka for the awesome world you created in the Leviathan Chronicles, you motivated me to want to start writing for my own Audio Drama!

>> P.C. Haring many thanks for returning my email about your podcast, I look forward to your next project.

>> my Middle School Language arts teacher Mrs. Talbot, If not for her I wouldn't have even started a blog, and now I'm the one teaching her about blogs, everything comes full circle I guess

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So here you have most of the people how have in one way or another contributed to the Anglemeister Chronicles as it is now, again I thank all of these wonderful folks for what they do and for their direct or indirect encouragement. So here's to 50 entries passed, and to 50 more to come!

~ Anglemeister

Warlocks, Vacatons, & Podcasts Oh My!

So making a quick update this week, mostly because I will be unable to make another one for about 3 weeks (See Below) and update people on some of what I'm doing.

First off there's my Blog Novel/ Story Serial/insert name here: The Warlock Chronicles. It's a story about Aaron, a young warlock who has moved into a new town with his Guardian Tracker, Faith. they intend to start over but old enemies soon descend upon the town and only they can stop them. you can find it at http://thewarlockchronicles.blogspot.com/

Also you can follow the official Warlock Chronicles twitter: @WarlockSerials

Next is my Winter Vacation. As a high schooler, naturally I get 2 weeks off school for Christmas and New Year's. Of course what better way to spend 2 weeks off than to take a 3 week vacation! I'll be leaving the 21st of December and returning somewhere between late January 6 and early (like really early) January 7.
I may or may not end up being able to log on but I have no idea if I'll be able to post anything...

Lastly, coming in 2010, the Productive Idiocy Podcast Will finally kick off with it's first official episode! Featuring me (Angel), Molly and Alec. we shall most likely produce a biweekly topical Podcast covering News articles, as well as Discussions on topics of our own choosing. we will also invite guest hosts and if things go well, have a few interviews along the way. you can find the current website at http://productiveidiocy.blogspot.com/ and you can follow us on twitter @Proidiocy

so, now you know what I'm doing in the next couple weeks, however that isn't the only thing I'm up to. I have many more projects lined up both in and outside of this blog, which I'll reveal in the coming weeks but i have to say goodbye for now and I'll see you then!

~ Anglemeister (Follow Me @Anglemeister)

Fire

Ok, I almost forgot how to use this, it's been so long! So as some people know, i have started writing a new Story Serial, more info later when I can tell u, but i just wanted to share with you an excerpt from the first chapter (which i should probably finish) that I am particularly proud of. I admit it is vary vague as far as descriptions go but i tried to not get so caught up on that and this was my result, please enjoy:


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I turned to see the blazing fire decimating the once nearly flawless looking school. The Fire was 
massive and seemed to sway majestically, I knew that if I went in there I would most likely die within 
the flames, but I had to go in.  She was still in there, trapped. She needed me.
I ran straight at the flames passing through with relative ease. inside it was strange, nothing was 
burned. It was as if the fire couldn't burn the inside, or the fire hasn't ruined this place yet. Whichever 
it was, I had to be on my guard.

the halls were cold, freezing even. I could feel the temperature drop as the seconds rolled on. I heard a voice crying out in pain.

I took off running towards the source as if the fire was chasing after me, suddenly I stopped. This hall, it was blazing hot. Literally. The fire had consumed most of this space, it surrounded and seeped out from the doors and spread sporadically in the hall.

She cried out again.

Like a foolish hero, I made my way through the fire and towards a door that was not yet entirely engulfed by flame. I could see her on the other side, the panic on her face. I told her to step away from the door, I backed up and ran straight at the door. I thought that I would have slammed into the door before busting it down, instead I passed right through it and fell on the ground  in the room.
I stood up and looked around, she was nowhere in sight. I walked towards the windows. somehow, they were intact, I could see the flames engulfing the building and the people watched me with horror yet none dared to move. Something compelled me to put my hand on the glass. my hand seared with pain but I couldn't pull it away. I felt my skin burn like paper. I screamed in agony until finally my hand detached itself from the glass.

The skin on my hand looked ashen, In some areas on it I could see bone. I got up, making my way towards the door and tried the doorknob, no such luck. I peered through the glass on the door, She was standing on the other side, She looked at me with a blank stare. I asked her to let me out. she let a smile dance across her face for a brief second and turned away.

At that moment, the fire behind the windows blew through the glass. I screamed after her, yelling at her to come back. the fire spread around the room. I could feel it surrounding me, it edged closer snapping at my ankles. I tried to yell at the top of my lungs but no sound came out. I pounded at the door as the fire climbed up my legs. Frantic, I clawed at the door, finally feeling the suffocating smoke. My eyes shut tight, the fire enveloped me and I screamed like hell.

Anna VS Brenda

Hey everyone, just finished packing for my trip to Camp Roberts In Paso Robles For Youth and Govt. I'm so stoked(?) and I have a few announcements I guess, First of all, I uploaded 3 new videos on my youtube account, a 3 part series called Anna VS Brenda! They just were messing around and I caught it on film, you can check them out here:
Pt 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5OPINtFCZ0&feature=channel_page
Pt 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP3jJdhEdzs&feature=channel_page
Pt 3: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJF8vd-n8Y0&feature=channel_page

Check em out, comment, rate and subscribe! I'm gonna upload new videos for my next Camp Bob session so stay tuned! anyways I just thought I'd mention all this before heading for the shower anyway see ya

-Anglemeister

Busses, Sprinklers, and Lodi, oh my!

So I had a weird bus ride today. First off one of my friends (Let's call her Barbara) and a friend of hers (Girl #2) were talking about Barbara's hair and Girl #2 started caressing her hair to which Barbara told her to not get so horny from massaging her hair!

Next a fly nearly went in her hair then Girl #2 said the fly must've thought her hair was a nest. Then Barbara said, that's a bird! (Her hair was wavy like straw and it was brown so maybe a nest wasn't far off. Not that it looked bad it was actually quite nice and I'm going to stop talking now)

Later, they were talking about having pimped-out bus with couches instead of bench seats and a hot tub in the back, when I asked what kind of bus is that they said, "Don't worry, we'll have female strippers for the guys"

Finally, we drove by a field while the sprinklers were on and another guy rolled down the window and guess what happened, he got splashed. Now these were NOT like regular sprinklers, When the water hit him and anyone nearby, it was like splash mountain!

In other news I'm going to Lodi next weekend! Wish me luck!

- Anglemeister