Monday, February 19, 2018

Read this First!

This Blog has moooooved! Please follow your fellow Advanced Humans to Angus’ Patreon page!  There is a LOT to look through there, so let’s get you situated. There are 6 levels of patronage, plus a bunch of Open (Free) Posts. Take a look at some of those first, and see if you and I will get along. 
(The McMansion was short on furniture and long on Irony.)
Here are the Open Posts right now. Check ‘em out: Here is a video of me WRITING. Here are my top 20 CHRISTMAS SONGS. Here is a dream I had starring Annette Funicello. (No, not that kind of dream.) And this is what happened when I took a CPR ClassAnd here are a couple of posts that used to be up in the 1 dollar section, but then I freed up: Witness the fascinating carnage of a weekend spent in a McMansionAnd here is the background, script and tons of photos from my epic Samhain ritual last year. And as a special treat - here is the most popular column I ever wrote, turned into a Podcast (With photos!). 
Yep, rode that sucker twice. Sober.

The first level is $1.00 a month, which is hardly anything, right? Folks who sign on at this level get the newest big, unique, stand-alone story that I’ve just finished. Here are some the recent “Hot off the griddle” stories: My Dinner Party with History, in which I choose 10 people (+ two chefs!) from all points of human history and we all meet at Stonehenge for a lovely supperA Weekend in 1927, in which I use my time machine to visit every single cool thing in the world that happened in one wild weekendAnd the history of my life-long obsession of playing with Lego. Next is the $3.00 level, and those folks get the latest chapter in whatever book I am writing that month. Plus, folks at this level also get everything at the $1.00 level, which applies to all the other levels. (If, for example, you pledge at $10, you’ll get that PLUS the $5, $3 and $1 posts.) Recent chapters include my love affair with Disneyland. The wacky adventures of teenaged me and my First CarAnd the wild, wild, 5 weeks I spent in the hospital for a simple tonsillectomyUp at the 5 dollar level you’ll find the “Blast From the Past” posts, featuring post from various
columns I’ve written for publications who went down in sudden and fiery flames. Each one features a new introduction. 
Climbing up to the 10 dollar level one is confronted with “It Came From the Filing Cabinet” - I’ve done LOTS of different types of writing over my life, from search-a-word puzzles to Sports Reporting. Here is where the experiments are revealed. At the summit you will rewarded with my monthly “Gentleman of Leisure” reports, detailing every weird thing I’ve done the previous month, with lots of photos! And for you heady slices of glorious deity, there is the $50.00 pledge, will net you all of the PODCASTS, plus everything else listed
above. The whole kaboodle and kit. And my love. And my thanks. And my firstborn.
That’s a lot of stuff, right? I think so. But I’ve never been happier (or more productive) as a writer. Join me, won’t you? Let us journey through this strange and lovely land together. Thanks for reading, welcome aboard, enjoy the Patreon site, and please comment on anything you enjoyed! Comments are second only to ‘shares’ as the lifeblood that keeps us creative-types in the saddle. 
Angus McMahan 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Pantheacon, 2017, Part 4: Sunday

Sunday morning at Pantheacon.

Yes, such things DO occur.

Instead of bounding out of bed like I normally do, I just laid there for a bit and pondered all of the strange and wonderful things that I had seen and done on THURSDAY, FRIDAY and SATURDAY.

It was time to engage the Escape Pile by the door, sneak out on the sleeping Admiral and take up my residence by the fireplace to write up yesterday’s adventures.

When I next woke up I realized that I had been out past midnight for 3 straight nights.

And by this time Karen was awake. So we ordered room service.

You read that right: We did not go to Cafe Ho-Hum and spend $55.00 for two breakfast buffets. Instead we had a lovely breakfast in bed and spent $45.00 (including tip.)

Yep! The mysterious ‘Ho-Hum’ness cannot be contained by the mere dimensions of the restaurant. Room service was significantly cheaper than going down and sitting in the hotel diner. Unbelievable.

Friday, March 3, 2017

Pantheacon 2017, Part 3: Saturday

Even though I rolled into my bed at the Doubletree after Midnight on Friday night, I was still up and at ‘em at 6am on Saturday morning. I was eager to get to my usual spot by the fireplace in the lobby so I could write up my notes on the the super fun FRIDAY.

I never got there.

On my way out to the lobby I peeked into the Carmel/Monterey rooms where I would be giving my Pagan Humor seminar in 3 hours.

And there were 20 chairs in there, all laid out in a perfect oval. Mmmmmm…….that’s not right. Even for a 9am slot I was expecting more people than that, and the kumbaya seating wasn’t going to work either.

Where did my lovely theater seating go?

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Pantheacon 2017, part 2: Friday

Friday morning, 6am, means my choice of
Thursday? No, that was back HERE.

Every year at Pantheacon I seem to end up doing something that I’ve never done before.

I was once a choir conductor for the Feri Tent Revival, even though I have zero experience with conducting. I do, however, own a baton, so there you go.
Another year I moderated a panel on Patheos bloggers, even though I barely post there*. I do, however own a 6ft bullwhip, which I found quite useful in getting a bunch of preening writer divas to keep their answers short and sweet.
2017, however, would be a two-fer! One new thing on Friday and one on Saturday. How to make an airsign happy.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Pantheacon 2017, Part 1: Thursday

December: Start planning my outfits.
January: Start packing.
February: Look at 4 suitcases and proclaim that to be a tad excessive. I don’t NEED twenty tops for 4 days. Even Lady Gaga doesn’t go through that many costume changes.

Checking in at the Doubletree is always an adventure. Some years you really EARN that cookie they give you. 

This year the whoop-de-dos were that my room, generously given to me by Mama Jenya, was in my de-facto-might-as-well-be nickname, NOT my legal name. 

Luckily I have business cards printed with my Angus name that have my picture, which looks like my drivers license pic, even though I am dressed as a pirate. So the front desk staff reluctantly accepted that.

Monday, September 5, 2016

England, 2016, Part 14: A Sunday Drive to Avebury

After 5 amazing days and nights on the Isle of Avalon it was time to pack up and head ba - what? Oh. The boys in the truck tell me that in reality we only spent two nights and one day in Glastonbury. Huh.

You know, “Reality” and “Glastonbury” don’t often appear in the same sentence.

But we were firmly back in linear space on Sunday, with an itinerary that had us heading back to London, with a stop or two at local attractions.

Yes, driving again. We packed up our still unwashed clothes, gathered up our new magnets, had another tremendous breakfast, said our goodbyes to Adele and the Covenstead and trooped down to our perfectly square rental car, where, yep, sure enough - the steering wheel was still on the right.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

England, 2016, Part 13: The Wild Side of Glastonbury

Well, Glastonbury had certainly delivered: Our WITCHCRAFT B&B was an occult delight, Karen’s adventures with THE TOR were invigorating, the ruins of the ABBEY had been inadvertently entertaining, and the CHALICE WELL, was, well, the Chalice Well.

We’d done the Biggies. We’d checked off the Rick Steve’s Must-Sees. Now it was time to go off the grid and dig a little deeper. 

Monday, August 29, 2016

England, 2016, Part 11: Glastonbury Abbey

After the low comedy and High Priestess that preceded BREAKFAST, it was finally time to get out and about and explore the wonders of Glastonbury, the geological and geoillogical features that have been drawing pilgrims and seekers since time immaterial.

Up in the earnest ridiculousness of Herne’s Hideaway we hoisted our gear and planned the first stop.

“Let’s go see the ruins of the Abbey,” said Admiral Karen, looking out our 3rd story window at the spire of the kitchen across the street. “Its right there.”

“Honey,” I sympathized, “Later for that. Right now its been 20 years,1 month, and 9 days since I first visited the Chalice Well, one of the two Defining Moments in my life. My EXPERIENCE there literally made me a witch and set me on the course for the second half of my life, and I have been itching to get back to the garden since the moment I woke up after being knocked unconscious by the Goddess there. I am within 3 blocks of the original Sacred Space and you want instead to go visit a friggin church that the silly christians in their infinite quite recent Wisdom decided to knock down?”

But I’ve been married now for 11 years, so instead of saying that, I said: “Sounds like a plan. Tally ho!”

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Pantheacon 2016: Sunday

Sunday morning at Pantheacon. Did you just groan when you read that sentence? I think all of us did - and I don’t even drink.

Call it a Con-over. SATURDAY had been one blissful, blurry 19 hour energy rampage. And now, here on cusp of the last full day of Pantheacon, all I wanted to do was lay in bed and cuddle with Admiral Karen.

So I did.

But at 9am my butt was in a chair to hear Mama Jenya tell us about life on a farm. The Dirt Heart Witch seminar was light on theses, but heavy on super cute pictures of animals that she later slit the throats of.
Farmer Jenya, chopping shopping local.

So that was riveting. Every adorable slide of something inquisitive and fuzzy might be followed by a slide of the same creature in a roasting pan with gravy being poured over its charred carcass.

It really pointed out the cycle of life, and how important it is to have thumbs when trying to get to the top of the food chain.

Friday, November 6, 2015


I recently had a camera shoved up my butt. And no, it wasn’t your typical Saturday night at the Power Exchange Kink Club up in the city.

See, I turned 50 last year. And when I went in for my annual physical my Doctor said: “Happy Birthday!” And then he just smiled and smiled and smiled.

Yes, it was time for a visual tour of the alimentary canal.
Oh boy.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Travels with Krispy and Noddy (And Karen!), Day 5: Adventure at the Edge of the Future.

I awoke at exactly 6am on Wednesday in the Miss Kitty Room of the Strater
Hotel. What woke me up? Well, I've heard a lot of strange and wonderful sounds in hotels over the years, but having your room right next to a busy railroad yard is by far the loudest coupling I have ever heard.


Okay, I'm up - I'm up! Geezooks, you didn't have to slam two goddamned trains together. I used the Emergency Escape Pile of clothing and stumbled down to the lobby, not sure whether I was in the Luxor, the Inca Inn, the Hampton Inn, or, oh yeah, I'm at the Bella Union from Deadwood. Cool. 

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Bicycling through Glenwood Canyon

I grew up in the 1970’s, the time of NIXON, Ford and carter. It was a time of polyester, smoking, wide ties and shame at our perceived strategic reassignment of our objectives in Vietnam. 

“International” was on the back burner for America, and when my stupid older brother wanted to quit the Air Force after 18 months, they shrugged and said: “Sure. Okay. Thanks for stopping by.”

Domestic Acheivements were the order of the day, and the crown
First road thru the canyon, 1903
jewel of our vast nation was our Interstate Highway System. We had been diligently linking up all of our nations regions since 1956 and it was all done by the late 70’s! Yay!

Well, almost done. There was one teeny, tiny 16 mile stretch of road that stubbornly defied all attempts at fourlanedom. 16 lousy miles out of 47,714. And that’s where my family vacationed every year.