Yes, it’s true. After 16 years of living in El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Angeles del Río de Porciúncula, I’m throwing in the towel. I’ve spent three of those years in Westwood, one in Brentwood, a dozen in Los Feliz, and probably close to two years total commuting.

But weep not, Angelenos, and please don’t start planning a farewell parade. Not only can the city not afford it at this time, but I’m also not going far—I’ll be calling the city of Glendale my new home. (Quick, how do you say “Glendale” in Armenian?)

Wait a second, isn’t Glendale in L.A. County? What’s the big f***ing deal, you ask?

Well, sadly, I’m also leaving L.A. Metblogs.

It’s been a fun ride. It all started with Meanwhile, Back at the Swamp and ended with The Triumphant Return of Fred Rated. (Well, technically, it’s ending with this post, but you get the idea.)

Yup, 101 posts in just over two years. That’s not exactly prolific for a blogger, but it’s been enough to let me live comfortably without sacrificing my creative integrity.

Many thanks to editor extraordinaire Lucinda Michele, who gave me my first writing gig back when she was kicking ass at L.A. Alternative, and to all the other talented scribes and editors here at L.A. Metblogs.

For those of you who have enjoyed my posts on science fiction-related events throughout the city, I’d encourage you to visit my blog cetialpha5, which is being updated (in a “Lost”-like non-linear fashion) as we speak. Also, if you’re into the whole social media thing, you can also “like” me on Facebook.

And since I promised myself I wouldn’t get all sad and weepy-like, let me just leave you with this:

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1. Saints & Angels: Molly McAleer
2. Slices of Life (and death) in the City of Angels
3. sunday night in the city of angels
4. Thanks Angels!
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