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I ordered a glass of Nectar Ales’ Black Xantus on tap in a bar last week.

Yesterday, I found it in a store.

It will be the death of me.

Mr. Fabulous obviously loves it as well,


Skip to the 1:30 mark:

I’d be way more into sports,




Learn more about it here.

The coolest cash around,


…while still a freshman in college, I found myself in need of a white dress shirt.

I don’t really remember what I needed it for (obviously something fancy-pants), but I do remember two important things about purchasing it:

1. I didn’t need it for long, and–

2. I was poor and needed it to be cheap.

So I did what most college students do: I hit up the Goodwill.

While flipping through the racks, I came across not just any old, plain white dress shirt, but one that had my initials monogrammed across the shirt’s front pocket: JRS, for “Justin Robert Shady.”

Needless to say, I bought it. Probably for like $2 or something. And it was most likely a “half-off everything” day at the Goodwill.

Anyway, I’ve held on to this old shirt for nearly twenty years now. I don’t use it for anything fancy-pants anymore, but instead use it in instances when I need a “messy” dress shirt. Like back in October 2009, when our Halloween costumes were Dia de los Muertos skulls.

You can see photos of me wearing the shirt here.

I painted my entire neck black for that costume, so the shirt’s collar got really fucked up. After that, the shirt was never quite the same; a lot of the makeup wouldn’t wash out of it. I haven’t worn it since.

KB and I are getting ready to move soon and have slowly been packing up boxes. When I came across the shirt in my closet the other day I decided it was finally time to say goodbye to it. I figure I’ve definitely gotten my $2 worth.

It’s now sitting at the bottom of a clothes donation bin on Victory Boulevard.

I’m hoping another JRS will pick it up and get another twenty years out of it.

Now that I look at it, that “J” may very well have been a “G,”


One of us, one of us,


I’m no longer writing Disney-related posts for “OC Weekly,” so if you read “The Blarg” exclusively for them (I can’t imagine that’s the case), sorry, but I’m done!

Time for new things,


dead at 71.

Also missed Jonathan Frid,


dead at 82.

Looked better than some 30 year olds,


…for this “OC Weekly” article.

Sigh… guess I’ll have to go back,


That means I’ve written 1,000 in less than two years.

Holy fuck,


Old Poop!