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Before the run, we looked like this:

Pre: Color Run!

Pre: Color Run!

After the run, we looked like this:

Post: Color Run!

I’m not sure how this is possible, but somehow I look fatter AFTER running. That, and I should really tuck my boxers into my shorts.

I’m a mess,


Something tells me you're NOT a cop. Bitch.

That’s what the driver of the above car yelled at KB when she turned left in front of him (legally) at a four-way stop.

Because, you know, all cops yell that kind of shit at people out their windows… of their green car with “SECURITY” written down its side… and an ad for an Ethiopian restaurant stuck to its roof.

He seriously had a parking ticket on his windshield last week,


Caught you, peanut butter licker.

She thought no one was watching,


Mr. Fabulous... with a styrofoam cup on her nose.

That patient.

Tourists were taking photos of her as they passed by,


What a fuckhole.

…nothing more to see here, so keep on moving.

Perfect example of what I loathe about this town,


Brenner Brewing Company stickers from my mom!

…for sending me these Brenner Brewing Company stickers!

Home(brew)town pride,


Nissan + Kia Plates = Sex Offender

This is my life,


Seems rather blatant, doesn't it?

Totally signing up our niece and nephew,


Sushi juice?

I know it might seem like I sit at home all day long, drinking whiskey and updating The Blarg, but the truth is I spend much of my day writing.

Lately, most of that writing has been on long-form projects, like screenplays, teleplays, detailed pitches, and (those ever-dreaded) rewrites. The shortest of these projects come in around 30 pages; the longest ones top out around 120.

Because of this, I sometimes take an hour or so to write a short comedic sketch (between one to ten pages) to break up the monotony of those more long-form projects. Over the past couple years I’ve written about a dozen of them; but while they’re fun to write as an exercise, nobody ever really gets to read them.

So to remedy this, I’ve decided to put them out there for everyone to read. I’m doing this for two reasons:

1. I like to share! That, and it’s better than having them sit on my hard drive until I’m dead.

2. It’s my hope that someone out there might be inspired to actually do something with them. Want to film it as a short? Awesome. Interested in animating it? Go for it. Feel like performing it onstage somewhere? I double-dog dare you. All I ask is that you give me credit where it’s due, and (if possible) send me a copy of the final product to check out. I’ll even put it up on The Blarg to share with the four people who visit my site. Hi, NSA!

The eighth of Shady’s Shorts is called “Schindler’s List.”

Download it by clicking below.


Number seven,


“Schindler’s List” is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. Created by Justin Shady, ©2014.
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Mason Bartlett and Dominick Abbott show up for work.

I wish I could be up in Vancouver to kick off filming with the super-talented Soska Sisters and cast (including Paul “Big Show” Wight, Dean Cain, Michael Eklund, Adrian Holmes, Ben Hollingsworth, and Matthew MacCaull), but I’m extremely grateful that such an amazing group of people is working together to bring something that I wrote to life.

Good luck to everyone involved on this first day of shooting, and be sure to think of me when you’re filming one of those horribly violent death scenes!

Still can’t believe it’s happening,


Old Poop!