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Kids to be proud of.

…of the March For Our Lives rally last Saturday for Chicago.

Check ’em here.

Kids are the new adults,


…we all went to the March For Our Lives event in Union Park.

We made a bunch of signs the night before…

Grey's first protest (sign)!

West's first protest (sign)!

KB's sign (inspired by Chris Rock)!

Every. Day.


…and then froze our butts off at the rally. Grey wasn’t too happy about it… until a stranger gave her a donut. Donuts have a way of warming a kid up.

We’ll keep marching until change happens. (Or at least until the world runs out of donuts.) We encourage all of you to do the same.

Raising them to fight back,


…of the new theme is up! Here it is:

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So many great friends!

a bit about this a few weeks ago, but thanks to Erik, Robyn, Milan, Dori, and Jodi for stopping by for a super fun Food Night!

It was like 2005 all over again,


Come on now.

…and the bleeding tumor (and spleen) they removed last week was benign.

Thank god.

What that means is, barring any complications that may arise during her recovery, she’s good to go. As always, we’ll be sure to keep you posted.

Thanks to everyone for their continued love and support.

A light at the end of a long, dark, depressing tunnel,


…Michael Wolff’s Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House. Sadly.

I think it’s taking me a super long time to get through because I’m reading a digital copy of the book, and I much prefer hard copies. I stare at a screen all day long, so when I try and read a book on my laptop in a leisurely way I almost always immediately fall asleep. So it’s either that, or the book is boring. Not sure which. Either way, I hope to finish it soon.

In the meantime, while slogging through the remainder of Fire & Fury, I’m giving a quick read to Rodney Dangerfield’s autobiography It’s Not Easy Bein’ Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs.

Rodney Dangerfield's "It's Not Easy Bein' Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs."

I may or may not be reading this for a reason. We’ll see. Either you’ll hear more about it one day, or you won’t. Fingers crossed… but I wouldn’t hold my breath.

I know, I know… me of little faith.

I could never own a Kindle,


Just another day in Chicago!

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

Lately, most of my writing has been on long-form projects. Because of this, I sometimes write a short (most times comedic, other times not so much) to break up the monotony of those longer projects. But while these shorts are fun to write as an exercise, nobody ever really gets to read them.

To remedy this, I’ve decided to share them here. I’m doing this for two reasons:

1. I like to share! That, and it’s better than having them sit on my computer.

2. It’s my hope that someone might be inspired to actually do something creative with them. Want to film one as a short? Awesome. Interested in animating one? Go for it. Feel like performing one live onstage? I dare you. All I ask is that you give me credit and send me a copy of the final product.

The forty-third of Shady’s Shorts is called A Poor Foundation.

Download it by clicking below.


Number forty-two,


“A Poor Foundation” is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. Created by Justin Shady, ©2018.

I mean, seriously.

If you know anything about Mr. Fabulous, you know she’s already cheated death a couple times. First, with an overdose that resulted in a stomach pumping and three-day hospitalization. Then, with a melanoma that gave her less than a 5% chance of living past nine months, even with surgery and treatment.

Well, last Thursday, she did it again.

After acting sluggish and odd all day Wednesday, I took her to the vet Thursday morning. She seemed in better spirits than she had been the day before, but everything changed when they ran a blood panel on her. Fab’s red blood cell count was plummeting, and they needed to find out why quickly.

The blood test turned into an X-ray, which revealed a mass in her belly. The X-ray turned into an ultrasound, which revealed that the mass was connected to her spleen and bleeding out. The ultrasound turned into emergency surgery, a splenectomy to be exact, which would hopefully save her life.

Before she went into surgery we all said goodbye to her, just in case. We went down this same exact road last November with Meatshake, and we were terrified that we would soon be reliving the same end result. If they opened Fab up and found that the disease was more widespread we gave them permission to put Fab out of her misery. However, if the tumor was concentrated only on the spleen, they would just remove the whole organ.

Thankfully, that’s exactly what happened. Mr. Fabulous came home—weary, shaved, doped up on pain meds, and spleen-less—late Friday night.

Oh, thank god.

She’ll be healing for the next two weeks, at which point she’ll get her staples removed. I’ll be sure to keep everyone posted on her progress.

At nearly twelve and a half years old, Fab is definitely a senior dog at this point, and we know the inevitable lies ahead. But for now, we’re just so thankful that we get to spend more time with her, no matter the length.

This dog, you guys. She’s got nine lives. Or at least four.

So happy to be able to write a post with a positive outcome,


Back when I was living in Columbus, Ohio my friends and I started a quote wall. Whenever a bit of brilliance (or otherwise) poured out of someone’s mouth, somebody would yell “Quote!” thus nominating it for Quote Board status. The quote then had to be seconded by someone (it almost always was), and then it would be written down to be forever immortalized on the Quote Board.

This is the modern day equivalent of that classic piece of my past.


“You’re like a really wholesome stripper.”

– Marla to Justin’s mom, 3/10/18

Context would only ruin it,


…of the new theme is up! Here it is:

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Old Poop!