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…of the new theme is up! Here it is:

Check out all of the headers (so far) here,


He has all the best faces, too.

I know it might 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 where it’s due, and (if possible) send me a copy of the final product.

The thirtieth of Shady’s Shorts is called “His Best Words.”

Download it by clicking below.


Number twenty-nine,


“His Best Words” is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. Created by Justin Shady, ©2016.

I got to hang out with the Batmobile!

Justin Shady and the Batmobile!

My good friend Dmitriy is friends with legendary custom car designer George Barris. For months now, Dmitriy has been inviting me to accompany him to Barris’ shop, and I finally took him up on the offer.

I could write a thousand words about how cool it was to stand next to some of the cars I grew up watching on television. But instead, I’ll let these photos do the talking.

Feel free to click on each of these images to view larger versions.

The Batmobile!

The Batmobile!

The Batmobile!

The Batmobile!

The Batmobile!

The Batmobile!

Next to the Batmobile was another of George’s famous custom creations: K.I.T.T. from “Knight Rider.”



And lastly, we poked around in George’s garage where we found the classic Munster Koach from “The Munsters.”

At first, I asked Dmitriy to take a picture of me next to the Koach.

Justin Shady and the Munster Koach!

The Munster Koach!

The Munster Koach!

The Munster Koach!

The Munster Koach!

But then he suggested I get inside for a shot.

Justin Shady in the Munster Koach!

And you know, because it’s the friggin’ Munster Koach, I had to.

Thanks to Dmitriy for bringing me along, and George for giving us complete access to his garage.

The cars of my childhood,


…but they would regularly insert guest appearances into the show in something they referred to as “Wall-Climbing Cameos.”

You know the scene: Batman and Robin are slowly making their way up a wall, hanging onto a thin cord, Robin’s ass delicately tucked into the crotch of Batman….

Yeah… those.

Suddenly, someone peeks their head out of a window and asks the Dynamic Duo what the hell they’re doing.

The list of celebrities who appeared in these “Wall-Climbing Cameos” range from the expected to the bizarre.

And now… I share them with you! Enjoy!

Sammy Davis, Jr.:

Edward G. Robinson:

Dick Clark:

Drunk Santa Claus:

Lurch from “The Addams Family”:

Jerry Lewis:

Green Hornet and Kato:

Colonel Klink from “Hogan’s Heroes”:

Pow! Zap! Bam!



Singer/actress Eartha Kitt–who was hands-down the best Catwoman–died today. She was 81.

I had an opportunity to briefly meet her back in 1998 (she held my rubber taco, for those of you who know what that means), and even then, at the age of 71, she was looking damn fine.

So to celebrate her memory, here’s a video of her singing “Santa Baby.”



…some weirdness happened.

(If you haven’t read the post “I just saw the worst movie ever,” go read it before reading this entry.)

First, when we got to the Arclight there was some kind of mass hysteria going on in front of the place. There were paparazzi photographers crowding the area, huge lights set up, and people yelling. As Kathy and I get closer to the building we notice Kim Basinger standing against a backdrop.

She’s looking all pouty-faced.

I guess she has some movie out now that made its premiere tonight at the Arclight. It’s called “I Just Slept With You Last Summer,” or something like that.

Anyway, so all these people are freaking out (mostly photographers) and the cast is busy posing in front of this little backdrop they have set up outside, but we just kind of walked around it and went on in. Here are a few pictures that have already made it onto the wire. They’re small because they’re just thumbs.

"So... like, Alfred told me you're Batman. Fucked up, huh?"

"So... like, Alfred told me you're Batman. Fucked up, huh?"

So we’re standing just inside the lobby waiting to meet some friends when, all of a sudden, her handlers bring her inside away from the crowd. And there she is, standing just five feet from me: Vicki Vale.

I didn’t do it, but I so badly wanted to go up to her and ask three quick questions:

1. What was it like fucking Batman?

2. What was it like fucking Alec Baldwin?

3. Is Alec Baldwin Batman?

I got no balls, though, kids. Instead, I headed to the bar for a drink and left Miss Vale alone.

We’re in the bar having a pre-movie drink when one of our friends leans over to me and says, “Do you watch the new ‘90210?'”

Me: “No.”

I’ve never seen even four seconds of the old “90210,” and know very little about the new version, but I guess the young dark-haired guy who plays the Persian on the new “90210” was at the bar. He could have been the Pope for all I know, but I guess he was there.

That tidbit was for you, ladies. And Milan. Awww, yeah. Don’t ever say I never give you anything.

But neither Kim Basinger nor the “90210” Persian were the coup de grâce. No, fate would offer me a much more memorable meeting in just two short hours.

After suffering through “The Reader,” the Q&A session with the screenwriter began. It’s true that I have the bladder of an eight-year-old girl, but I also felt I had gone through enough pain for one evening, so I decided to get up and head for the bathroom.

I walk in, stand at the urinal, do the whole “look forward” thing, and finish. And then, just as I turn to head toward the sink, I see this old man lock eyes with me. I smile and nod. He smiles and nods. I wash my hands. I leave.

But there was something familiar about him… something I can’t quite put my finger on… like he was from–

And then it hit me.

I stop outside of the bathroom and wait, pretending to look at a few photos that are hanging on the wall. He comes out and walks toward me, past me. And then, I hear someone down the hallway yell, “UNCLE LEO!”

Sure as shit, it’s Uncle Leo from “Seinfeld.” And to think, we shared a post-pee moment.

Ah… Los Angeles. What a weird, fucked-up town.

Where else can you see Vicki Vale, the Persian and Uncle Leo all in one place? That’s right: no where.

Well, maybe at a comic book convention. But that’s an entirely different post.

My son Jeffrey works in the Parks Department,


Old Poop!