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Now hanging in our hallway.

…for this Chicago magazine article, as shot by photographer Jason Little.

The best kind of memorial,


Still totally feel that way.

…I wrote for the current issue of Chicago (and recently teased here) is finally online, so check it out here.

Better late than never,


Now featuring me!

…for the newest issue of Chicago. One is about fighting team mascots, and the other is about spending a date night at Ikea.

The short mascot piece can be read here, but the Ikea article is only in print, so pick up your copy today.

I’m the go-to guy for all things Ikea and mascots,


Kids to be proud of.

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

Check ’em here.

Kids are the new adults,


I feel so horribly guilty.

…to read a short sidebar I wrote for them called Bluestown vs. Brewtown.

And yes, I feel horribly guilty about writing this one. But, hey, at least I got to bag on that human turd Sheriff David Clarke.

You can also read it here. It’s at the bottom of the article.

Gonna get some shit from my family for this one,


"Chicago" mag featuring both Shadys! Heisenberg digs it!

…to read a short piece I wrote for them called Just Some Casual Suggestions for New Tourist Attractions.

Or you can read it here.

Short and funny is what I excel at… and how I make love,


May 2017 issue of

…partly because I wrote two short pieces in it—one on Donald Trump’s Tweets, another on ridiculous job listings—but also because it’s damn pretty.

You can also check them out here and here.

These two articles didn’t generate nearly as much hatred as this one,


You'd have to be THIS CRAZY to go to Hopleaf.

…right here.

It’s not that good,


…but probably not for the reason you think.

In the past, I tried to post at least one article every day (or at least 30 a month if I couldn’t write one each day), but this marks just the ninth post this month.

Part of this is due to the fact that I’m now a father who must tend to his newborn daughter’s every need. Another part of my absence is due to me being neck-deep in upcoming projects. But there’s another factor at play here, and it’s one I’ve yet to talk about here on The Blarg.

Tonight, that changes.

The entire Shady clan—myself, KB, Grey, Mr. Fabulous, Meatshake, and Heisenberg—will be moving out of L.A. in just a few short weeks. KB has accepted a job as design director of Chicago Magazine in, duh, Chicago. Her first day on the job is October 1st.

Of course, my work will keep me moving back and forth between L.A. and Chicago (or wherever we end up after that) indefinitely. In fact, we’re not even officially giving up our apartment here, so I’ll still have a bed to sleep in when I visit. Still, things will be different starting in just a few short weeks. Obviously.

Because of this, KB and I have spent much of August getting our shit together: breaking the news to loved ones out here, figuring out movers, looking for a new place to live, and drinking a lot to ease the insanity.

September probably won’t be any less busy/crazy, but I promise to be vigilant about posting more often (including our progress) as our time in L.A. winds down.

So stay tuned, folks… because shit’s about to get fucking nuts.

Waiting on an aneurysm and/or coronary,


Old Poop!