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…and have now turned them over to my kids… who are slowly destroying them one by one. Honestly, I don’t care. That’s what kids do, they destroy shit. I’m sure I destroyed my dad’s, I don’t know… totally racist Native American action figure from back in the day.

Anyway, recently, their destructive path tore through my Masters of the Universe collection. Specifically, Tri-Klops


…who is so much more evil and scary looking without his trademark eyes.


Wonder what Fisto is hiding under that giant fist of his,


I came across it a few weeks ago while looking for header images for The Blarg.

1981 Hallmark Muppets advent calendar!

It was amazing how I instantly recognized the illustrations of the Muppets. In a flash, it all came flooding back to me.

Five-year-old Justin loved this thing.

Someone is selling the calendar for $80 on eBay. I don’t want it that badly, but it was cool to stumble across a bit of my childhood after all these decades.

Advent calendars are now filled with chocolate,


1703 W. Bolivar Avenue

This one, too.

905 E. Doty Place

Thanks to Beth for the photos,


…we had a Kermit the Frog washcloth we’d use whenever we took a bath.

If you had asked me two days ago what ever happened to it, I would’ve told you our mom probably threw it out or donated it to the Goodwill after we moved away from home. It’s definitely safe to say I hadn’t seen it in nearly two decades.

Last night, Beth gave (what’s left of) it to me as a belated/framed birthday gift.

Oh, the bathtub memories!

It will proudly hang in the bathroom of our new apartment,


…because it instantly makes us nostalgic for our childhood.

So when we saw it in the Magic Kingdom last weekend (sans Beth), I immediately texted her. Her reply says it all.

Wish you could've been there, Beth!

Thirty-seven going on seven,


Childhood Folder: Common item or stolen artifact?

Childhood Folder: Common item or stolen artifact?

Childhood Folder: Common item or stolen artifact?

…but I just found it sitting on a shelf in Jorge’s garage.

That can only mean one of two things: Either every child of the 1980s had that same exact folder, or Jorge traveled back in time and stole it from my 1987 self.

If you know Jorge, both of these are possibilities.



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,


If you know me (or have ever known me, to be honest), you know that I have a long list of insane stories from my past that I tell regularly at parties and get-togethers.

(If you don’t know me, you know now because I just told you.)

More often than not, these stories are told through a haze of alcohol, my arms flailing wildly around the room as I spout off about something or other. Some of these stories involve my childhood. Others are rooted in my high school and college years. And almost all of them teeter that fine line between “Ridiculous” and “Get-The-Fuck-Out-Of-Here Unbelievable.”

For years now, my friends and family have been telling me to write these stories down. And, for just as many years, I’ve put it off. Until now.

Starting in the next few days, I will begin featuring a set of short stories called “Stories To Tell Before I Forget.” These tales are, well… exactly that: True tales from the Shady canon that will now forever be immortalized here on “The Blarg.”

Let me warn you ahead of time: You will not believe all of these stories, and I won’t blame you one bit for doubting their validity. But if my word means anything to you, dear reader, please believe this: Each and every one of these stories are 100% accurate and true.

Or at least as true as I remember them to be.

So keep an eye out for these stories in the coming days. Each story title will be prefaced with “Stories To Tell Before I Forget,” so you’ll know one when you see one.

It’s a good time to get these out. I hope you’ll enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy telling them.



Old Poop!