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Carved pumpkins! A week late!

…a week after Halloween.

Don’t judge us! Things have been crazy!

Still, we had fun carving last night and think they turned out alright for having it been so delayed and rushed. Also, we really wanted to eat the seeds.

Seeds. Delicious seeds.

The official end of my favorite holiday,

-Shady

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This year, the Shady family decided to go as friends from Pee-wee’s Playhouse.

Grey was the center of attention as the man himself.

Paging Miss Danger.

KB conjured up the spirit of the late, great Phil Hartman as Captain Carl.

That's her real five-o-clock shadow.

I granted wishes as Jambi.

Wish? Did somebody say wish?

And West’s first Halloween costume was Pterri the Pterodactyl.

And Pterri!

Have a Happy Halloween!

But I don’t want to be the Pterri,

-Shady

PS: I know I’m biased, but last year’s costumes were pretty sweet, too.

…FROM THE SHADY FAMILY!

2016 pumpkins!

As some of you may know, Grey loves making this scary face.

Grey face!

So we decided it was only appropriate to carve that face into her pumpkin.

Grey pumpkin!

Beth did an awesome carve of the “snake creature” from Beetlejuice. We’ve come for your daughter, Chuck!

"We've come for your daughter, Chuck!"

For her second Halloween costume, Grey decided to go as John Belushi as a Killer Bee from Saturday Night Live. This is keeping with her “going as someone as someone” tradition.

Bee-lushi!

She thinks she pulled it off pretty well…

Grey Bee-lushi!

…and she especially liked her stinger.

Now with more stinger!

KB and I opted for the Martians of Sesame Street.

Sesame Street Martians!

Here we are in action:

Happy Halloween from the Shadys!

The real most wonderful time of the year,

-Shady

Finally!

October was nuts… so was November,

-Shady

This year, we attempted a theme: We would each go as a Will Ferrell character.

Unfortunately, KB’s Ron Burgundy didn’t happen, but Grey went as Harry Caray.

Grey as Harry Caray!

I went as Gene Frenkle, AKA Blue Öyster Cult’s “MORE COWBELL!” musician.

More cowbell!

That’s a woman’s sweater. And I really need to work on that beer gut.

Anyway, Grey also got this cute Batgirl costume from her Great Aunt Carol, so she rocked that outfit as well.

Grey as Batgirl!

Obviously, things have been crazy, but I think we did okay for throwing them together last-minute.

I went trick-or-treating in my costume… alone… at 2AM,

-Shady

Still scary as fuck.

They all float,

-Shady

Reich or treat!

One and the same if you asked me,

-Shady

…an old CCAD friend named Mike Olenick posted this on his Facebook page:

“Every year when Halloween rolls around I’m reminded of one of the great mysteries in my life from my freshman year of college in 1996. I would like to solve this mystery, and so if you know anything about it please let me know. I want to know who shit on the dance floor of the basement of the CCAD dorms (AKA the cafeteria) DURING the Halloween dance party. Was it a Stormtrooper? Or could it have been Godzilla? Or was it someone else? Did he/she have accomplices? Maybe you were there and saw something. Maybe you heard about it afterward. Maybe you were the shitter? Please feel free to share any pictures you may have of this event. Even if this remains to be one of life’s great unsolved mysteries, I will never forget Joe Frash holding a microphone and pointing to a turd on a floor repeating, ‘This is not funny… there is feces on the floor.’ Let’s share and tag the heck out of this until we get some answers. You can also tell me privately if it needs to remain a secret. Justin Shady, do you know anything?”

Yes, you read that correctly. On Halloween 1996, someone took (or left) a shit in the middle of the “dance floor” at the Halloween party in the cafeteria at CCAD. Unfortunately, I don’t know who the mystery shitter was, but I do have a bunch of photos from that night.

So here you go, Mike-O. I hope these jog someone’s memories… if not their colon.

Michelle Ciappa as a pregnant nun and… shit, two more people. The older I get, the more names disappear from my brain.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Dave Buenning as Uncle Fester and Emily Reineck, who also just so happened to be my girlfriend at the time, dressed up as a princess.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Apparently, my idea of a costume back then was a bad wig, an ugly shirt, an elephant mask, and lipstick applied haphazardly around my lips. I still own (and wear) that shirt, though. Seriously.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Two fellow RAs: Aaron Zimmerman and Jay Mueller as a priest.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Mark Mattson in what might be one of my all-time favorite Halloween costumes.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

I can’t remember the names of the two guys on the left, but the fabulous man in drag on the right is Johnny Photos.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Marcia Kranz, Jamie Coulson (in the mask and military outfit), and two more human beings!

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Aaron and Jay with two non-costumed folks.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

I want to say the guy on the left was named Jay, but I might be wrong. Princess Leia and Han Solo? No idea.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Catwoman and Pale-Faced Girl.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Jay and Michelle.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Reagan (or possibly Regan), who, if I remember correctly, was student council president at the time.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Meow!

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

Mandy, Jamie Breitsch, Mike Olenick, and Brian (sorry, I can’t remember everyone’s last name). Mike is the one who put the call out on Facebook.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

More Jamie Breitsch!

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

And finally, the obligatory gaggle of Stormtroopers. Though it remains unclear if any of them were Stormpoopers.

HAPPY CRAPOWEEN!

So there you go, Mike-O! I hope these help.

A night I’ll never forget… because, you know, someone took a shit on the floor,

-Shady

You just missed Arbor Day....

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 bunch 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, Bill Murray!

The sixteenth of Shady’s Shorts is called “Three Holidays Walk Into A Bar…” A few weeks ago, I posted this short Facebook status update:

Dear Christmas,

Back the fuck up.

Sincerely,

-Thanksgiving

Those eight words then gave birth to the idea for “Three Holidays Walk Into A Bar…” Download it by clicking below.

DOWNLOAD “THREE HOLIDAYS WALK INTO A BAR…”

Number fifteen,

-Shady

“Three Holidays Walk Into A Bar…” is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License. Created by Justin Shady, ©2014.
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From our American Goth costumes on the 18th…

AMERICAN GOTH!

…to the “horny” meeting I attended on Halloween…

ALL meetings should be horny meetings.

…to the revisiting of our Shining costumes in WeHo later that night…

We're back... for ever... and ever... and ever.

…to our sugar skull-inspired Dia de los Muertos makeup last night at Hollywood Forever Cemetery, we took advantage of each and every second of Halloween.

One final Halloween hurrah!

One final Halloween hurrah!

It’s my most favorite time of the year. Obviously.

Only eleven more months until next October,

-Shady

Old Poop!

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