ode to a family man

in the beginning, there was shedu, and he was good. he recorded songs and became one of the greatest dungeon masters to walk the earth. my fondest memories were of taking d&d breaks to listen to the goat or lemonhead song. and i remember thinking how cool this shedu guy was.

no one remembers the toga party where that picture was taken, because no one showed up, except shedu and la goat. (to be fair, though, i don’t really remember inviting anyone either.) we sat around playing toejam & earl in our togas. it was frickin’ awesome.

as the years progressed, a wife and kids came into the picture, but shedu was always there for his friends. he treated us like family even when we relentlessly ragged on him for everything. he let me and the ugly kid live in his basement for a year, and only asked that we let him poop in our toilet.

which brings us to now. i still like to give shedu a hard time because he still never lets me play. but i think he takes it too seriously now. and after reading unwholesome comments left by his own sister, i think it’s time to lose the arrogance and usher in a new era of shedu love. no, not like that. it’s strictly platonic.

what i’m proposing is that from now on, there will be no more shedu-bashing. no more snide remarks or treachery. we’ll leave that for his flesh and blood. the mark of a true family, however, is one of uplifting unconditionality. to say that shedu deserves nothing less would be an understatement.

while i don’t expect this to change his blog output, i’m not concerned if that’s what he truly wants.

this is my 1000th post. it is a special day, because i completed two exams and am ready to leave for vegas tomorrow. regardless, i’m dedicating #1000 to my shedu friend. may his beard be long and lustrous and his mustache never lose the will to conquer.