Shiitake Happens, Part 2

Peanut butter put me in a jam!

Previously on The Anthony Show, I was just about to take a bite of a magic-mushroom-embedded peanut-butter sandwich in order to stave off the boredom of hanging out in a club I had no business hanging out in.

Eating a regular peanut-butter-sans-jelly sandwich would have been no small task. I'd only recently begun eating PB&Js, as I hated nut-related foods until I left college; even Snickers bars were eaten with great reluctance. And the only thing that made the PB&J remotely edible was the J.

There was no J, this time...

Shiitake Happens, Part 1

With friends like these...

I begin by reminding you that I have lived a very boring life. It's not an unhappy life (some days are less better than others), just a relatively dull one.

Sure, I've been on one prime-time game show and have appeared, with my wife and house, on a home-remodeling/reality-type show, and I've accomplished a few things worth blogging/bragging about, but I don't have any real juicy stories to tell.

Most of the challenges facing this blog concern squeezing something worth reading out of the ordinary and mundane. The idea of an entertainment based on "nothing" worked for a show called Seinfeld (kids, ask your parents about that one), but in Jerry's case, he had three cooky friends with whom he shared his wacky urban adventures. In my defense, none of my friends later had a very public case of racism.

Therefore, there are certain kinds of tales that you won't find on The Anthony Show. For instance...