Michael Procopio, sponge fetishist

It's fun until the conductor walks in on you at 2am screaming in French, but you realize everything is ok when you notice he's wearing pink carpet slippers.

I see you know of which you speak.

I loved my parents' stories about the war, although there weren't a ton because they were kids.

But my mother did manage to spot a Japanese sub off the coast of Manhattan Beach. Men in dark suits showed up and asked her a million questions.

Well, I've got a million weird tangents for you!

He did a lot of illustration on his own. Painted. Made "Kilroy was here" t-shirts for the neighborhood kids during the war.

Disney hired him as a painter, which was his dream. Celebrating his new life over the 4th of July weekend, he drowned in the Kern river trying to save a drunk idiot.

My apologies for taking this in a strange direction.

Let's all pause now and appreciate Matthew's delightful photo.

If only. One was a mechanic and the other was an accountant-cum-cartoonist.

But I do have a great-great aunt who was a prison matron-cum-cocaine fiend.

As the grandson of an executioner, I was speaking to both the quality of noose material and manner in which it was used.

And they're not even well hung.

My favorite Rota score.

I'm making booze-laced chocolate treats to help us get through the next few weeks.

Very thoughtful, as we enter the season of giving.

Hard to pick just one...

I was going to make a joke about what its original purpose was…but that turned out to
be the real answer. Truly interesting artifact.

I named my fists Pink Lady and Jeff because you're gonna get canceled real fast.

Lawrence Welk & The Hotsy Totsy Boys
Florence Henderson Live at The Apollo
Dino, Desi & Billy
Mrs. Miller at The Hollywood Palace
Kristy & Jimmy McNichol Main Stage at the Kern County Fair

That is clearly Celia Johnson on the left.

Brief Encounter?

Right back at you.

My (straight) friend Matt cried (with joy) when Paul Westerberg spit in his mouth while I worried about being crushed to death at a Replacements concert at Fender's in Long Beach.

I miss those days.

Nice!

Those foolish side dished never watch where they're going.

The Stuffle Or: Leftover Impressions

If you’ve never made stuffles out of your leftover Thanksgiving stuffing and mashed potatoes, you’re doing yourself a great disservice.

spatchcock.substack.com/p/the-stuffle

My first week at UCLA, my friend Shannon asked me to drive her through Beverly Hills to a specific corner, just so she could announce in a sing-song-y voice, "Here we are, Sunset & Camden!"

She will never NOT be my friend.

I didn't even know such a thing existed. Looks really great!

Dick Cavett in white briefs & socks holding a book entitled "A New You."

Wishing a happy belated birthday to my secret childhood crush, Dick Cavett.

It took a while for me to delete mine, and it made me angry enough that I was finally able to go the full 30 days without logging onto that nasty site.

As to the actual tattoo, I'm going to guess Aram Saroyan's "M."

To F, or not to F...

The F for Reed would be used to get a good look at that penis tattoo.

Nuzzi has a Faye Dunaway-like quality about her, both inside and out.

(Dunaway called me a "fucking moron" the second time we met, so my interpretation of the inner Faye is uncharitable, at best.)