Author Archives: Michael Procopio

Movin’ On Up…

… to a de-luxe apartment floaty thing in the sky. With the help of some very patient friends, I have finally moved. is dead. Long live I am forever bewildered by technology. There will be details to iron … Continue reading

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Croaked Madame

When my brother went off to the south of France for his year abroad, one of the first things he planned to do was take a little side trip to Monaco to visit Princess Grace.

He had no prior introduction to either Her Serene Highness nor her family, but I am almost certain he considered that, since he and she were half Irish and both of their fathers were from Philadelphia, he was a shoe-in for a dinner invite. Continue reading

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Happy New-ish Year

                      Well, Gelukkig Nieuwjaar to all you people out there. I’m still under the New Year wire, am I not? I rather enjoyed 2010, but I am comfortable letting it … Continue reading

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Ovaltine Ice Cream: Christmas without The Fluff

Cloris Leachman and Mel Brooks are almost entirely to blame for this week’s post. Or to thank, depending upon your point of view. I was curled up in bed one evening, enjoying a scene from the film Young Frankenstein in … Continue reading

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One Fierce Holiday Cookie.

The Holidays are loud, overly-decorated, in-your-face. This time of year screams out for a cookie to to match it. And gingerbread drag queens certainly fit the bill. Continue reading

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Apple Brown Betty White

I have this “thing” for Betty White. I always have. I  love this woman so much that I could just eat her with a spoon. So that is precisely what I set out to do. Figuratively, of course. She’s a … Continue reading

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A Visual Nursery Rhyme

Pease Porridge. Hot, cold, and nine days old. Can often be seen served alongside faggots.

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