I’m greatly enjoying the epic podcast The Secret History of Hollywood. Actually, it’s less of a podcast and more of an audiobook. You should check it out. I’m just starting part three of the latest series, “Bullets and Blood.” In parts one and two, Cagney emerges as one of the few people in Hollywood with two feet on the ground and a good heart. Some of the best anecdotes in the podcast are of his tussles with the mercenary head of the Warner Brothers Studio, Jack L. Warner, who was vexed by a rare star who needed the studio less than the studio needed him.

If some crazy dark side of his personality emerges in part three, please don’t spoil it for me!

About a year and a half ago my cousin’s multitalented husband was in town as part of the crew for a show at New York’s Bowery Ballroom. I dropped by to say hello, and found myself captivated by the opening act, Julien Baker. As everyone knows, I am a stone cold robot, but on the rare occasions when I want to remind myself what it’s like to love, lose, and have a pulse, I crank up folk rock belted by women half my age, usually starting with this.

I sketched this while watching a terrific documentary on Netflix, Floyd Norman: An Animated Life. Floyd was an animator and writer on basically every cartoon I ever saw as a kid, from Sleeping Beauty, to 101 Dalmations, to Scooby Doo, to the Smurfs, to Toy Story.

Disclaimer: I was not a kid when Toy Story was released. Floyd is now 81, and looks younger than me, and I wish I was joking.

Oh hey, today would have been my Nana’s 100th birthday! Here’s a digital painting of her in her youth, perhaps in her hometown of La Paz, Mexico.