by Pam Grady He was the teen idol that made the bobbysoxers swoon, the Rat Pack’s Chairman of the Board, and the saloon singer with the velvet voice and impeccable phrasing.
by Michael Cecconi How badly do you want a drink? If it is just to get drunk then grab a fifth of vodka on your way home and knock yourself out.
by Michael Cecconi I love to fly.
by Michael Cecconi Women rule. Practical effects are cool. 3-D movies drool.
by Michael Cecconi Here there be spoilers. If we start talking about time travel—jotting little notes on cocktail napkins and trying to visualize what must be a clusterfuck of a temporal highway interchange—then we’ll never get anything done.
by Michael Cecconi Manners. Maketh. Us. Bearable.