"Should I burst into song? Act jaded and dismissive? What should I SAY?" Such frenzied questions rush to the minds of people who find themselves unexpectedly face-to-face with an object of adulation--people like "Killorn," who crashed SMACK into Pearl Jam's Jeff Ament while browsing the Alhambra near Pike Place Market. So what did "Killorn" do? "I spazzed out on him," the poor dear writes. "I told him that if he felt bad about breaking a $1,000 bill on a freaking POSTCARD he was buying he could purchase for me the $180 peasant blouse I was wielding." Smooth. She adds, "The blouse was a ruse. In clever stalking, have a prop. Like a piece of bologna." Brilliant, brilliant girl.

The ever-whispering grapevine informs me that Johnny Curley and missus number two are "in the family way" for the SECOND TIME since their wedding last March. I know what you're thinking. "Hey... but that was only 11 months ago!" Go figure. Johnny has also earned a little national attention by producing and distributing 3,000 glue-on "soul patch" beardlets, à la Seattle's über-sexy gold-winning Olympian Apolo Anton Ohno. Ever the trendsetter, Johnny watched as his fake goatees made it all the way to NYC, where they graced the chins of Today show hosts Matt Lauer and mega-bucks Katie Couric last week.

Speaking of hairy Olympians: She pinned the blame on her man, she got boned on camera, and she even faked her own attempted kidnapping--I ran into diminutive knee-whacker Tonya Harding in the elevator of the KUBE 93 studios last Thursday. The former Olympic crybaby spent an entire week in Seattle doing guest commentary on the Olympics for KUBE 93's T-Man In the Morning Show and (sadly) handing out autographed photos for $10 a pop at glamorous New Wilson Ford/Pierre Money Mart in Ballard. And boob job? WHAT boob job?

Oh. THAT boob job.

Imagine that through the glorious, miraculous grace of god you have found yourself vis-à-vis with devilishly delightful former Real Worlder-slash-recent Seattle transplant Danny Roberts. Got it? Splendid! Now, let's say you can ask him ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING your sick, twisted little brain can conjure up. That's right... ANYTHING! Got it? QUICK! Type out the first question that pops into your head and e-mail it IMMEDIATELY tocelebisawu@thestranger.com! NOW! Trust me--you'll be sorry if you don't....

Finally, "Nurit" saw writer/director Cameron Crowe watching the cute boys toss fish at Pike Place Market. Who the HELL recognizes Cameron Crowe? Good job, "Nurit." Good job.

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