Nick Carter was at Seahawks Stadium the other week, playing emcee at the KISS FM (106.1) concert. (And here I thought someone was torturing a gay cat with a screwdriver.) Afterward, Backstreet Blondie flitted over to the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center for a bleary-eyed, heartstring-yanking visit with the patients. According to reports, Nick spent about 90 minutes signing autographs and ignoring questions about his much younger and cuter brother, Aaron.

There were no women mentioned in these sightings. Not one.

A.J. from American Idol and his eyebrows were at the KISS gig, too. Backstagers at the event report that afterward A.J. and the Brows holed up to take promo photos.

Speaking of reality-TV people you've never heard of: The Amazing Race. Ring any bells? I had to look it up, and it seems like an "if Cannonball Run and Road Rules had a baby" concept. (Yawn.) Last season there was this relatively adorable guy named Wil who was teamed up with his ex-pump Tara. They lost. Well, "Wendy" spotted Wil at the Seattle Gift Show with his new girlfriend (who "looked JUST LIKE Tara, but wasn't"), peddling crafty things like homemade aprons, candles, and "miniature chandelier-like things." And it don't GET any realer than THAT.

"Amy H." spotted Fabio at the Sea-Tac International Airport. Yes, FABIO! "He was dressed in fabulous Fabio fashion: black cowboy boots, tight black pants, open tight black shirt--although nary a peek of those sand dollar-sized nips!" she reports. Fabio was in town for a Washington wine auction benefiting Children's Hospital & Regional Medical Center. "He did a long-tressed hair-flip as he mounted his steed--in this case, a black Lexus SUV--then sped away to points presumably romantic and buttery-flavored."

And here I thought Fabio was a fictionalized composite character. Like Jesus.

Does everyone know that Al and Tipper Gore have been vacationing on Orcas Island? Don't tell anyone--they're trying to keep a low profile.

Our last sighting features a really (really, really) notable DJ. But I can't use his name, because he was allegedly drunker than a poet on payday. So we'll call him... oh, off the top of my head... "Ishmael." Okay: Super-famous DJ "Ishmael" was spotted at Watertown in Queen Anne last week. Shitfaced? Si, señor! Witnesses overheard him asking for directions to other stylish par-tay establishments as a waiter escorted him out. He then reportedly turned and stumbled shitfacedly off into the night.

adrian@thestranger.com