Okay, those of you who are not fans of The WB's "New Tuesday Night" may well not have a clue how very tasty are two - count 'em two - of our sightings this month. First off, we're walking into Borders Books and Music in suburban Sherman Oaks, when heading right for us is that doll-baby Alyson Hannigan. Such a bug's ear we cannot say! We meaningfully put our hand on our companion's thigh in order to give the subtle "do you see what I see?" signal. We're hoping Alyson did not notice this shameless fan move. She was clearly in some degree of hiding, what with her black baseball cap and slightly hunched fashion, but she could not elude our always searching stare. Big bag on her shoulder and not a lick of make-up - we could have eaten her up on the spot. And she likes books in real life, too! Be still our beating hearts.

In addition to that kitty cat Willow (her character on "Buffy," as if you didn't know) we saw, hold on to your heaving bosoms, ANGEL! And what a foxy celestial being he is. And in broad daylight, too! Who woulda thunk? Now the crazy thing is, Mr. Boreanaz - said Angel - was actually driving the car he drives on his eponymous show (wait, does that suggest the show is called Boreanaz, because that would be so wrong, as we know it's called "Angel.") What do you make of that? It's that big tub-of-a black ol' convertible. Does this mean he uses his own car on the show? Do Messieurs Whedon and Greenwalt let him drive the company car? Or is it just a look-a-like? Dunno, but Dave was in fine brooding form as he turned left off of Crescent Heights onto Fountain and made our day. He wore a white T-shirt on this sunny West Hollywood afternoon and don't you just know it must have smelled all clean and warm and like good man skin. T'ain't nothing better than a young well-formed male in a white cotton T. Of course, our former hairdresser once saw David in his shop with his girlfriend, so we might as well just yank our moistened undies out of our crotches and get on with our lives.

To wit, Jack Freaking Nicholson. We were too stunned at first to even believe it was he, but good golly, there was no denying it. We're walking down the very tony Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica when this MOVIE STAR comes into view. That's really the first thing you think: MOVIE STAR. Wearing sunglasses, looking like Jack, he weaves (not in a drunken way, more like he was distracted) onto the sidewalk to pause at a window of some store we were really too preoccupied to take notice of. He appeared to have some assistant type with him: a young guy following a few paces behind looking like he was ready to pick up dropped pistachio shells or the like. Ah, nothing like a star looking just the way he oughter.

Personally, we're exhausted. That's enough for this month. This has simply been too much. But don't worry, we'll keep one eye cocked ...