Well, let's see, who did we spot this month?

Here's a total score: Tony Curtis! He was driving a green Chrysler Le Baron convertible to the Disney Studios in Burbank at about 8:30 in the morning. His hair is definitely more salt than pepper these days and he was wearing a dark blazer and classic cop sunglasses. Tony Curtis! Sigh, if only this was the 1950s - Le Rowr! For you non-Angelenos, there is a painting of Tony Curtis on the wall of the 101 Freeway. We have no idea why it's there. There are other murals in town, but why Tony? Why there? Wonder what he thinks when he drives by?

Oh and then there's that dear Farmer Hoggit. Ya know, from "Babe." James Cromwell to those in the know. Personally, he'll always be Stretch Cunningham to us. It's an Archie Bunker thing, for you youngsters. Mr. Cromwell was seen driving down the picturesque Laurel Canyon Boulevard in some funky little sports car. If we weren't complete auto idiots, we'd tell you what kind. Although we were driving with a boy who couldn't ID it either, so we like to think it was exotic or custom or something. Not so much modern sporty, more of an old fashioned sporty. Way cool. And there was his dignified profile behind the wheel. To be honest, we've also seen Mr. Cromwell eating in the past. He's clearly a fan of the rockin' chili at Jinkie's in Sherman Oaks.

Oooh, while eating dinner at the tasty Spark in Studio City, we spied with our little eyes Elizabeth Moss. Yeah yeah, you have no idea who she is. Neither did we at first, but she was damned familiar. Then it hit us: "The West Wing!" She plays the first daughter, Zoe. On this night she was dining with her actual family, and appeared to be eating poultry (or so the remains on her plate suggested). Mom and Dad and little brother were in tow and they seemed like normal people. She seemed perfectly regular, wearing a simply hideous very collegiate concoction: drapey formless long pink skirt with various layers of things on her top half. And some dirty running shoes. Very hippie dorm look, but we were okay with it. She was smiley and friendly and sweet when she bumped our companion's chair. Her mother was watching us so we tried to be very discreet in our abject spying.

Oh God, we saw Gary Coleman!!! We didn't just see Gary Coleman, we experienced him. Your editors, Kate and Joanna, were at Birds, a popular bar in the Hollywood/Los Feliz area. As they entered, Kate charging ahead with abandon, Joanna thought she saw Gary Coleman. They rounded the center divider and Joanna says to Kate, "Was that Gary Coleman?" "Where? Where?" Kate shouts, and heads back around the divider. Joanna follows right on her heels, only to discover that before she had gotten very far, Gary had leapt up and accosted Kate! Actually, he was very polite. Marched right up to Kate, put out his hand and said, "Are you single?" Remember, your Editor-in-Chief is a great beauty. When she laughed warmly and said "No," Gare turned to Joanna with the same question. She politely declined his advances. He raved about their beauty and went back to his table. And good Lord, man, is he small! Much smaller than we could ever have anticipated. We're gonna call him a four footer, and that might be generous. He was actually an attractive man, and quite perfect in his tinyness. But we're sure no woman can get past his minuteness and dubious fame. Poor dear, he was a total gentleman and seemed very sweet. And the Chutzpah!

Ya wanna know what Morgan Fairchild looks like at the gym? To our horror, just like Morgan Fairchild on TV. Okay, not as made up, and she was wearing glasses, and she does seem to be getting on a bit in years, but really, she's a fox. And that ass on the stairmaster? Hypnotizing.

Until next time, dear friends, we'll keep eyes glued ...