Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Rip van Stinkel, the latest in a long line of zombies to somnambulate their way to 7th and Montana and collapse in a heap at Our Favorite Starbucks. This one spent four hours this morning frozen in position at a table by the front door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Rigor Mortis has set in," I said. "Go on in," said Kathy, "I'm sure you can get a close-up and he'll never notice your spycam." But I kept my distance. Something tells me this guy likes a good clash ... but maybe that's just all his plaid talking!