THE SCREENING ROOM ... AT 26TH AND WILSHIRE!

We've all seen our share of big screen personalities at 7th and Montana. Alec Baldwin, Renee Zellweger, Courtney Cox, Demi and more have all slurped cappuccino at Our Favorite Starbucks at one time or another. But Genevieve and Kathy ran into a character last week who gives new meaning to the term "screen legend." Meet Mr. Plasma, a Local Nimrod who brought his own flat screen TV with him to the Starbucks on Wilshire and 26th, set it up on a table and began taking photos of it while passersby gaped in astonishment. I guess that's one way to organize a TV shoot ...!

LET A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Smiles Davis," an anonymous Fashion Victim who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning wearing a navy blue jumpsuit covered in yellow smiley faces, bright red sneakers and a ski cap. "Good God," I said, "Look what just rolled-in from the Funny Farm." Actually, he spent a good deal of time sitting outside in the rain -- no doubt trying to let a smile be his umbrella -- before finally venturing into Our Favorite Starbucks. Once inside, he wasted no time cracking open his laptop. I tried to peek over his shoulder at what he was typing, but all I could make out was " : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) "

AGENT ORANGE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Agent Orange, an Eccentric Newcomer who made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning wearing flowing orange robes, love beads, hippy sandals, layers of white warpaint and a pigtail on top of his head. No one took any particular notice of him -- you have to do a lot more than that to attract attention at Our Favorite Starbucks -- but I whipped out my Spycam just the same. "I'm feeling a flashback to 1972 coming on," I said, "Everything's groovy!" As for Agent Orange, he ordered a Grande Chai Latte which he guzzled down in less than 30-seconds while speed reading The New York Times. And then, faster than you can say "commune," he zipped out the door and dashed up 7th Street like a man on a mission. I guess you could say he was a Harried Krishna ...!

A CHANTS ENCOUNTER ... AT WHOLE FOODS!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Guru of Whole Foods, a sikh individual who spent this afternoon sitting in front of the Whole Foods market in Beverly Hills chanting up a storm. I first noticed him when I went in for lunch. There he was, sitting Indian-style across from one of his disciples, chanting: "Om ... Om ... Om ... Om." He went om and om as if he were on a continuous loop. He was still at it when I emerged 20-minutes later. And then he suddenly stopped, turned to the woman sitting across from him and said, "There now. You see, I've reached a plane of higher consciousness!" Either that, or he was trying to cast an absentee ballot for Om Emmanuel in the Chicago Mayoral race ...!

SKIRTING THE ISSUE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Change was in the air this morning at 7th and Montana as the Zombie -- the man known for sitting for hours on end, in the same position, in the same chair at Our Favorite Starbucks -- made the scene wearing a revealing, new skirt. It was bright blue with a white floral pattern and a slit up to the waist. "Do you think it's too much?," he asked. And then, without pausing, he answered himself. "No, it's just right!" He continued conversing with himself in increasingly animated tones until he reached the cashier, where he ordered a Double Espresso. I made it a point to leave before the caffeine kicked-in ...

TWO HEADS AREN'T BETTER THAN ONE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was a double-header at 7th and Montana this morning as a city worker made the scene wearing a hard hat over a backwards baseball cap. "Nice look," I said, "You're being twice as stylish with two hats!" I didn't have the heart to tell him that two times zero is still zero ...

SLUDGEGATE, REVISITED ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was many happy returns today at 7th and Montana as “Dr. Sludge,” the local brainiac known for flushing baby wipes down the toilet, made the scene at Our Favorite Starbucks. The Good Doctor's drano-for-braino antics last year sent hundreds of gallons of sludge surging into neighborhood homes, but in recent months he's kept a relatively low profile. “Quick,” I muttered as he walked in the door, “Get the plunger!" I was hoping for another Sludgegate incident ... but he seemed to be on his best behavior today. Some say he's all out of baby wipes ... but I think he's as flush with them as ever!