Kenny Morse

Public access television is crowded with the libidinous chatter of sex priestesses and the monotonous drivel of wanna-be Regis Philbins. But on occasional Saturdays, Kenny Morse breaks this idiocy with his alter ego, Mr. Traffic, a fast-talking showman who knows more than seems healthy about the rules of the road. He is hard to miss, his manic monologues and hokey sets knocking even the most adept channel surfer off balance. His "Ask Mr.

Public access television is crowded with the libidinous chatter of sex priestesses and the monotonous drivel of wanna-be Regis Philbins. But on occasional Saturdays, Kenny Morse breaks this idiocy with his alter ego, Mr. Traffic, a fast-talking showman who knows more than seems healthy about the rules of the road. He is hard to miss, his manic monologues and hokey sets knocking even the most adept channel surfer off balance. His "Ask Mr.

I loved Heidi Siegmund Cuda's piece on Gossip ["It's Glam A Go-Go," June 3], but I am amazed she has never covered the most successful club show in West Hollywood: my "Karaoke With Kenny," in its 14th year. Monday nights, Revolver has been the place to go because of the success of my show. Kenny Morse Los Angeles

Re "Speeding Through '90s-Style Traffic School" (June 12): Mindful that the following statement might seem self-serving, as the most visible traffic school teacher in California via my TV and radio appearances, traffic school classes and mega-visited Web site, let me just say to Harry Chandler on behalf of all the drivers of California, "Yikes!" Is he more knowledgeable because of online traffic school? No. Is he more thoughtful of other drivers because of online traffic school? No. Is he less likely to not think a yellow light means "speed up" because he could get to see his basketball game sooner?

In "2nd Wind," Gene Bua and Toni Bull Bua's rock musical at the Gene Bua Acting for Life Theatre, the head-miked actors sing to canned music at a decibel level better suited for a stadium than the smallish venue. They scream life-affirming messages, drowning out the pathos of the true-life experiences that inspired this loud, long and predictable piece.

Do you tune out when talk radio turns to the ins and outs of tuneups? These days, car talk over the airwaves isn't only about what's under the hood. Touted as being "for and about people like you," "Traffic Jam" on KRLA-AM (1110) heads down a road less traveled: The show is all about the driver. No chatter about the joys of anti-sway bars or how to tweak transmissions here. Don't get me wrong--gear heads can get something from it too.

Amicable Parting: Rolling Stone lead singer Mick Jagger and Texas model Jerry Hall have "amicably and formally agreed to separate," and to obtain an annulment, their attorneys said Friday. The two reached a "mutually acceptable legal and financial settlement" after a brief hearing in the High Court in central London, they added. "Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall are determined that their friendship and mutual respect will endure.

Talk about your weird weight reduction theories. The newsletter of the Beverly Hills-based Reef Seekers Dive Co. reports that you can lose weight in a hyperbaric chamber, the device used to treat divers suffering from decompression sickness ("the bends"). "As the pressure increases in the chamber, the fat is squeezed out of your cells, and goes through the normal waste process of your body," said the scuba equipment company's newsletter.

Authors often receive requests from their brethren for book-jacket endorsements. But seldom are the notes as heavy-handed as one received by Long Beach mystery writer Wendy Hornsby ("A Hard Light"). The sender, a professor in the South, said he realized Hornsby was busy and might not have time to actually read his first book, a crime novel. So he sent along three pages of potential blurbs for Hornsby to choose from. All she had to do was check the appropriate box, as in a multiple choice test.

In my second-favorite L.A. paper, the Los Alamitos News-Enterprise, the police log listed this bulletin out of La Palma: "A man reported a psychic was hacking into his computer." Not to learn secrets, I presume. WILSHIRE EAST? David Harwood of Pasadena came upon the Miracle Mile in Bullhead City, Ariz., no less (see photo). "This Miracle Mile," he added, "has Wal-Mart, Kmart and J.C. Penney stores."

In our continuing series of duels between the King's English and American English, Randall Bosley of Hollywood offers this story. When Bosley visited England, he says, "I was repeatedly greeted with smirks and giggles whenever I introduced myself with, 'Hi. I'm Randy.' Which would sometimes be followed by the remark, 'Oh, and are you?' or 'Are you really?' Finally, after more than two weeks of this, someone had the kindness to explain that 'randy' in England means horny or oversexed.