ASIDE FROM THE CURRENT whereabouts of conceptual artist and convicted non-terrorist Jason Sprinkle (he’s out of jail and apparently doing OK), the most-asked question these days to Misc. World HQ (www.miscmedia.com) is “What’s gonna happen to the Cinerama?” Cineplex Odeon currently continues to operate Belltown’s early-’60s-vintage film box on a month-to-month basis. Independent parties are said to be attempting to buy the place, desiring to turn it into a not-yet-officially-announced entertainment concept, probably involving film screenings of some sort. If their quest succeeds, you’re sure to hear about it.

Next, let’s figure out a future for the ex-Cineplex Newmark Cinemas. I know there’s something of a surplus of performance spaces in town right now, but a five-theater fringe/ music/ dance/ whatever cavalcade would be the perfect contempo complement to the new symphony hall going up nearby.

UP IN SMOKE: Was listening to CNN’s live press-conference coverage about the potential ban on U.S. cigarette billboards while reading the 6/19 Stranger with the Kamel ad right up next to a Queer Issue article entitled “Nobody’s Billboard.” Sure, I’ll miss the cigarette billboards and the lovely defacements placed thereupon by enterprising protestors (as reported in these pages a couple weeks back). But I’m also a little worried. (I could say “a tad worried,” but I’ve been in the Seattle music scene to long to think of “a tad” as something small.) Without dumb ads in store windows and along strip-mall highways promoting smoking as a blasé, corporate-engendered, mainstream-American habit, how are we gonna convince the kids how uncool it is? (The cig brands in current favor among Broadway’s smoking vegans include some of the least heavily advertised, such as that indie brand falsely believed by many buyers to be made by Native Americans.) Indeed, with all the curtailments on cig ads in places where kids might be able to see ’em, we might be in for even more intense smoking-is-cool marketing pushes inside 21-‘n’-over joints.

TALKED OUT: The least talked-about ramification of the Second Seattle TV Network Switch is the sudden fallout of that early-’90s broadcast staple, the daytime “reality” talk show. Former KIRO and KSTW daytime attractions Maury Povich, Ricki Lake, Geraldo Rivera, Jenny Jones, and Crook & Chase have been shunted into the wee hours or onto UHF indie KTZZ. It’s not the genre’s end, but it could signal the beginning of the end. If the format does disappear, I wouldn’t worry about the fate of all those potential guests who’d no longer get to share their traumas and family secrets with the world. I would, however, feel sorry for all the op-ed columnists, sociology profs, and Republican politicians who’ve dissed the chat shows as proof of the inexorable decline of American mores. (These critics never seemed to find anything disturbing about the existence of incest, abuse, fraud, poor parenting, etc.; just about the public revelations of same.) Speaking of alleged attacks on allegedly traditional values…

MY-CUP-RUNNETH-OVER DEPT.: The religious-kitsch camp collecting fad has been bubbling under the radar of media attention for a few years. It’s now gone above ground with the opening of Coffee Messiah (neon window-sign slogan: “Caffeine Saves”), the latest espresso concept on Capitol Hill’s E. Olive Way. The joint looks terrific, with more cool prayer candles and crucifixes and Mary statues and religious paintings than you’d ever find in any Italian-American grandma’s house. So what if some might call it sacreligious. I see it more as sincerely celebrating the human expressions of faith and devotion, neither insistant nor perjorative about the ideological content of any particular belief. It’s like a small-business version of the Unity Church: all the reassuring ritual and artistry of worship, without any potentially troublesome theology.

If you really wanna see some urban hipsters belittling a popular object of solemn worship for the sake of cheap laffs and shock value, go enter the Mystic Sons of Morris Graves’ raffle for the chance to “Shatter a Genuine Chihuly!” (The glass-bustin’ event’s gonna be Thursday, Aug. 7 at the Lava Lounge, where $1 entry tix are now being sold; proceeds benefit the Northwest Fine Art Search and Rescue Team.)