MONDAY When it comes to examining the state of contemporary theatre, Robert Brustein has few peers. Expect a stimulating discussion when Brustein comes to the J to offer his viewpoint on how the post-9/11 years have played out on stage — issues he takes on in Millennial Stages: Essays and Reviews 2001—2005. District of Columbia Jewish Community Center, 1529 16th St. NW., at 7:30 p.m. $8. Also, from the McSweeney’s camp of writers come Kevin…

FRIDAY: >> In “sucks but it’s true” news, the H Street NE scene, while awesomely fun, can still be a dangerous part of town. Argonaut bartender Luis “Quike” Morales was reminded of that fact the hard way late last month, when he was shot in the head while walking home from work. Amazingly, Quike survived, but his mounting medical bills are more than any service industry salary could handle. So head on down to the…

At the Friday night performance of Woolly Mammoth Theater’s production of Get Your War On, the audience found just about every moment of the work uproariously funny. Was it because the lines were genuinely clever? Was it because they agreed so wholeheartedly with the author’s liberal stance? Was it a much-needed release after enduring years upon years of injustice from the Bush administration? It’s hard to say, but it begs the question whether the play…

FRIDAY >> We’ve long been fans of John Hodgman, the “former professional literary agent” turned “professional writer” who doles out “advice” in his regular column in McSweeney’s (and occassional appearances on This American Life). Tonight Hodgmania will take hold at Warehouse Theater, as the writer reads from his new book, The Areas of My Expertise, a sort of compendium of completely made-up “history” and “facts.” Listen to Hodgman read the 700 Hobo Names You Requested…