Last night I saw a dance performance by Korean break dancers and ballerinas. As always when I watch dancers, I find it hard to believe they have the exact same muscles and joints as I do. This show was about of bunch of break dancers who were bothering three ballerinas in a studio above. The ballerinas come down and serve the b-boys, they dance back, and then it's on. Then there's more dancing and Butters loses a shoe and a bunch of people die.

I was chatting with a guy at What's That Smell? and he said something about bothering people by revealing fake endings to movies to people waiting to go in. "Have you ever tried it? Like say, 'I wasn't expecting that guy to die.' It really drives people nuts." "You could think of more interesting things to say," I said, "Like, 'I didn't know there would be so much full frontal nudity', then see how many adolescent boys you could trick into seeing 'The Women'."

I just found out Creative Loafing, the chain that bought my paper, the Washington City Paper, declared Chapter 11. Apparently they were caught off-guard by the decline in alternative weeklies' readership and advertising bases. I'm going to visit the office Christmas week, but a special hello to my pals there. I wish I was there, and if there's anything I can do, please buzz me.