Mike Judge & Don Hertzfeldt
(AUTOGRAPHS) Judge and Hertzfeldt's Animation Show begins its weeklong run at the Varsity tomorrow (see the film section for details), but today animation enthusiasts can get a little art from the two brilliant chaps themselves as they sign autographs at Scarecrow Video. The creator of King of the Hill and the man who invented the Family Learning Channel, together in person? You know you want to go. (Scarecrow Video, 5030 Roosevelt Way NE, 524-8554, 5 pm, free. ) BRADLEY STEINBACHER

Black Eyes
(MUSIC) One hundred twenty-five people filtered into the oppressively curated Center on Contemporary Art this past May to see a cumbersome five-piece band from Washington, D.C. --and it's all I heard about for the two weeks that followed. In spite of the night's faulty sound and awkward fields of visibility, a quick inventory of the audience that night counted nary a single scowl, as Dischord darlings Black Eyes--with their twin rhythm sections and shrieking implications--propelled a cacophonous cadence of... well, mostly just subtle-to-vigorous head nodding. Which, for the uninitiated, is Seattle's way of saying "My mind is totally blown." (Graceland, 109 Eastlake Ave E, 262-0482, 6 pm, $8. ) ZAC PENNINGTON

Todd Barry
(LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF) Every so often, a standup comic gets anointed as hip by way of association with rock bands. Todd Barry is such a specimen--he's shared stages with Yo La Tengo, Luna, and many others. He is also a very funny motherfucker, with a hushed delivery that hypnotizes even as it slays, and a CD (Medium Energy) that stands up to repeated listens. Alas, even the hippest of comics must ply their trade at comedy clubs, so drag yourself to Giggles and sample some of the good stuff. (Giggles Comedy Club, NE 53rd St and Roosevelt Way, 526-5653 for reservations. Fri-Sat Sept 26-27, 8 and 10 pm, $10 adv/$12 door.) SEAN NELSON

FM Knives

(MUSIC) When I interviewed Dirtnap Records' Ken Cheppaikode last spring, he admitted he didn't know why he still made 7-inches. The small vinyl cuts aren't the most financially viable products for a small business, and yet he continues to press them because he loves 7-inches so much himself. Tonight marks the release of a little 45 from Sacramento's FM Knives, a band that bursts with the chipper pop racket punk bands like the Undertones and the Buzzcocks ruled before them. "Keith Levine" and "Valentine" are short bursts of wild 'n' woolly energy tamed only by the length of the record that encapsulates them. (Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave, 784-4880, 9 pm, $7. ) JENNIFER MAERZ

'Lost in Translation'
(EVIDENCE THAT THERE IS A GOD) I realize that Bill Murray has made mistakes. Scrooged, for instance. What the fuck was that? In fact, I thought Caddyshack was foolish and annoying, and I've been holding a grudge ever since. Which explains why I felt like a turd-colored candy bar in a swimming pool last week when, drawn by some unseen hand, I found myself in a movie theater watching, of all things, Lost in Translation. What transpired within me was something on the order of a religious experience--and I'm the kind of person who tries to avoid those. You hated Mad Dog and Glory? I did too. But grant the guy a little forgiveness. It is the holy day. (Various venues and times; see Movie Times, page 83.) CHRISTOPHER FRIZZELLE

Jeffrey Eugenides
(LECTURE) Eugenides, who will talk tonight about his work in that large and allusive Seattle Arts & Lectures way, is the author of The Virgin Suicides and the Pulitzer-winning Middlesex. Last year's Middlesex had critics in a tizzy: The love story that sets in motion this tale of incest and genetic snafu and insufficiently differentiated (that is to say, hermaphroditic) sex organs is so tender and vividly told that you might just forget that you already know that the lovers' child is headed down the road to ruin. The story is narrated, Tristram Shandy-like, by the child- to-be of these doomed Greek lovers, born Calliope, turned Cal by choice, neither male nor female but something in between. (Benaroya Hall, 200 University St, 621-2230, 7:30 pm, $9-$23.) EMILY HALL

Robbie Conal
(POSTER ARTIST) Bay Area-based guerrilla artist Robbie Conal paints cats. But the substance of the cat art will never compare to that of his posters, which, by way of art (great art, for that matter), transmit political messages. Conal's posters are political because they denounce right-wing power, but also because they violate public space. He plasters them all over his city and other cities. In his art we find a political message that's reinforced by a political action. A work of art can go no further than that. (Elliott Bay Book Company, 101 S Main St, 624-6600, 5 pm, free. See also Preview, page 25. ) CHARLES MUDEDE

(THEATER) Homebody/Kabul opens with a nutty, rambling, heady, and dazzling monologue delivered by an unnamed British matron (played with a mixture of delicacy and steel by Ellen McLaughlin). Interweaving her home life and bits of Afghan history, this lengthy soliloquy mixes intimacy and alienation to heartbreaking effect. The rest of this nutty, rambling, heady, and intermittently dazzling play is not so sure-footed--apparently, no one dares to tell playwright Tony Kushner, author of Angels in America, that he could stand to tighten things up--but Kushner's ambition sets him apart in American theater; this play, whatever its weaknesses, resonates with our time like nothing else. (Intiman Playhouse, 201 Mercer St, 269-1900. $27-$42. Thurs-Fri at 7 pm, Sat-Sun at 1 and 7 pm, Tues-Wed at 7 pm. Through Oct 11. ) BRET FETZER