14 June 2007
Not that it's, like, dead or anything
Pete Vonder Haar covered the deadCENTER Film Festival for Film Threat: you'll want to read his perfectly cromulent wrap-up report.
Regarding a certain Lower Bricktown sub-landmark, Pete says:
Nothing says haute cuisine like Toby Keith. I was tempted to enter, but a little voice inside my head faint in aspect, like a little child said, "If you go into that place, the motor cortex of your brain and I will loosen your sphincter while you sleep. And we've got the basal ganglia on our side."
I'll, um, keep that in mind.
Posted at 7:41 PM to City Scene
Why have I never encountered imperfect cromulence?
Cromulence is binary: either you have it or you don't.
Word is the English Commonwealth of the 1600s was cromwellent.
I am resisting the urge to make some Rump Parliament remark.
Not being the chest-beating, country music, all hat-no saddle, uberPatriot type*, I've never entered the TK's Place either.
But I'll bet they can at least throw together a decent hamburger. Other than mild distaste, I see no reason to boycott the place.
(I'm the regular uberPatriot type, and not-to-worry, I don't like the Dixie Chicks.)