entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

Last Saturday, Kim and i went with allannah and her family to see Cirque du Soleil's Kooza (for some reason, our show didn't feature the unicyclist or the acrobats on stilts), which was a marvelous show, more circus-y and less plot-driven than other CdS shows, and absolutely fun, despite being also more clown-heavy than other shows.  After the show, we had a fabulous and decadent meal at The Melting Pot.  After the meal, there was postcard spam on the car, advertising some to-do; nothing noteworthy, except for the "Dress Code Lavish:"

NO Sports Wear, Jeans or Tennis Shoes. You Must Have on a Collard Shirt!

Brassica fashion is edgy, man.