Gaius Octavius

You sure have a right to be proud! You are quite the artist. Did you ever think about selling your art rather than getting a job?

Austria tramples the USA! Can Lichtenstein be next? Then on to San Marino!

I hope that everyone is reading your blog. See what happens when one goes to minisoda? One becomes an iron arsonist and a gnostic. Better one goes to the Heart of America and become an opera singer or an Albanian chef. Good money! But, if you must become an iron arsonist and collect tattoos on your bod, take up hustings in Lancaster County, penciltucky. Plenty of horses and cows to shoe. They'll love you if you get a hex tattoo on the corpus delectus. Unfortunately, those beings are quite cheap. Plenty of chocolate and shoo-fly pie; expand the bod so that you can really add tattoos. I am quite certain that you have contracted a real hex or curse. For a small offering, I can remove it.

Greetings to All y'All: I haven't deserted. My computer crashed. My A/C crashed. And, I have a slew of medical problems. The quacks have become my social life, and so, I have had to stop aggravating MPC. Those of you on my 'Jokes List' know that I havent been at it . Sorry. Will be back soon. Sorry! Love, Cecil, etc.

Call your M.P. Remind him that you voted for him. Have your school and the archaeological team put pressure on the powers that be. Stay on top of them - day and night. Tell the arline what is going on; embellish the story. Make plans with the team to be a day late.

Depends on the Standard of Living. An as might have been a small fortune to a poor person.

GO now calls in THE Village Idiot to render assistance to her shameless PhDship as her fricasseed brains are of no help. The snow begins to fall heavily. And then...

I don't know how much help this is: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/special_report/...edia/296942.stm "Test of time "However, just four hundred years later, the ides seems set only to survive as a literary and historical reference - in spite of it being the date by which debts (including Caesar's) were usually settled." Maybe? Didn't his wife tell him that she had a bad dream about his going to the Senate that day? (Maybe that's just Shakespeare.)

May I suggest what Pantagathus and I did when we met. I had a picture of my car up in the Gallery (along with the license plate). He told me where he was at. We exchanged our Roman names to make sure, and took it from there. Make sure that the drivers know how to get from where to where.

GO calls in a shrink to translate A/C's babble. No help. Shrink suggests a little work by the Trepaniac to relieve whatever ails A/C. Maybe A/C has been inhaling too much of Caldrail's and MPC's CO2. Or has commenced paling out with RtG. It starts to snow. And then...

I did that. That's when it disappeared. Obviously, I am not the only one. It's a problem and should be fixed.

I just spent a couple of hours writing a story for my blog. When I went to 'post' it, I got the dumb message: 'An error has occurred.' The whole thing went poof! It has been happening to me ever since the 'new and improved ' Forum has been set up. I am really ticked off! What's wrong? Most of the smilies are gone. That's OK; I probably overused them. Now I have 'Friends'. I know who my 'Friends' are! I don't need a list. Or, is it meant that one has enemies on the Forum? I don't have enemies on this Forum. It's like American cars; the damned engineers never drive the cars (or care) before they let them loose on the road. Do any of you have problems like this? Or is it just me? It's not my computer. It's the damned idiot produced program that has gone idiot. And it's not Mr. Scotch. What, of any real value, has the 'new improved' idiocy added to the Forum?

Ladies! Ladies! Please!

I subscribed to it ages ago. Got one, and then it stopped. Just tried to re-subscribe and was told that I am on the list. Que?

GO ponders a nonce. Moot? Debatable or not debatable? That is the question. GO sends a telegram to the apple knocker, Pantagathus, that his 'babes' have beards camouflaged by Saks Fifth Avenue's very best. They should have used a straight edge. Didn't the pumpkin kicker notice?

Seeing as how Nephele has made plans to attend Coney Island's annual Mermaid Parade this Saturday, she will be picking up a few additional transvestites from the parade to bring back to Doc's party. Must get back to work on my fetish/mermaid costume now... P.S. to Pantagathus: Just for you, I shall photographically record the Coney Island polytheistic ritual of appeasing Lord Neptune by tossing fruit into the ocean. -- Nephele [How about a picture of you for all to admire? N.B. You might eat at Gargiulo's - if you can get in.]

G.O. thanks the gods that N.C. didn't flick out his candle. He then appoints NC the specialist for the Cordax Transvestites. DoL is cooking Rocky Mountain Oysters for the unwary. A/C has given her some via kill to fire up. And then...

GO tells the reptilian C. that he should list his slaves on the new Prevert Exchange. Domina Augusta will be the specialist. The impostor A/C can put his bid up there and C. will be assured of payment. Actually, GO has an interest in the slave girl almost wearing red skivvies and balanced on black stilettos and bearing a black whip and candles and a black cat mask! And then...

Nephele Carnalis, you are a member of the ignoble gens Sagii of the Cloacii class. Your praenomen is Messalina. You are presently employed as Tiberius' procuress and Lady about town. Your full Roman name is: Messalina Agrippina -LEECH, + IMASAGPI (Teach you to make the god-Consul a bathroom attendant!)

Those are some of the best wildlife pictures I have ever seen. They don't show that on TV.

SteveS, a picture of something, in your private collection, doesn't diminish its value any. Pertinax or Caldrail have probably put a picture of a pugio up in their Galleries. You have probably seen pictures of the Mona Lisa. They don't diminish its value.

Kyle, you're fired! Welcome and good luck. Hello and Welcome Kyle..ignore GO he has eaten depraved oysters (again). GO depraved? Kyle, if you want to see depravity at its apex, you are welcome to go to the Imaginary Party: http://www.unrv.com/forum/index.php?showto...t=0&start=0. Then guess who slipped the depraved oysters to me. You will see why I am the Pater Arcanae.

Kyle, you're fired! Welcome and good luck.

You, of course, mean an Odd Fellow. Thanks.