Gaius Octavius

The god-Consul is terrified by the otherworldly look on the Domina Livia's face. He wonders what calamity is to befall The Empire!

At about this point, I think that the question should be turned around, thus: What if so-and-so (your choice, e.g., Cicero), took over after CJC? Might shed more light or dreams.

If I remember correctly, she showed a bit of skin. Leave the rest up to you.

"Today we have hundreds of very specific gadgets," she said, "but in a non-gadget world you have a number of things used for a variety of purposes, such as pots that might have been wine dippers and spindle whorls that were used as furniture ornamentation." Somehow, I can't imagine this as being the case in a senator's or an emperor's household. More likely a tradesman's. Perhaps, an over broad generalization?

For me, 'I, Claudius' was TV at its best. The actors were all perfect for their parts. Their faces, emotions and actions fit well for the real ones. Tiberius was my hero. Even the young Claudius was perfect.

My Lady: Take a peek here: http://www.soupsong.com/fcitrus.html

I think that I have caught you guys! If I weren't so lazy, I'd get 'em all! GO is magnanimous, so check this out... and be proud: http://intranet.dalton.org/groups/rome/Italia.html

Here is a site with lots of pictures, maps, links, and information. Note well the first site cited, and feel proud: http://intranet.dalton.org/groups/rome/Italia.html

The below.

This is our humble goal. I briefly considered joining People for the Ethical Treatment of Mummies, but the fact that they are opposed to keeping mummies as pets just put me off them. -- Nephele You can always put a leash around RtG's neck.

The staid, studious, professorial, Catonesque MPC, having recovered from an over dose of Falerno up his nose, is induced by the scantily clad Nephele to smoke some of Pertinax' weeds. Although he doesn't believe it, he has taken up with Dol on the dance floor. They are dancing to the racket AoS is making with two clarinets stuffed in his mouth. Fl. V. is now ambling about the floor on all fours, and barking the rhythm for AoS. Pantagathus is babbling in Linear B Greek to anyone he is near, as he searches for Serinella. PNS and JR break up the NN/Ginevra clump and NN tries for a repeat performance with L_W. The Klingon, having deceived Tattle Tale is smirking and enjoying the fruits of his chicanery. GO, who is losing brain cells at an abnormal rate, muses about sending the whole lot off to a very long visit with Ovid or to simply give them all the chop now. And then...!!!???

Sorry about 'invented' - just being me. Dol, what do those rhombus' mean? What about coffee and tea?

I met him and his daughter at a party given to raise money for her production of a play based on his 'God Bless You Mr. Rosewater'. Some of my pals and I became 'angels'. Kiss of death.

I believe that the legionaries diet contained one meat meal a day. They also invented pizza. Flattened out dough topped with onions, garlic, cheese, olive oil, and what else. In the field, cooked on a hot stone. Tomatoes hadn't been invented yet.

This, of course, is alarming news, but there is a ray of light. In 1955(AD), Boris Karloff set up a fund to provide for any disoriented mummies wandering to the shores of America. One hospice was endowed at the Brooklyn Museum and another at the Atlanta Southern Cultural Center. Another hospice is in the building at an Omaha, Nebraska, site which is more conducive to their present situation.

Good grief! Would you ladies kindly knock it off? You're embarrassing me!

DoL, your ravishing Gaius is a nightmare?

Does your dissertation work involve the extensive use of leeches? *gag* Nah. Just prophetic books. Now, Metaphysics is another thing.

And now for loons!

The dancing slave girls have the day off today, so I asked The Augusta and Docoflove to join me in filling in for them. Except... We seem to have misplaced our heads. Oh dear, how careless of us... -- Nephele N.C., not to worry. All the important bits are there, and without the distracting parts.

Gaius, disheveled, is splayed about the Imperial Couch after an over dose of Perfect Patented Pertimaxii. With the aid of a slave, he opens his eyes. He is astonished! - astounded! - appalled! at what he sees! He presumes it an evil dream brought about by the Lord Bacchus. He closes his eyes and then opens them serially. It's all true! No dream! The Sacred Precincts of his Palace are being violated! Pertinax is drilling holes in Caldrail's head and stuffing them with dragonbane in a vain effort to rid C. of the reptilian demons in his head. Moonlapse, plotzed, is busy erasing smilies from the walls. L_W, having exposed her tattoo, is driving Ursus berserk. GPM is chiseling out his new Signature on one of the Palace Piers. Dr. Dalby, socially inebriated, is explaining to WW and RtG how to get it on with a couple of slave girls. Pantagathus, sitting on MPC's chest, is trying to pour Falerno up MPC's nose as a result of a dispute over the translation of some arcane Egyptian scribble into equally worthless runes. N.N., plastered, and completely disregarding his alliance with MPC, is in a turgid ball with Ginevra. Fl. Valerius is arguing with the floor. The Klingon and Mal(icious)adict are mud rasslin with a couple of chickies - in the buff. Pub. Non. Severus and J. Rat., well greased, and also having completely disregarded their lictoral duties to the god-Consul, have their hooks into a couple of nymphs. AoS, Cos., is driving a chariot, decked out with a couple of illegals, through the Palace. Staggered by this uninhibited orgy, GO calls for a goblet of Scots' Scotch. Unbeknownst to him, the Ladies of the Court have entered into a conspiracy to make their bid for World Domination. Cruella slips a Mickey Finn into his goblet and commences to wriggle her tush. Tattle Tale slowly begins to bump and grind away with her charms; the two driving GO to distraction. DoL comes onto the scene and ravishes GO. Then...???!!!

Nah. Scalped.

Eureka! J.R. is a Centurio at last!

Gaius has a BBA, with a major in accounting and minors in Eco, Theo, Business Law, and Phil. Some architecture, and chemical engineering. Don't remember any of it. Rather than put up with me, they gave me a piece of velum. Grad school and I did not see eye to eye, ergo, same result. I have a PHD in Ribald Drinking; one in Metaphysics, and just within the last few weeks, received my PHD in Prophetic Medicine.