Lost_Warrior

*rotfl* We had a closet door like that at the gas station. Our manager thought it was great fun to lock people who she didn't like in there. They eventually put a key on a long chain on the inside of the closet, in case someone got locked in. I would have just kicked the door down.

This is a VERY good point. Are you thinking of doing separate tours? Or one tour including all of the places you mentioned? ETA: You also need to consider cost. I'm not sure what "audience" you are going for here, but I'm assuming you want this to be easily accessible. Instead of adding more time to one tour (making it far more expensive I would imagine) you might want to consider doing multiple smaller tours (one just in Rome, for instance. You could go to all of the landmarks in Rome and maybe a few of those close by.)

Good luck!!! Enjoy your football game.

What were the leaves saying?

Didn't a lot of gladiators get their training ideas from the Legions? Wouldn't it have stood to reason then, that they got some of the weapons and armor ideas from the Legions as well?

Hey now, just because I'm crazy doesn't mean that God really isn't speaking to me!

Not all soldiers wore greaves, if I recall, it was only the centurions and other high ranking officers (for the most part. Some did supply their own I believe.) Still, the thighs remained largely uncovered.

Of course!! By using their ancient X-Ray Specs! If visibility of the tattoos in battle was the intended purpose, one would assume that they put them on their arms and legs...or even their faces (though for some reason I just can't picture a Roman with facial tats).

Britney Spears. Sorry, I didn't feign any indignation, but I can fake it if you like...

I can think of a few women who would get along just fine, in that regard.

I wouldn't know. Some day I'll try it, and then I'll let ya'll know. As for the beard, I thought Romans didn't wear beards, anyhow?

Provided they have electricity, and outlets...and they haven't changed the plugs in a thousand years, which is pretty damn unlikely LOL. I don't think I want to know what the polarized plug of the future will look like!

I suppose it's possible but not likely. An industrious woman might well have slept with everyone who 'discovered' her...and kept them quiet with promises of more 'sleeping'. This is definitely a difficult thing to hide. Not entirely impossible...but very difficult...at least, by modern standards. Things very well have been different back then, in terms of the way they dealt with this (we really don't know how they dealt with the issue of menstruation...I'm pretty sure they didn't have Kotex back then...so I don't know what they did.) It would also be worth noting that hard physical labor for any extended period of time can make women infertile...so this might not have been an issue for very long. What do you mean? Is this something that the legions commonly did? Or is it a habit that women supposedly have of bearing their shoulders when doing hard labor? (because I certainly don't, but I was always a tomboy anyhow. )

*is imagining a "techno fashion show"*

I tried that gesture myself, from your description, and ended up with something resembling a bad shadow puppet.

You guys lost me. Somehow trying to describe hand signs in writing just makes my brain go 'splodey.

And here in the states it's the "Rock On" sign...seen at rock concerts and the like. It's also, somehow, associated with devil worship and Satanism...but that's only in certain context (and I've seen photos of a crowd doing this at a CHRISTIAN rock concert so...). In certain pagan traditions it's the sign of the Horned God, or the "kiss your hand to the moon" gesture. I've also read that it is a gesture which has been used to remove a curse/protect against curses (though I don't trust that source).

LOL I know, right? That's like the New Orleans thing. Well yea, that was a huge disaster. Very tragic. But WHO got the brilliant idea to build a city in a giant sinkhole, holding the sea back with walls, right on the southeast coast where hurricanes hit several times a year??? It was bound to happen!! Duh... Oh yea...and did you know there are earthquakes in Los Angeles? The San Andreas fault...again...duh...

I do know that kissing on (both? I think) cheeks was used as a greeting, as opposed to a handshake. It was use by both men, and women. The question of thumbs seems to have no definitive answer, actually. It's often debated but, from what I've gathered, there simply is not enough evidence to come to a conclusion one way or the other.

Those are AWESOME. I wish I had the patience to do something like that.

It's spelled "Bucket". (pssst...that's the joke...everyone pronounces her name wrong and she gets pissed...) I love both of those shows. I wish Fawlty Towers was still airing in the States. Hyacinth cracks me up though, she kind of reminds me of my grandmother on speed.

(inspired by This Thread.) I've heard differing opinions on this...I've heard that tattoos were seen as something "barbarian" and "lowly" and that only a slave would ever be marked thus (in reference to legion tattoos). I've also heard that tattoos, at least in the legions, were commonly accepted, at least as an identifying mark. Does anyone have more information on this? Were they ever seen outside of the legions?

Awesome tat! Though, I must say, in the second picture, I know he's holding a gladius but it kind of looks like an AK 47 from that angle. *grins* I never knew Antony was THAT MUCH of a gangsta!

I didn't know I HAD a personal statement there. I don't look at my own profile much.

But I have it back now. *Pries brain out of life's mouth*. A little spit covered, but no worse for wear. *grins* Over the past year or so, I've been so preoccupied with work, and other things, that I've hardly had time to do anything I cared about. And when I DID have time, I was usually so bogged down with depression or something similar, that I couldn't manage to do anything. It started sometime last winter...and during that time when pretty much my whole focus was on surviving and maintaining some semblance of sanity...I somehow lost track of all of the things that were actually important to me. Fast forward a few months, and I am off to Minnesota. I had a wonderful time, but the job I was counting on coming back to, fell through quite literally at the last minute. So my newest concern became finding a suitable job. I did that, and recently, my life has been so bogged down with various spiritual stuff (unrelated to my religious pathwork) and random mental ick (I've been putting a lot of work into overcoming some issues stemming from my childhood which were literally preventing me from maintaining functional relationships. I think I've made a LOT of progress.) that I again, lost track of what was important. I realized today that for the past several months, my life contained three things: my job, the mental and spiritual whirlpool that was consuming my mind, and my relationship with Kitten. I had nothing else, literally. Nothing else mattered to me, and all of the things that I used to enjoy, got in the way of those three things. I also realized that my best friend in the world, who is also quite the little shut-in, still takes time out of his day to watch movies. And he spends so much time working that it's absolutely insane. So while he was unavailable all day (really, for the past four days or so) I decided to take the time I have the house to myself to feed my poor brain. The only thing I did today that even remotely resembles work is washing the dishes and feeding the chickens. Then I took a hot bath, and sat down to write. I wrote two essays for Love, Hope and Life which are part of a project I have been attempting to do for the past four or five weeks. I've been dressed in my PJ's since about 2 PM, and I've got tons of tea and chocolate. I've been spending a lot of time reconnecting with my friends outside of that one relationship previously mentioned, as well. I'd realized that I'd only wanted to talk to one person, in the world...maybe two, on some days. Even a shut in needs more than one friend, so I'm making an effort to reach out to other people. And with those two essays (and the long standing project that they represent) done, I think I'd like to have a drink to celebrate...if only I had a drink. Well, I'll take a rain-check on the drink I guess. This has been a perfect end to 2007 if I do say so myself.