Gaius Octavius

Italy has cyclones?

If any are looking to open an account with a broker; looking for securities data and prices, try this: http://www.finra.org/index.htm You'll have to do a lot of clicking around. But, I think that it will be well worth your while. If you find any 'Agency' current market prices here, or anywhere, please let me know.

Package my brain? Anyone got a matchbox? That big, ay? Nome is a good place huh? I mean, plenty of bears and squirrels and stuff? Yup! Even wild Cats. And that warms me up huh? Well, considering the cost of air travel to alaska, I guess I'll carry on paying the heating bill... Considering all, that would be foolish. Well, actually I use electricity...Then it is about time you tried oil. Not sure I want to put that to the test.... Oh, come on. One Bear more or less isn't of any consequence in the ontological scheme of things. Well, if you don't want to go to Alaska, then go to... Aotearoa.

Aren't all 'days' of the same length?

It's too bad that you didn't ask earlier. You might try Richard Fazzini, a curator of Egyptian Art at the Brooklyn Museum.

I don't think that you realize it, but the tenor of your comment: "When I started the

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Some month or so ago, the computer commenced to really ail. It would take the quarter hour to pass from hither to thither. Gaius sat at the computer for so many hours that his legs commenced to fill with water. Quack forbid computer and ordered the Presence to go horizontal. Also ordered 'water' pills. Just what I need! During a hiatus from the horizontal, I chanced upon a private message from a Roman friend, one Pertinax. I thought it only mete and just that I refurbish my beaker with a refreshment in his honour prior to replying. The first few steps were peaceful. It was when I hit the rug that things went awry. Made a perfect seven point landing. Widow's peak, hands, elbows and knees. Wrists required splints. Have a nice little dot on headquarters. How I missed wrecking the coffee table with my head, is a matter beyond my competence. It was a miracle that the beak didn't get smashed. Have a map of Australia on my rib cage and one of Cyprus on my arm. One of our Sacred Circle made out that he could cure the computer. Out with Millennium, in with XP. No help. Another of our Circle suggested a new computer. Done! An HP something or other with a giant flat screen. Feels as if I am sitting in the first row of a movie theatre. Computer can do most anything. Flush the toilet. Open the door. Make coffee. Couldn't convince it to do computering though. Bride rang up HP for assistance. Gets Punjob Pati. They babble on for about an hour to no successful conclusion. The speakers on this machine, when fully charged, operate at a mite less than a whisper. Of a sudden, the god-Consul sees Consort put the phone to the side of the screen. Gaius go ga-ga! Manhandles air-phone and curses out Punjob Pati. She thanks me for my observations. Then it is off to Costco. These guys actually knew what they were about. Told us the speakers actually Censored and to use the old ones. They were very nice and patient. The remaining problem was the DSL modem. It seems that the one we had would not marry up with the new computer. Probably Catholic. Off to Verizon. Nice guy tells Claudia that old modem is not compatible with new computer. Go to this number and they will ship the proper one to you FREE OF ANY Gaius! CHARGE, and since your Lord and Master is a basket case, get it to you over night. Not so maintains the number. Yew don't have a Verizon modem. Yeah, what's this I am holding in my hand? Why have I been paying yew for service lo these seven years? Behold a miracle! Modem appears at Dusthaven the very next morning! Packing slip has zero charges on it! Claudia and Gaius celebrate with breakfast. But then telephone bill comes, and surprise. Gaius now doing battle with Be Nice, Cecil at Verizon. The thing about these Oh God! children is that they can ruin your credit at their pleasure. Can't do likewise to those children of perfidy. Just wait until Verizon tries to put FIOS in our building. Claudia is the duly elected prez and Gaius is her guiding hand. Will the Presence win the WAR with Ivan Sidenberg? Anyway, as you can plainly see, Cecil is now playing with his computer. It is Cecil's fondest desire, now that all has been revealed, that My Lord of the Weeds will not take umbrage permanent for Capt. Blackaddre's tardy response.

Could it be that that is why you are called Jar Heads? (Sorry!, Sorry!, I just couldn't resist that temptation. )

Are all y'all ignoring me? What about leafs? Sheeps and goats won't eat them.

I think you exaggerate just a tad.... I am officially poor after all, so my pounds are really very few. Not a problem. Look, package your brains into a CBO - Collateralized Brain Obligation. Moody's will rate it AAA. Then go to the re-discount window at the NY Fed. They'll bury you in the new US lira. Who from? I'm alone in several hundred square miles of wilderness. You forget that you will be situate near Nome. I can do that in england -I just stop paying the heating bill. You'll freeze to death then. There are plenty of pine trees in alaska just begging to be chopped down. Cool. I'll buy my bandana and survivalist magazine now.... Now you are cooking with oil. Yes.... well.... I think I need to study the small print here..... Not quite like parting with a few pence in a supermarket is it? At least there the food doesn't fight back. When one has a shot gun, it doesn't matter if a Bear attempts to fight back. But whats the point? If I don't need to buy anything, whats the use of gold? Sell it to Moon and pay off your CBO.If I haven't any roads to blast down in a ferrari, whats the point of my own oil well? A Ferrari? My good man! You'll be tooling up the Alaska Highway in the very latest Lamborghini. Anyhow, I'm hungry, so if you'll exuse me I'll whack that bear over there.... Its not running away GO... Erm, GO, its standing up on its rear leg and making loud angry noises..... Since it seems to have only one leg, just let it have one barrel. No point in wasting ammo.So where's this oil at?Right under your footsies! I'm unemployed. Not getting out of bed is mandatory behaviour. Since you'll be as rich as Croesus, it will no longer be manditory. One wonders why.....They all are so rich that they circle the globe often. If you have any more objections, just ring the bell.

Cornicen. Didn't these legionaries communicate orders to the units and/or their commanders with some sort of a 'horn'?

Did not the legions (at some point), have 'Burial Societies', for which the quaestor would deduct an amount from the legionaries' salaries to pay for their burial, and to provide something for their wives and families?

I went strolling down memory lane and came across this: http://www.unrv.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=2227 Where are all these folk now?

'The answers, my friend, are written in the WIND.'

I take it you mean at sea? At any rate that is a quick system, but needs a response like a RGR probably. I think the communications specialist, and there likely were those, had their hands full. These things are not handled "casually". Someone has be be able to be held responsible, just in case! Faustus Actually, I meant on land, but I can see trumpets used at sea, especially in fog. They might even have been used to communicate set signals from tower to tower on Hadrian's Wall.

" Post #107 Optio ** Group: Equites Posts: 98 Joined: 23-August 07 From: Aotearoa Member No.: 3845 I'd have been one of the denizens of the Subura (but not a slave), who'd have had all you hoity types clutching your purses and secreting valuables into the sinus of your toga if you passed me in a dark alley (or even a well lit one). Need someone assasinated? I'd be your man. I'd have been a member of the capite censi that all you senators and first class Romans would be at pains to keep placated with bread and circuses. I would loaf and graft as would be my gods given rights as a free born Roman scumbag. -------------------- Mau e kii mai: He aha te mea nui o te Ao? Maku e kii atu: He tangata, he tangata, he tangata." ================================================================================ ============================ I didn't pull his name out of thin air.

During a battle, I believe that trumpets were used to direct tactics.

What about the environs of a sea side Roman villa?

I think he must've been inspired by your avatar. -- Nephele Nah!, just a matter of fact.

There is a large park across the way from me in which there is both a Long and a Sheep Meadow. Up until WWII(?), sheep grazed these meadows. I wouldn't want to picnic there. The recesses of my flawed memory have conjured up a picture of a straight bladed push mower on a relative's farm. Maybe? I don't think that it would work in the City. What about fallen leaves?

And your Primary Sources are...?

Let me walk you through this, bit by bit, so pay close attention. First of all, you will become extremely rich converting a few of your pounds into American lira. Sgt. Preston and his dog, King, are dead and gone, so you can take up stealing with immunity and impunity. No need to rent a flat, or buy a house with an ARM, just chop up some snow blocks and build a cozy igloo. No portaloo necessary; simply dig a hole inside and/or outside the igloo. As far as food goes, eagle eggs for breakfast with a side of whale blubber. Lunch?, salmon and lichens. For dinner, just blow the brains out of an unlucky caribou. No need to steal a refrigerator. For special occasions, whack a Bear. On those lazy Wednesday afternoons, you can pan for gold and/or dig for oil! Ever feel like not getting out of, or into bed? Meteorlogically, you'll be in the right spot. There are other advantages. If King Georgie the Poo decides to mix it up with his good friend Vladimir, you may very easily step into the winning side. People bother you? There ain't very many up there. Want a bridge to nowhere? That's the place. Ontologically speaking, Nome is a mere four steps from Rome. Need more?

I can't say that I have not been a bigot. I hope - I think that I am over it. It truly is a waste. I was an equal opportunity caster of racial, ethnic and religious aspersions. Not even Italians were safe from my venom. Jackie Robinson was the first Negro major league baseball player. I hated him, Joe Black, Don Newcombe and Roy Campanella - oddly enough, not because they were black, but because they were so good! (Oh, they were Dodgers - I'm a Yankee.) I think of all the joy we could have missed not seeing Hank Aaron, Willy Mays, Jeter, Giambi, etc. Now, my Sicilian and Jewish quacks are keeping me alive. Hmm, maybe on second thought, I should go back to my old ways. A warning. My brother was working with a guy who kept saying 'yo motha'. At his earliest opportunity, brother patiently explained that this would no longer be tolerated and that he only had three chances left. 1,2,3 and brother implanted the cretin's eyeglasses into his head. Some few bones needed lots of work. A concussion was duly noted. The jerk's Big Daddy made enquiry of my Bro at work. A very much bigger Eyetalian answered the enquiry with a rather large wrench swinging from his pinkey. The meeting concluded without incident. But, since the jerk spent an uncommon amount of time in a hospital, he sought balm in the assizes. Brother had to get a lawyer. Settled affairs for only 50 bucks. That was probably for the ruined eye glasses. Courage!