Is it wrong? Is it wrong that I cannot wait for Sunday when the second and final season begins? Then, dear ones, let me be wrong.
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Oscar, are you there? Rome will erase every memory you have of what's-his-name (he of the hair extensions and excessively bronzed and oiled legs) yelling, "Is there no one else?"
If I were in Caesar's Rome, I would declare slowly and with undisguised yet quiet rage (perhaps while grabbing your gold-edged tunic):
This...I...say...to...you.
Alas, I am in the blogosphere and must put it this way:
I'm just sayin'.
2 comments:
hola ms ver,
i am currently without cable but will be looking out for "Rome" on DVD, foh sures.
in the meantime, i have stopped quoting mister jolie and am now quoting one bruce leroy at ill advised times. i.e., asking small children, when they need a late pass; who's da mastah???
to which the children dutifully reply: SHONUFF!
love ya like ceasar loved a good senate meeting!
Okay, Mr. Bermeo, well I guess that's better than making them beg on their knees. Right? Right?
And this just in from me, on the couch, having finished watching the season opener. Final scene: Lucius Vorenus ascending a staircase while clutching the head—yes, just the blood-draining head—of scumbag Orestes Fulmen. And behind Lucius, of course, walks the ever-loyal Titus Pullo.
For the record, I'm aware that this description is striking a chord for, sadly, only two of my blog readers. Hello Spousal Unit! Hello Libby!
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