The One Thing I’m Most Grateful For

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There I was “Old Chief Nerd”, sitting in my office crying like a two year old kid as I watched two warriors facing certain death in the arena.

No it wasn’t a sentimental scene.

I may of been the only person in the world with tears in my eyes as this Brutal scene unfolded.

What was it?

It was the moment Lucius Vorenus threw away all his dreams and future to stand behind his Best Friend Titus Pullo in the Great HBO series Rome.

You see Titus had been sentence to death.

He was put in the town center “ring of death”.

A place where Warriors and Monsters used guys like Titus as entertainment pieces for the Kings and others whom watched as they sliced them up.

I’d just finished a Marathon Session of Rome.

Two seasons in like a week.

Yep…being lazy.

But that’s how I roll when given the chance.

One of the common themes throughout this series was the loyalty and comaradie of Titus to his friend, mentor, and leader Lucius.

Through thick and thin, good and bad there was Titus at his side.

Never judging.

Never doubting.

How many of you have someone like this in your life?

I’m happy to say that I have a “Titus” in my life.

My friend and side kick.

My #2 here at Nerd Headquarters.

Lewis Lallane (Nerd #2)

Just like Lucius I suck at being a friend a good majority o of the time.

Rome was as much about enduring Friendhsip as it was about anything else.

This year I vow to be a better Friend.

What about you?

Anybody in your life whom you may take for granted?

Thanks #2 for being my Friend.

I love ya little buddy.

You Rock!!!

And a special shout out to our Good Buddy Tim Birch.

If there was such a thing as a Titus Pullo to Nerd Nation it would be Tim.

He’s the best.

Now take a look at this compilation of Titus and Lucius.

May 2012 be YOUR YEAR!

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Friends make the Journey a Adventure.
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Tim Birch
The Roman Centurion’s Song
(Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300)
LEGATE, I had the news last night – my cohort ordered home
By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I’ve marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
I’ve served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall,
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
Here where men say my name was made, here where my work
was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid – my wife – my wife and
son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service,
love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?
For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern
skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August
haze -
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June’s long-lighted
days?
You’ll follow widening Rhodanus till vine an olive lean
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate’s triple gate; but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!
You’ll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending
pines
Where, blue as any peacock’s neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You’ll go where laurel crowns are won, but -will you e’er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?
Let me work here for Britain’s sake – at any task you will -
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.
Legate, I come to you in tears – My cohort ordered home!
I’ve served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind – the only life I know.
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!