Principe Is An Italian Name

And it therefore makes sense that I, Chris Principe, would have made an excellent Roman warrior. But more on that later.

Yesterday, thanks to a super-last-minute-and-quite-unexpected attack from a laser-happy oral surgeon, I found myself home from work and sitting in my parents’ television room, Advil in my veins and an icepack on my cheek.

Between spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and pudding, I managed to watch three whole movies: one fun-and-cute one, one way-too-hip-for-me one, and one MIND-NUMBINGLY HORRIBLE one. And after that, I remembered that one of the reasons I love my folks so much (aside from their twenty-seven years of unconditional love and support) is their free HBO. That’s when I watched the four most recent episodes of ROME.

When I first saw the promos for ROME, I immediately knew it was one of those shows I was going to like, regardless of it actually being good or not. Fortunately, it is good. Very good. And after I watch enough of it, I find myself wishing I were a Roman soldier. Wondering what it'd be like to have one of those stupid yet awesome red plumey helmets, and a sword which I'd use to stab thieves and even if they stabbed back I’d be okay, ‘cause by Jove, I’m a Roman soldier—brutal and savage and blood-thirsty and I think I have to get another square of gauze for the my mouth because after I rinse it out with my medicine (which stings) my mouth’ll probably bleed a little bit and the sight of that might make me cringe, but not as much as the taste of my pudding after I drink my medicine which makes all my food taste so gross for some reason!