So - is everyone suitably wary?
Personally, I’m celebrating the day by working for an administrative agency in a large Republic. Indeed, my agency answers (in part) to the Senate, safely nestled atop the Capitol Hill.
Hurray for the Republic!
Pay no mind to the Ides of March; beware the soothsayer.
I’m wary. Our road is closed due to flooding about a mile and a half away and it’s still raining. Our end of the river hasn’t flooded before, but we got six inches of rain so far…
I was just stabbed by a bunch of conspirators, my best friend among them.
Et tu?!
Ides of March is my birthday wOOt for me !
Lordy Lordy I just turned 40.
The Ides of March are come.
From another online conversation with some friends:
Friend #1:
Beware the ides of March
Me:
Caesar: Well, the Ides of March have come
Soothsayer: Ay, they have come, but they are not gone
Friend #2:
Caesar: It’s okay. I’m just going to take my chances and go hang out with the Senators anyway. Yay for the Senate!! They love me.
It was my daughter’s birthday!
It’s interesting because one year, I had one of the best weeks of my life starting on the ides of March. At first, I thought it defeated the concept of being wary of the day. But then I realized that on every March 15 after that, I’m reminded that that time is past and gone and it makes me a little sad. Now I kinda beware the ides of March.
I celebrate the Ides of March as the anniversary of quitting smoking. I don’t remember the exact date, just that it was sometime in mid to late March, so I figure the Ides has it. 
At a business meeting this morning, someone referred to yesterday as the Ides of March. One of my co-workers, a 50-something busybody, had no idea what he was talking about. “What’s the eyes of March?”
It was explained to her and she claimed to have never heard of it.
How do you go fifty-plus years on this Earth without ever hearing about stuff like that?
Brutus: “Hey, Caesar - have you been to the new hot dog stand in the Forum yet?”
Caesar: “Yeah. Ate two, Brutus.”
Somehow you never hear anything about the Nones and the Kalends.
I imagine they feel a bit put out.
Homer: I’ve always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is
– and it’s me.
Marge: You’re not a god, Homer.
Lisa: Remember Dad, “All glory is fleeting.”
Homer: So?
Lisa: “Beware the Ides of March.”
Homer: No!
Lisa: Dad, I know you think you’re happy now, but it’s not going to
last forever.
Homer: Everything lasts forever.
Lisa: Don’t you see? Getting what you want all the time will
ultimately leave you unfulfilled and joyless.
Homer: Remove the girl…
Lisa: Dad, you’re not with your Stonecutters now. There are no lackeys
around to carry out your every –
[Bart covers her mouth, drags her away, then salutes]
Same here, with the woman who sits next to me at work. I think she’s closer to 60, though.
I always seem to watch this one on the Ides. I never remember it the rest of the year.