Today I woke to find it was March 15th - the Ides of March. A date that would mean nothing except for what happened 2,070 years ago: Julius Caesar walked into the Theatre of Pompey and never walked out. Shakespeare immortalized the moment four centuries ago, and gave us words we still say: "Beware the Ides of March." "Et tu, Brute?" "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." So today I built The Bard's Inkwell - a Shakespearean word generator. Insults from the formula that made phrases like "thou pribbling, elf-skinned pignut." Compliments that elevate instead of cut. Famous quotes from across the plays. And for today only, a special mode with lines from Julius Caesar. Shakespeare invented over 1,700 words we still use: assassination, lonely, generous, bedroom, gossip. He wrote for everyone - groundlings paying a penny to stand in the yard, nobles in the galleries. That's the small web spirit, perhaps: accessible AND sophisticated, popular entertainment AND art. Shakespeare would have loved a pubnix. He would have posted soliloquies at 2am and written CGI scripts in iambic pentameter.