Practically-Unknown Blogger Assassinated

Blogger Allen's Brain, of the blog IT CAME FROM ALLEN'S BRAIN! summoned fellow bloggers to meet in the Theatre of Pompey chatroom on the Ides of March. A certain seer (okay, a meteorologist) warned Allen's Brain to be on his guard against a great peril on the day of the month of March which the Romans call the Ides (and which normal folks just call the fifteenth); and when the day had come and Allen's Brain was on his way to the chatroom, he greeted the weatherman with a jest and said: "The Ides of March has come! Ho, ho, ho!" and the plaid-suited seer said to him softly: "Yes, the Ides of March has come, but it has not passed."

As the blogging community convened, Allen's Brain was attacked and stabbed to death by a group of bloggers who called themselves the Literatores ("Real writers, darn it!"); they justified their action on the grounds that they committed insecticide and were preserving the Republic from further cheesy posts by Allen's Brain. Upon seeing his dearest friends involved in this conspiracy, Allen's Brain shrieked out "Et tu, Brewski?" which is Lain for "All this and no beer?!" Then he gurgled juicily and sank to the bottom of his jar until his wrinkly grey matter conformed to its flat surface.

The responsibilities of keeping up the blog were passed down to the Brain's grandnephew, Octavian, who ruled his segment of the blogosphere with a tin-foil fist.
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Mostly stolen from a Wikipedia article on the Ides of March.