Cranky Large Medium reading, 13 October

Go away.

What are you, still here? Oh, right. You don't know who you are unless I tell you. Well, what's in it for me? Will you go away if I give you a reading? Great! Here you go, then:

You'll end up being followed by many sheep -- be careful of the dip. You can grasp a situation brilliantly, but your butterfingers can't hang on to silverware. Your elephantine memory may be suited to your body (or not, who am I to judge?), and you learn readily, so as to overwhelm others less intimidating than yourself. You need to be the center of attention and require a strong love from your mate; bad luck for you, that means you're likely to end up alone.

There. That should make you happy. No? Why the aytch-ee-double-hockeysticks not? You've got it better than all these people, who, on this date in history, wound up in boot hill: Tiberius Claudius Nero Germanicus, Maximilian I of Bavaria, Samuel Freeman Miller, Geminiano Montanari, Walter Brattain, Bertram Brockhouse, Nichiren, Theodore Beza, John Henley, Arthur de Gobineau, Karl Adolph Gjellerup, Ernest Haycox, Elzie Crisler Segar, Sir Henry Irving, Clifton Webb, Ed Sullivan, Florence La Badie, Bea Benaderet, Jean Peters, Mike Venezia, Sir Isaac Brock, Milton S. Hershey, Lê Ðức Thọ, Stephen Ambrose, Vivian Malone Jones, Wang Guangmei,

and Peter Doyle.

And this is a never-ending visit. Will you leave now?
Happy birthday, anyway.