Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Cranky Large Medium reading, 15 October

Go away.

You're still here. Stinkbugs! I had hoped for a little peace and quiet... and maybe a day of meditation. But NOOOOoooo, you have to have your fortune told, don't you? So what? If I tell you what I know, will you go? Great! Great! Here you are:
You have very definite ideas, and most of them are wrong, but you present them as though they were somehow grounded in reality. You lack imagination and enthusiasm where it counts. You are cautious when you need to be bold, but at least you can keep your financial accounts relatively straight. You read and probably don't comprehend higher literature, don't know when to come in from the rain, and seek the company of the flashier set. You have plenty of hangers-on and focus rather too heavily on your family. You ought to run for higher office.
Are you now satisfied? Can I get over to my meditations, now? What? Not happy with what I've said? Well, too bad. At least you're one up on these guys, who all started the big sleep on this day in history: Theophilus, Lambert, Holy Roman Emperor, Abdullah ibn Muhammad, Pope Urban VI, Bidu-ya aka Victorio, Vesalius, Humphry Ditton, Lipót Fejér, Bertram N. Brockhouse, Walter de Stapledon, Sai Baba of Shirdi, Gilbert Arthur a Beckett, Nathaniel Dance-Holland, Zdeněk Fibich, Edythe Chapman, Clara Kimball Young, Horton Smith, Jason Collier, Antoine Laumet de La Mothe, sieur de Cadillac, Tadeusz Kościuszko, Mata Hari, Herbert Henry Dow, Pierre Laval, Hermann Göring, Carlo Gambino,
and Cole Porter.

Mr. Porter regrets he's unable to sing today.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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