Cranky Large Medium reading, 17 November

Go away.

Aren't you gone, yet? What's keeping you from running out into traffic, or some other equally constructive activity? Oh, yes, right. You want a reading. Well, if it will get you to leave more quickly, here you are, then:

You are a careful manager, a shrewd manipulator, passive-agressive in the extreme. Your thinking is phlegmatic, and you may get bogged down in details as you prepare for any undertaking. You are mushy and sickly-sweet, as well as predictable at romance. Some call you "Old Faithful," not so much as a compliment as because you remind them of an old geyser or geezer or some such.

Are you happy now? Of course not. Why would you be? You're not the sort to be happy, are you? Well, at least you have it better than all of these people, who, on this date in history, dropped off the census: Valentinian I, Emperor Jomei, Mary I, Kuki Yoshitaka, John "Calico Jack" Rackham, Catherine II of Russia, Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Robert Owen, James McCune Smith, Abba Eban, James Ferguson, Herman Hollerith, Raymond Pearl, Robert Hofstadter, Louis Eugène Félix Néel, Saint Hilda of Whitby, St. Gertrude the Great, Giovanni Pico della Mirandola, Mervyn Peake, Ludolf Backhuysen, Antoine Charles Horace Vernet, Auguste Rodin, Eric Gill, Thomas Ford, Ernestine Schumann-Heink, James P. Johnson, Alan Hull, Arthur Conley, Don Gibson, Ruth Brown, Esther Rolle, Mort Cooper, Paul Derringer, Ralph Johnstone,

Heitor Villa-Lobos.

and John Glascock.

Not living, past or present.
Happy birthday, anyway.