Cranky Large Medium reading, 19 November

Go away.

Why have you not gone? Can't you see I vant to be alohne? Vell... er, well, if you must stay, I suppose it's only for the reading, right? And, if I give you one, you vill... will leave? Wunderbar! Here you are:

Your life is plodding, structured, dull. You are oblivious to woes and remain in a state of ignorant bliss. You are generally tolerable company, unless someone interferes in your maintaining your standard of comfort, at which time you become a pain in their patooties, because, by and large, you are supremely selfish. Otherwise, you are moderately sociable and have warm companionships (but nothing of any significance).

Are you happy, now? Of course not. You wanted to hear something nice... from me? heh. Well, anyway, look on the bright side: you're still kicking, while these other people, on this date, put six feet of dirt between themselves and company: Pope Anastasius II, Matsunaga Hisahide, William Nelson, Charles J. Watters, Johann Georg Tralles, William Siemens, Ted Fujita, Thomas Shadwell, Emma Lazarus, Xu Zhimo, Nicolas Poussin, Bruno Schulz, Sir Basil Spence, Pietro Guglielmi, Franz Schubert, George Brunies, Bobby Russell, Kevin DuBrow, Lincoln Perry aka Stepin Fetchit, Alan J. Pakula, Dick Wilson, Phyllis Haver, Diane Varsi, William Seymour Tyler, Joe Hill, Christina Onassis,

and Tom Evans.

Better days they've all had.
Happy birthday, anyway.