Cranky Large Medium reading, 2 November

Go away.

Why haven't you left? Are you waiting for Apollo's chariot to sweep you up and away, or something? Oh. right. Readings are what this is all about, isn't it? Well, then, sunshine, here you are:

You have a lot of chutzpah, along with your snooty ideals. Before you'd bend to reason, see compromise, or listen to another's ideas, you'd prefer to make an enemy. You are ruthless, unforgiving, and relentlessly critical. If you have a single lick of mercy, you should remain single, or marry somebody who finds naughty pleasure in being a doormat.

Are you happy, now, sunny? No? If I had a lick of concern, I'd feel sorry for you. As it is, you should consider yourself much better off than these people, whose final sun went down on this date in history: King Peter III of Aragon, King James II of Aragon, Henry Stafford, Ngô Đình Diệm, Theodore Judah, Richard Bancroft, Albert von Kölliker, Thomas Midgley, George Bernard Shaw, James Thurber, Charles Sheffield, Jenny Lind, Eva Cassidy, Irwin Allen, Hal Roach, Theo van Gogh, Paul Frees, Henry Cele, Lillian Ellison, Frank McCloskey,

and Mississippi John Hurt.

You got to walk that lonesome valley, someday, too.
Happy birthday, anyway.