Friday, November 21, 2008

Cranky Large Medium reading, 21 November

Go away.

What is keeping you here? Sodium benzoate? Will you please vanish? Oh, heck, you want some reading before you dissolve into the distance, don't you? Well, here you are:
Your feelings are easily hurt, but you don't take it out too often on those around you. You occasionally care about the opinions of others. You are prompt, dependable and (yawn!) tend toward competence; your life revolves around stories in books, so, when you quote, you can simulate the skills of a fine conversationalist. You are fond of your home life and your equals, the children.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. Nobody is ever happy with what he has, until it is gone. Consider yourself worlds above these people, who, on this date in history, went to the worlds beyond: Garret Hobart, Emperor Franz Josef I of Austria, Pierre Amine Gemayel, Ami Boué, Chandrasekhara Venkata Raman, Ivan Krylov, François de Troy, Henry Purcell, Larry Shields, Robert Lockwood, Jr., Robert Benchley, Marcelino Sanchez, Dar Robinson, Bill Bixby, Henrietta Vinton Davis, Al Bummy Davis, Mel Ott, Max Baer, Carl Hubbell, Florence Harding, Robert Stroud, Denis Charles Pratt aka Quentin Crisp, Alfred Anderson,
and Hadda Hopgood aka Hadda Brooks.

I still haven't anyone, and I like it like that.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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