Cranky Large Medium reading, 25 November

Go away.

When are you going to leave? Do I have to wait all day? If I give you a lollipop, will you at least sit in the corner and be quiet, so I can concentrate? No. Well. I suppose if I give you a reading, you might wander off, moderately satisfied... so here you are:

Mousy and squonkish, you can run things if somebody would just let you. You lack imagination, focus on the logical only, keep your emotions in check, and lack enthusiasm. You like music, art, and travel, and blend in well with the background wherever you go. You should stay home, since it is so important to you.

Please, please say you're happy, now. Oh, well, I'm not surprised you're not. Nobody is ever happy, until they don't care any more, like these folks, who, on this date in history, stopped doing anything at all, other than being absorbed back into the earth: Peter of Alexandria, King Malcolm II of Scotland, Prince Koreyasu, Philip II of Taranto, Andrea Doria, Thomas Hendricks, Nicolas Steno, Ismael Bullialdus, Theobald Boehm, Adolph Wilhelm Hermann Kolbe, Henri Coandă, Nelson Goodman, Upton Sinclair, Yukio Mishima, Dame Myra Hess, Edward Alleyn, Laurence Harvey, Jack Albertson, Flip Wilson, Phyllis Fraser, Kenesaw Mountain Landis, Kanbun Uechi, Ray Jablonski, Hugh Alexander, Heinrich Barth, Gaston Chevrolet, U Thant, Harold Washington, Kenneth M. Taylor,

and Bill "Bojangles" Robinson.

I'm too tired to scuffle with you.
Happy birthday, anyway.