Thursday, November 27, 2008

Cranky Large Medium reading, 27 November

Go away.

Will you ever go? What is it that keeps you stuck to this spot? It can't be my charming personality or radiant good looks -- I locked those in the bunker, years ago. It must be something insignificant, like... oh, yes, the reading. Well, then, here you are:
You are a clown with little direction, spend much of your life steeped in written prose, and are an uninspired student. You are aggressive, bossing people around in both society and business. You don't take failure well, in sports or any other undertaking. Get used to it, though. Life is full of little disappointments like you.
Are you happy now? Of course not. Nobody is ever happy. Happiness is for clams. Still, you're better off than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, sank into the sands of time for ever more: Clovis I, Nakagawa Hidemasa, Abraham de Moivre, Andrew Meikle, Ada Byron Lovelace, Adolph Wilhelm Hermann Kolbe, Leonid Isaakovich Mandelshtam, Muhammad at-Taqi, Horace, Alexandre Dumas, fils, Eugene O'Neill, Bebe Moore Campbell, Jacopo Sansovino, Arthur Honegger, Artur Rodziński, Barbara Acklin, Alan Freeman, John Carradine, David White, Evelyn Preer, Jocelyn Brando, Bill Willis, Sean Taylor, Clement Studebaker, Lester Joseph Gillis aka Baby-Face Nelson, Ross McWhirter, Harvey Milk, George Moscone, Robert Cade,
Karoline Blamauer aka Lotte Lenya,

and millions of feathered turkeys, too.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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