Cranky Large Medium reading, 11 December

Go away.

Aren't you gone, yet? Why, oh, why do I get no peace? If I project smutty movies on the hillside, over there, will you go watch them and leave me alone? Not unless you get your reading first. I see. Well, here's your reading, but, just for that, no movies:

Sure, you mean no harm, but you can't seem to stop yourself from acting or speaking hastily. You should focus even more on your prodigious reading time and stop trying to entertain folks by talking. Even though you are sometimes viewed as "the life of the party," you get spoiled easily, demand every luxury, and disregard others' needs if they conflict with your impulses.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. This reading doesn't offer you any comfort, any luxury of self-glorification. Too bad. After all, you have a lot more here than all these people, who, on this date in history, went to Glory: Pope Damasus I, Llywelyn the Last, Michael VIII Palaiologos, James II of England, Emperor Kokaku, Kamehameha V, Richard Brocklesby, Charles Émile Picard, Charles Fabry, Leslie Comrie, John Strype, John Gillespie Magee, Jr., Grace Paley, Willie Rushton, Lee Wiley, Percy Kilbride, Michael Robbins, Arthur Mullard, David Lewis, Ashleigh Aston Moore, Paul O'Dea, Maurice "Mac" McDonald,

and Sam Cooke.

Please go on home, now -- for sentimental reasons.
Happy birthday, anyway.