Cranky Large Medium reading, 19 December

Go away.

Are you still here? Don't I hear your mother calling you home for bedtime? Or, maybe it's just the horse down the land whinnying its affections. I can't tell. Anyway, shouldn't you be gone by now? Oh, right. You want a reading. Well, here you are:

You are an ambitious miser, who can squeeze a nickel until Jefferson cries. You do not tolerate failure, especially in yourself. You are image conscious and work very hard to make your house reflect your idea of what you should be. You are kind when it doesn't cost you, genial at free events, and an active social life as long as someone else is buying the drinks.

Are you happy, now? Whyever not? You should be. You have the best of life, as opposed to these people, for whom, on this date in history, life got the best of them: Pope Anastasius I, Edith of Wessex, Pope Urban V, Stephen Warfield Gambrill, Vitus Bering, Joseph Bramah, Alois Alzheimer, George Jackson Churchward, Paul Langevin, Robert Millikan, Herbert C. Brown, Keith Duckworth, Friedrich Melchior, baron von Grimm, Emily Brontë, V. C. Andrews, Jean-Baptiste van Loo, Francesco Antonio Bonporti, Jimmy Rogers, Rob Buck, Milt Hinton, Pops Staples, Renata Tebaldi, ... Desmond Llewelyn, Les Tremayne, Hope Lange, Joe Cole, Mel Fisher,

and Michael Clarke.

Mr. Spaceman appears to have taken him along.
Happy birthday, anyway.