Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Cranky Large Medium reading, 31 December

Go away.

What? Are you still here? Good gravy, what is the world coming to, these days, when a person can't get a nice quiet New Year's Eve to himself (or, as the case may be, herself)? If I fetch you your reading, will you make haste to the next mountain top, or somewhere, so I can have my tie to myself? Swell. Here you are:
You have a short attention span and a need to be the center of your loved one's attention at all times, or you will pout and make life miserable for everybody else. You are thorough, stiff, and miss nothing to your advantage; you are often the center of a crowd, until the police come.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. Nobody is ever happy with this news. But at least you're better off than these famous people, all of whom, on this date, stepped up off the mountain: Commodus, Thomas Beaufort, Richard Neville, Shimazu Tadayoshi, Dorgon, Zviad Gamsakhurdia, Elliot Richardson, Ludolph van Ceulen, Giovanni Alfonso Borelli, Dudley North, John Flamsteed, Thomas Joannes Stieltjes, Alexander Popov, Arthur R. von Hippel, St. Silvester, John Wycliffe, Thomas Erastus, Catherine Labouré, Samson Raphael Hirsch, Samuel Ajayi Crowther, Marshall McLuhan, Gustave Courbet, Michael Goldberg, Ettore Sottsass, José Greco, George Lewis, Rick Nelson, Floyd Cramer, Kevin MacMichael, Enrico di Giuseppe, Raoul Walsh, Pete Duel, Lloyd Haynes, Woody Strode, Bill Idelson, Marin Sais, Billie Dove, Eileen Heckart, Kathryn Ish, Bobby Byrne, Roberto Clemente, George Allen, Tony Elliott, Bianca Maria Sforza, Oliver St John, John Moisant, Arch Hoxsey, Albert Plesman, Vasili Lazarev, Michael Kennedy, Alan Cranston, George Sisler, Jr.,
and Hank Williams.

I know a spot right over the hill. You should go there.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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