Monday, January 12, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 12 January

Go away.

Did you not hear my request that you vacate these premises? Please, if you have a lick of mercy, leave me alone. But no, you have to have something from me, don't you? Well, if it will make you leave promptly, allow me to offer you this reading:
Your originality in everything you do indicates you don't bother to pay attention when others have already tried and failed at the same task. Really, now, how bright is that? Your children will be artistic and mechanically inclined, probably due to necessity, if they want to keep the world from falling down around your experimentalist ears. If you showed a moment's practical bent, you might never have a day of sickness. Good luck with that, though. You don't have a wheelbarrow or a holocaust cloak, so your chances are less than limited.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. That would take a miracle, and you don't go into happy miracle thoughts. At least you have the miracle of breath, whereas all these people, on this date in history, gasped their last: Maximilian I, William Wyndham Grenville, John Horsley, Isaac Pitman, Hermann Minkowski, Joachim Nitsche, Charles B. Huggins, Marguerite Bourgeoys, William Reeves, Nevil Shute, Ariadna Tyrkova-Williams, Lorraine Hansberry, Agatha Christie, Luca Giordano, Marc Davis, Edmund S. Valtman, Giacomo Carissimi, John Eccles, Johann Melchior Molter, Gervase Elwes, Pawel Kochanski, Maurice Gibb, Alice Coltrane, Arnold Kaiser aka Norman Kerry, Keye Luke, Amrish Puri, Betty Lou Gerson, Doug Wickenheiser, Bobby Phills, Affirmed, Hiram Walker, Edward Smith, Lance C. Wade, Charles Mallory Hatfield, William Hewlett, Cyrus Vance, Allan Nunn May,
and Randy VanWarmer.

Nothing but the rain.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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