Friday, January 23, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 23 October

Go away.

Why are you still standing here? Can't you hear your mommy calling you? Get along home, now. Well? What's keeping you here? Oh, right. You want your reading. Well, if it will get rid of you more quickly, here it is:
You have an impressively hard, thick skull through which little will penetrate, especially good ideas. Only those who know your weakness can rule you... which pretty much means everybody. For that reason, people act as though they like and respect you. You might even have a happy marriage, so long as you remain clueless.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. Happiness couldn't really penetrate that spheroid of stone, especially today. You could at least consider how much better off you are than all these people, who, on this date in history, were called up yonder: Otto III, Emperor Jiajing, Edward Rutledge, William Pitt the Younger, Lucius Quintus Cincinnatus Lamar, Matthew Stewart, Johann Wilhelm Ritter, Orso Mario Corbino, Fritz Feigl, Charles Glen King, Robert Nozick, John Cleland, Thomas Love Peacock, Charles Kingsley, Gustave Doré, Edvard Munch, Salvador Dalí, Anna Pavlova, Bernardo Pisano, John Field, Edward "Kid" Ory, Paul Robeson, Terence Alan "Terry" Kath, Vic Ames, Samuel Barber, Allen Collins, Thomas Andrew Dorsey, Richard Berry, Prince Lincoln Thompson, Alexander Korda, Alexander Woollcott, Lewis Delaney Offield aka Jack Oakie, Freddie Bartholomew, Bob Keeshan, Johnny Carson, Paul Aars, William Baffin, Arthur Guinness, Alexander Onassis, Toots Shor, E. Howard Hunt,
and Nell Carter.

I can't help but be mean. It's my nature.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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