Cranky Large Medium reading, 1 February

Go away.

When will you get yourself gone? Does my day stand still from this point on? Why do you make me suffer so? You want what? Oh, right. you want your reading, and then you promise to go away. Here you are, then:

You are just a bundle of emotions, aren't you? There doesn't seem to be a lick of logic or reason to anything about you. You make a bearable friend, and a miserable, bitter enemy, largely because you can't control your nasty tongue. You should learn to control your justifiable envy of everybody else you meet, and understand that your efforts at revenge will completely backfire the way they usually do.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. The grass is always greener, isn't it? Except for around these people, because they, on this date in history, moved permanently to the dirty brown side of the grass: Menas, John Floyer, Constantin von Ettingshausen, George Gabriel Stokes, Clinton Davisson, Alfréd Rényi, Werner Heisenberg, George Whipple, Pope Alexander VIII, Mary Shelley, Philip Francis Nowlan, Hedda Hopper, Herb Caen, Piet Mondriaan, Elaine de Kooning, May O'Donnell, Ramón "Mongo" Santamaria, Buster Keaton, Adolphus Raymondus Vernon Agopsowicz aka John Vernon, Nellie Crawford aka Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Carol Dempster, Hughie Jennings, Gino Hernandez, Phil Watson, Dick Bass, Ray Berres, Edward Baker Lincoln, Fleetwood Lindley, Friedrich Paulus, Donald Wills Douglas, Sr., Michael P. Anderson, David Brown, Kalpana Chawla, Laurel Clark, Rick D. Husband, Willie McCool, Ilan Ramon

and Gian Carlo Menotti.

Two suite for you.
Happy birthday, anyway.