Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 11 February

Go away.

What is keeping you from leaving? Did somebody put magnets in the ground and fill your diet with iron? Go on, scram! Oh, I see, you're not leaving until you get what you came her for. Which, by the look on your face, is not a big sloppy kiss from me. Not that I would give you one, without first checking to see if you had had all your shots, no sir. Oh, right. You're after your reading. Hmm. Here you are:
Your laziness, indifference, and a positive and sometimes cynical manner, are drawbacks which you should try desperately to overcome. Seriously. You have latent talents that could be developed to your advantage. But that won't happen, will it? Not as long as you are so greatly enamored of yourself. You have potential for great passion, but never let loose when it would benefit a single person. In love you are not indifferent -- you're worse, you're self-destructive.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. A simple truth could never make you so. In fact, though, you have it a whole lot better than most people, especially these, who, on this date in history, kissed off this existence: Tiberius Claudius Caesar Britannicus, Heraclius, Minamoto no Yoshitomo, Jahandar Shah, Tom Lantos, Pietro Cataldi, Léon Foucault, Wilhelm Killing, Charles Algernon Parsons, J. Hans D. Jensen, Alexander Lippisch, James B Conant, Robert W. Holley, Pope Gregory II, Saint Benedict of Aniane, Pope Paschal I, René Descartes, William Shenstone, Elizabeth Siddal, Sylvia Plath, Frank Herbert, Jack L. Chalker, Peter Benchley, David Teniers III, Honoré Daumier, Johann Tobias Krebs, Antoine Dauvergne, Franz Schmidt, Al Dubin, Roger Vadim, Lee J Cobb, Takashi Shimura or, more correctly, 志村喬 (Shimura Takashi), Henry Hathaway, George O'Hanlon, Sorrell Booke, William Conrad, Don Porter, Barry Foster, Eleanor Powell, Marshall Teague, Frank Crosetti, Jackie Pallo, Elizabeth of York,
and Jockey Shabalala.

Homeless no more.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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