Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 17 February

Go away.

Are you gone, yet? Why the heck not? Was I too oblique in my request, that you didn't understand it? I said "Go away." It's plain enough English, isn't it? Sheesh. Oh, right. You came her after something I had. You want my wisdom showered down upon you like snowflakes on Mount Baker. How about I give you something closer to rainfall on Mars, like, maybe, a reading of your life? Here you are:
You are fortunate to have been born. You have exceptional opportunities to rise to the top in love, business or a career, but aren't terribly likely to seize those opportunities, as the last great chance you took was in being born. You are most considerate to those dear to you, but that isn't saying much. You love with vigor (and far too many accessories) and you should stay home more often.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. There wasn't a snowflake's chance of that happening, was there? the least you can do, though, is think how much better you have it, being as you've still got your life, while all these other people, on this date in history, went the way of the snowman in Springtime: Emperor Jovian, Ferdinando I de' Medici, Arthur Onslow, Goyathlay aka Geronimo, José López Portillo, Jan Swammerdam, Antoine Galland, Lambert Adolphe Jacques Quetelet, Christopher Latham "QWERTY" Sholes, Saint Mesrop Mashtots, Giordano Bruno, Jiddu Krishnamurti, Friedrich Sylburg, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin aka Molière, Heinrich Heine, Hugh McCrae, Shmuel Yosef Agnon, Ernst Jünger, John Martin, Louis Marchand, Ferdinando Carulli, Claude Antoine Jean Georges Napoleon Coste, Armand J. Piron, Bruno Walter, Alfred Newman, Bob Merrill, William "Billy" Cowsill, Lee Strasberg, Ernest Sharpe aka Erik Rhodes, Dan O'Herlihy, Nita Naldi, Lefty Gomez, Clarence Henry "Hap" Day, Michael Lee Alfonso aka Mike Awesome, Randy Shilts, Khalid Abdul Muhammed, Maurice Papon,
and Thelonious Monk.

If you don't like your life, Don't Blame Me.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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