Cranky Large Medium reading, 2 February

Go away.

Why do I still see you here? Am I hallucinating? I suppose it's possible I'm suffering for my youthful indiscretions, but I didn't think they were quite so bad. Oh, no, you're real, aren't you? so what is it that keeps you hanging around here? Oh, right. You want your reading. Well, then, here you are:

You have a lot of charm, and are a right piece of work; you really should apply that to good, instead of the usual banal evil. You spend most of your time in a fantasy world, and so accomplish very little. You can talk a blue streak on culture and refinement while saying little or nothing. Stop sitting on your cushioned hindquarters and do something useful, for once. It might actually lead to a worthwhile paycheck, at long last, so you'll be able to move away from your parent's house.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. That would be a worthwhile emotion, and not in your lexicon, this year. Oh, well, at least you're better off than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, were written into the book of the hereafter: Owen Tudor, George Walton, Guillaume François Antoine, Martin Lister, Antonio Maria Valsalva, Robert Smith, Dmitri Mendeleev, Grigory Landsberg, Bertrand Russell, William Howard Stein, Lucas Holstenius, John Sharp, Pope Clement XIII, Baldassare Castiglione, George Abbot, Alistair MacLean, Govert Flinck, Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina, Sam Chatmon, David McComb, Paul Baloff, Billy Henderson, Joe Hunter, Eric von Schmidt, Charles Grapewin, Boris Karloff, Lawrence Gray, Donald Pleasence, Eugene C. "Gene" Kelly, Anna May Wong, John L. Sullivan, Jaap Eden, Bevil Rudd, Joe Erskine, Fred Perry, Max Schmeling, Abraham Duquesne, William C. Whitney, Vladimir Sukhomlinov, Bert Parks,

and John Simon Ritchie aka Sid Vicious.

Ready to rock, but not ready for prime time.*
Happy birthday, anyway.

*It was the cleanest, closest to family-appropriate video I could find of him. Really.