Cranky Large Medium reading, 4 February

Go away.

What are you still doing here? Don't you have something better to do, like stuff pigeons down your pants, or something? Oh, no, you have to pester a poor, pitiful medium who's feeling small. So, what is it that keeps you here? Oh, right. You want your reading. Well, if it will make you leave sooner, here you are:

You are uptight and honest to a fault (try a little tact, once in a while, will you?). You are shrewd, overbearing and bully everybody who comes into contact with you, forcing from them their demonstrations of respect. You are fond of children because they're easy to intimidate.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. That would be tactful of you, to say you were. No, you're as miserable as everybody else alive on this planet... of course, you're alive, which puts you at a distinct advantage over all these people, who, on this date in history, went to the happy hunting ground: Septimius Severus, Dom Justo Takayama, Anthony Ashley Cooper, Giovanni Battista della Porta, Char les Marie de La Condamine, Hendrik Lorentz, Carl Rogers, Pope Sisinnius, Saint Cyril, Conrad Celtes, Henry Kuttner, Neal Cassady, Brett Halliday, Patricia Highsmith, Betty Friedan, Étienne-Louis Boullée, Louis-Ernest Barrias, Myron Waldman, Gioseffo Zarlino, Josef Mysliveček, Adolphe Sax, Doris Coley, James Louis "J.J." Johnson, George Nader, Una O'Connor, Barbara McNair, Frank Calder, Howard Hill, Whipper Billy Watson, Steve Barber, Wilhelm Gustloff, Nikolai Yezhov, Gilbert H. Grosvenor,

Louis Jordan,

Karen Carpenter

and Wladziu Valentino Liberace.

Careful where you swing those chopsticks!
Happy birthday, anyway.