Cranky Large Medium reading, 7 February

Go away.

Will you please go now? I have only so much patience, and I prefer to use it on the deserving, not the pests... Oh, right, you've come here as a seeker of knowledge. As if you couldn't figure out most of it for yourself. But then, if you did figure it out for yourself, I'd have a quiet, private life on this mountain top.... A medium can dream big, cant I? Ah, well, here you are:

Show some guts and have a little faith in others -- not that anybody earns it, but at least you will develop a little of a social life, and even be closer to liked at home. You maybe should cut back on analyzing and criticizing your friends, if you ever want them to invite you to another of their events. After all, you're not the only one who can spot flaws in others.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Everybody's a critic. Tough. I eat critics for breakfast, I chew them up, with one mandible tied behind my back (okay, I exaggerate slightly). Of course, if you want to stop kvetching, you can look on the bright side. At least you're alive, unlike these other people, all of whom, on this date in history, bit the dust: Emperor Go-Suzaku, Elihu Root, Qianlong, King Hussein of Jordan Stephen Gray, Galileo Ferraris, Igor Kurchatov, William Bedell, Pope Pius IX Ann Radcliffe, Lawrence Sanders, Bartolommeo Bandinelli, Boris Grigoriev, Ivan Bilibin, Gregorio Allegri, William Boyce, Heinrich Engelhard Steinweg, Eddie "Guitar Slim" Jones, Edward Chester Babcock aka Jimmy Van Heusen, Nick Adams, Bobby Troup, Buzz Sawyer, William Halford, Harvey Firestone, Josef Mengele, Doug Henning, Anne Morrow Lindbergh,

Lonesome Dave Peverett

and Dale Evans.

Happy trails to you.
And happy birthday, anyway, too.