Cranky Large Medium reading, 18 April

Go away.

Why aren't you gone, yet? Didn't I just ask you to scram? So, what keeps you standing there, instead of doing what would please me most of all, today? Why won't you go? Was there some pointless aim in your coming here to plague me? Oh, of course. You came for a reading. Well, if I give it to you, will you go? Tee-freakin'-riffic. Here you are:

Great jumping jehosephat! you are annoyingly cheerful. Somebody may be tempted to stuff a grapefruit half into the face in front of that perfect disposition. You aren't even satisfied to be simply different, but have to try for the unusual in all your ambitions. Your brains and brawn roll over everybody else, on all your big projects. Try some tact and consideration, someday, for crying out loud.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But look on the bright side, you big battering ram -- at least you're still able to run us over. That's a pretty good lick above what's left for these people, all of whom, on this date in history, slammed into the hereafter: Julius Caesar (not the one you think!), Isoroku Yamamoto, John Graunt, Johan Wilcke, Erasmus Darwin, Justus von Liebig, John Ambrose Fleming, Albert Einstein, Edgar F. Codd, Theobald of Bec, John Leland, Luigi Alamanni, Ernie Pyle, Ben Hecht, Gustave Moreau, Bernard Edwards, Will Hay, Masahiko Kimura, Brook Berringer, Sam Mills, Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney, Josef Tiso, Thor Heyerdahl,

and Ottorino Respighi.

Nebbie you should have thought of that before you left home.
Happy birthday, anyway.