Thursday, May 07, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 7 May

Go away.

When will you be gone? Will it be before I pass out from holding my breath? That would be ideal. Well, actually, what would be ideal is if you hadn't come here in the first place, to disrupt my warm, happy meditations -- isn't it obvious that's what I do, here? But if you just leave now, I'll pretend it was sooner. But you're not leaving. Why not? Oh, you want a REEEEading. Why didn't you just say so, instead of allowing me to prolong this chat? Let me get you what you came for. Here you are:
You are a slow and plodding worker. You also have a high estimation of your own worth, and frequently offer your opinion even (especially) when nobody wants it. You have some serious ability and ambition, but your colossal ego gets in the way. You are capable of a strong and devoted love. Really, you should try it out on somebody else, for a change.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. The mirror was cracked. But at least you have a reflection, and it's capable of movement. That's quite the reverse of what these people have, all of whom, on this date in history, became forever shut of all new thought: Otto I, Sanada Yukimura, Tsar Feodor III, Ottaviano Petrucci, David Fabricius, Sir James George Frazer, Allan McLeod Cormack, Guru Nanak Dev, C. F. W. Walther, William Buell Sprague, Caspar David Friedrich, Kevyn Aucoin, Johann Jakob Froberger, Pietro Nardini, Niccola Piccinni, Antonio Salieri, Ray McKinley, Warner Baxter, Jeffrey Mylett, Colin Blakely, Guy Williams, Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Lorenzo Bandini, Seattle Slew, Yahweh ben Yahweh
and Eddie Rabbitt.

That's some serious driving.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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