Cranky Large Medium reading, 29 June

Go away.

What are you doing here, still? Don't you have a date with a cup of hemlock, or something? Go. Now. Leave. Now. Now. Now why are you not gone? You came here for something in particular? And what might that be? Oh, I see. You want me to see for you. Hunh. Who could have seen that coming? Grumble grumble grumble just because somebody has a gift, everybody wants a piece of it. What incentive do I have to give you a reading? You'll leave promptly afterward? That's an opportunity I can't pass up. Here you are:

You have an alert mind and think deeply, requiring hip-waders. You are also a bully. You are uncommunicative, have a quick and violent temper and love with the same impulsiveness and intensity. You need someone whom you can stalk and call it love, to be completely happy.

So, are you happy, now? Of course not. There's nobody here to stalk. In fact, if you stay here much longer, the folks back home will have gotten that restraining order and changed all the locks. But, hey, look on the bright side -- at least you can still chase your own tail, if you want to. These people, on the other hand, on this date in history, went home to stay: Henry Clay, John Gorrie, Thomas Henry Huxley, Ivan Mikheevich Pervushin, Ole-Johan Dahl, Bernard Babior, Ramon Llull, Arai Hakuseki, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Irving Wallace, Paul Klee, André Campra, Ignacy Jan Paderewski, Shorty Long, Tim Buckley, Lowell George, Allan Carr, Vittorio Gassman, Rosemary Clooney, Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle, Bob Crane, William Hickey, Don S. Davis, Jayne Mansfield, Lana Turner, Katharine Hepburn, Jack O'Neill, Randy Walker, Joel Siegel,

and Eric Dolphy.

245, your number's up!
Happy birthday, anyway.