Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 30 June

Go away.

Why won't you skedaddle? Got a nasty hitch in your git-along? Your get-up-and-go got up and went? Turn your toes and make your way yonder, then beyond. Why aren't you heading out? Oh, you came here with a purpose, did you? And you won't go until you get what you want. Boo yah. So, what was it you wanted from me (as if I couldn't guess this, since I am, after all, a seer of renown). You want a reading. Ta-dah! And when I give it to you, you will go? Great! Here you are:
You don't give a rat's patootie about anybody else's opinions. That's probably good for your ego, as most people's opinions of you are, justifiably, fairly low. You are touchy-feely, though, with a bent toward the artsy-fartsy. You can acquire information quickly and impart it as rapidly, which would make you a good teacher, if you weren't so insufferable.
Are you happy, now? Of course not? But at least you can appreciate the art of living, at which these people are not even capable of stick figure drawing, as, on this date in history, they were painted out of the picture : Nepotianus, James Oglethorpe, Abraham Yates, William Oughtred, Edward Lhuyd, Alcide d'Orbigny, John Strutt, Lee DeForest, Vannevar Bush, Saint Adolf of Osnabrück, Caesar Baronius, Alexander Brome, Lillian Hellman, Robert McCloskey, Chet Atkins, Joe Henderson, Ingmar Bergman, Michelangelo Antonioni, Herbert Biberman, George "Spanky" McFarland, Gale Gordon, Buddy Hackett, Charles William Miller, Firpo Marberry, Larry O'Day, John Quelch, Charles J. Guiteau, Kurt von Schleicher, Gregor Strasser, Gustav Ritter von Kahr, Karl Ernst, Erich Klausener, Viktor Patsayev, Georgi Dobrovolski, Vladislav Volkov,
and Phyllis Hyman.

If you're living all alone, it's justifiable. Let me do it, too.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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