Monday, July 27, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 27 July

Go away.

Why are you still here? Don't you have a train to be under? Go on, now, get gone. Why are you still not going? Oh, right. You came here for something. And that something would be... as if I couldn't have figured it out for myself. You want a reading. And, if I give you that reading, you'll happily go away and let me have my blissful solitude again, right? Nift-o-rooney. Here you are:
If you concentrate your earnest efforts on all your undertakings and, with your ambitions and determination, you are capable of great success and happiness. Unfortunately, you suffer from a form of Attention Deficit Disorder, so that will never happen. You are vivacious and lovable, the very embodiment of a shih tsu puppy in human form. Be careful how you pronounce that. And be careful where you step.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. But, while you stand there with your tongue hanging out perkily, you can look positively. At least you are still able to wag that tail perkily, which beats what these people have, as they all, on this date, became part of dog's paradise: Robert Dinwiddie, William Lowndes Yancey, Claire Chennault, Mohammed Reza Pahlavi, Pierre Louis Maupertuis, John Dalton, Emil Theodor Kocher, Auguste-Henri Forel, James H. "Dutch" Kindelberger, Frank Zamboni, Aleksandr Danilovich Aleksandrov, Salomo Glassius, Albertus van Raalte, Gertrude Stein, Richard Aldington, Alfred Henry O'Keeffe, Ferruccio Busoni, Bobby Day, Leon Wilkeson, William Wyler, James Mason, Bob Hope, Binnie Barnes, Woolf Barnato, Babe Adams, Smoky Joe Wood, Travis Jackson, Reggie Lewis, Rhonda Singh, Gordon Solie,
and Harry "Sweets" Edison.

There's no sweeter love here. No love at all. Well, not much.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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