Cranky Large Medium reading, 28 July

Go away.

Go on. Amscray. Beat it. Skedaddle. Scoot. Hoof it. What are you waiting for -- an engraved invitation? Not that I want to crush your feelings or anything (heh), but, well, ahem. Why aren't you leaving, yet? What do you want? ... as if I didn't already know. Natch. You want a reading. Oooooh, am I ever shocked. If I give this reading to you, you'll happily leave, right? Right. Hot-cha! Here you are:

You have a keen, alert and active mind. Nobody knows quite where you last used it, though, so consider it lost. Although you're almost charming when your mind is free, most of the time you are nervous and petulant, under strain.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But at least you can look on the positive side -- you're still upright and active. That's quite the opposite of what these people have become, as, on this date in history, they all became immobile horizontal underground units: Theodosius II, George Law Curry, Karl W. Richter, Ramón Grau, Gaspard Monge, Jan Evangelista Purkyně, William Matthew Flinders Petrie, Otto Hahn, Roger Tory Peterson, Trygve Haavelmo, Abraham Pais, Francis Crick, Pope Victor II, Edward Beecher, Cyrano de Bergerac, Abraham Cowley, Edogawa Ranpo, David Gemmell, Charles E. Pont, Antonio Vivaldi, Johann Sebastian Bach, Sam Edwards, Eugene Roche, Patrick Allen, Jill Esmond, Rosalie Crutchley, Myril Hoag, Rodrigo de Bastidas, Maximilien Robespierre, Louis de Saint-Just,

and Helen Traubel.

Du bist der Pest. Go home.
Happy birthday, anyway.