Cranky Large Medium reading, 14 August

Go away.

Will you go now, please? Go on. Make like a tree and leave. Head 'em up, move 'em out. G'waaaahnnnn. Scat. Why are you still here? Do you want to look like a blithering idiot just standing on my mountain, or is it a natural effect? Ah. I see. My apologies to your parents. So, why aren't you gone, anyway? You came here for something from me. And that something is? As if I couldn't reason this thing out, myself. Why, shocker (!), you want a reading. And, once you get it, you will leave, is that correct? Then, by all means, let us get on with it. Here you are:

You are sharp and hyper-vigilant, and tend toward the bossy. In social terms, you are an elitist, although you are generally too polite to admit your dislike for the hoi-polloi unless they come too close to you. You do not care for the light and frivolous, so you don't get many invitations to the really fun parties, any more. In your home and in your love, you are so sincere as to be stifling.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But then, what do you care? You live above the rest of us. And you fathom full well that means you're even farther above these great and noble people, all of whom, on this date in history, were sent below... six feet below: Tiberius II Constantine, Minamoto no Yoriie, Saitō Tatsuoki, David Farragut, John Sirica, Johann Jakob Reiske, Constant Prévost, Paul Sabatier, Frédéric Joliot, Pope Pius II, Roland Laporte, Bertolt Brecht, Jules Romains, Nicolas Bentley, J. B. Priestley, Nathaniel Hone, Simeon Solomon, William Croft, Karl Böhm, Roy Buchanan, Robert Calvert, Tony Williams, Oscar Levant, Patrick Magee, Bruno Kirby, Dorothy Stratten, Gale Sondergaard, Joe Kelley, Spud Davis, Ricky Berry, Alberto Crespo, Pee Wee Reese, Clifton"Coo Coo" Marlin, William Randolph Hearst, Herbert Putnam, Enzo Ferrari,

and Johnny Burnette.

You touch my hand, the side of your head gets popped.
Happy birthday, anyway.