Thursday, August 20, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 20 August

Go away.

Why did you wake me -- er, interrupt my meditation? Why won't you go? Have you no heart? Come to think of it, have you a superabundance of spleen? How can you be so cruel to a stranger? Why won't you go? All right, why are you here the medium asked as if a clue hadn't already hit said medium upside the head... sigh. You want a reading. What a novel desire to bring to a medium. You couldn't have simply come for a glimpse of an old medium sleepi- ah, meditating. Well, if it gets you to leave, I suppose I can toss you the bone you seek. Here you are:
You are a leader, of friends and in business, mostly because nobody else is fool enough to be the first to go where you want to go. Your ideals are high, when you can find them; you ought to let them lead you. You laugh a lot and like to party, so attract that sort of person, instead of those with substance. Get out of the house. It will be good for you.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. Let me get a shovel so you can bury yourself in self-pity. Or, you can look at the bright side of this -- at least you're capable of wielding a shovel. That puts you well above the circumstances of these people, all of whom, on this date in history, no longer wielded, but yielded: Johan de Witt, Cornelis de Witt, Jonathan Myrick Daniels, Hua Guofeng, Paul Ehrlich, Adolf von Baeyer, Percy Williams Bridgman, Joan Voûte, Norris Bradbury, Sir Fred Hoyle, Pope John XIV, Geert Groote, Anne Hutchinson, Pope Pius VII, William Booth, Pope Pius X, Martin Opitz von Boberfeld, Jules Laforgue, Milton Acorn, Tomás Luis de Victoria, Kim Stanley, Greg MacGregor, Thomas Herrion, Larry Hartsell, Gene Upshaw, Miguel López de Legazpi, Louis Antoine de Bougainville, George Adamson, Leona Helmsley, Stephanie Tubbs Jones,
and I can't find a worthy enough musician whose death occurred on this date, so I'm just going to pop in a little number here that will make me happy as I picture you heading down the road away from here. So: here's a little Bill Monroe, wayfaring stranger.

Now go home to see your whatever.
Happy birthday, anyway.

No comments: