Saturday, August 08, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 8 August

Go away.

When will you go? Do I have to wait until, somehow, it suits you to scram? What is it that keeps you here against my wishes? Did you forget your manners? Apparently so. Certainly anybody even remotely introduced to Emily Post would not have come a-calling under such circumstances. Pardon my bluntness for bringing your lapse to your attention. So, now, will you leave? No? Well, why the heck not? Oh, of course. You want me to give you something to make you leave. And that something would be... as if I couldn't figure it out... unh-huh. What a surprise. You came to a medium and you didn't want fashion advice. You want a reading. If I give it to you, you will go, correct? Yeeehaw. Here you are:
You have a very sensitive, intuitive nature, almost psychic -- note, I say "almost." You are no competition for me. You have some executive ability, and tend to push people around, as a result. This means your family usually does what you want, rather than see you throw another tantrum.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. You need to work on that being sensitive thing. You might start by considering how fortunate you really are. At least you're still around to whine and be touchy. That puts you at a great advantage over these people, all of whom, on this date in history, touched bottom and failed to rise from the box: Horio Tadauji, Dean Rockwell, Girolamo Fracastoro, Oronce Finé, Danilo Blanuša, Nevill Mott, Immanuel Hermann Fichte, Mary Mackillop, Shirley Jackson, Nicholas Monsarrat, Ellen Raskin, Alonso Sánchez Coello, Eugène Boudin, James Tissot, Adolf Loos, Chaim Soutine, Oswald von Wolkenstein, Carl Heinrich Graun, Johnny Dodds, Mei Lanfang, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, Melville Shavelson, Alan Napier, Louise Brooks, Fay Wray, Barbara Bel Geddes, Wilbert Robinson, Eric Brandon, John Kordic, Gene Mauch, Orville Moody, Angus MacAskill, James Irwin,
and Julian "Cannonball" Adderley.

Work somewhere else.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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