Saturday, September 19, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 19 September

Go away.

Will you please go now? Why are you still here? Did I do something in a previous life to warrant this torture from you? Go on, then, leave. What are you waiting for? Oh, right, you didn't just wander up here by accident, you came here to get something from me. And that something would be? O, I am shocked. Pardon my gasp. You want a reading. If I give you one, do you promise to leave me alone again? Woo-hoo! Here you are:
Ambitious, restless, and yet a drudge at work, you would sacrifice your own health to provide for those you deem important. It's a good thing you're mostly on your own. You are uptight, narrow, and more fussy than Morris the Cat ever was. You like to think about art, music, literature, and a lot of talk, as though that makes you an intellectual.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. But then, you don't have to look at that as though it were bad news. After all, you are still around today to talk like a pirate, if you so choose, me hearty. That puts you in a better position than these people, all of whom, on this date in history, walked the final plank: Go-Daigo, Hugh Kawharu, ... Ole Rømer, Gaspard-Gustave Coriolis, Konstantin Eduardovich Tsiolkovsky, Chester Carlson, Rhys Jones, Theodore of Tarsus, Condé Nast, Will Cuppy, Italo Calvino, Michael Peter Ancher, Eddie Adams, Martha Holmes, Hermes Pan, Gram Parsons, Rich Mullins, David Gordon Kirkpatrick aka Slim Dusty, Mary Frances Penick aka Skeeter Davis, Ellis Marsalis, Sr., Daniel Flores aka Chuck Rio, Pauline Frederick, Elizabeth Allen, Willie Steele, William Waller, Giles Corey, Mayer Amschel Rothschild, Guy Gibson, John D. Dingell, Sr., Orville Redenbacher,
and Clyde J. "Red" Foley.

Boogie out of here on that freight train, please.

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