Hello,
Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Faberge, April 27,
2012. (Faberge is, of course, French for “Friday”. (That’s not true. (We’re assuming (thereby
making an ass out of you and Uma Thurman) you knew that.) Although it may be
Pig French. (You know, like Pig
Latin. Does Pig French even exist? We would guess that it doesn’t, as all of their
words already end in –ay, but then and again, We’ve met a few Frenchmen…)))
Before
We mercifully change the subject and put you out of your misery (and into the
cock-a-doodie car, Mister Man (heh…didn’t see THAT coming, didja?)), here, as a
courtesy to Our Religious Readers (as opposed to Our Readers who read Us religiously, which is
an entirely different concept), is the entire Bible, in Pig Latin: http://www.museumofconceptualart.com/ible-bay.html Because One can, apparently, find absolutely anything
on the WorldWideInterWebNetz.
Happy
birthday to Dena, who turns twenty-four today in MaryLand. (WHO said they thought THIS was “MaryLand”?) Also, happy birthday to Israel (the person,
not the country) who also turns twenty-four today, in THIS country, but on The
Other Coast. In San Francisco. Speaking of MaryLand. Here is a link to their Starzina’s Time of the Month
Horoscope: Taurus: which you can use to share it with your very own
personal Taurean friends: http://youtu.be/KlqQw4TppqY
Additionally,
Happy Arbor Day to the rest of you. Except
those of you in Greater Bostonia, whom We wish Happy AhBah Day. Which, We now notice, is only a few vowels
shy of Happy ABBA Day. Which sounds like
a much funner holiday. Trees being all
nice and all, but unable to make One dance.
Have
you noticed lately that instant gratification takes too long?
Meanwhile,
the winner of yesterday’s audience participation contest was OurMizDonna, who,
in response to “Charming is your middle name”, riposted, “And Charmin™ is yours”.
Also
also, stay tuned to this space for A Very Important Imminent Announcement
concerning everyone’s favorite sketch comedy troupe, the WaitStaff.
And,
because its brilliance cannot be overstated, Our new motto: Uranus is Our Rosebud.
And
now, the HorrorScope:
(Okay,
not only Arbor Day, Ahbah Day, and ABBA Day…but also Jessica Alba’s birthday,
and thus Alba Day? (Are We still
relevant if We’re only accidentally relevant?))
You
start something rolling that really takes off — and it could be a big coup for
you! (Okay, that is either a reference
to the aforementioned WaitStaff project, or a really intricate fat joke.)
See
if you can find a way to launch your latest scheme with the help of those
closest to you. (The WaitStaff project?)
Your
outer self and inner self will not be in sync today, but you can overcome the
disparity if you take things slowly. (The fat joke?)
(The
suspenders are killing Us.)
(Heh. See what We did there?)
The
good news is, you’ll probably be looking fantastic. (So either it’s NOT the fat
joke, or Kelli is a chubby chaser.)
The
bad news is, you probably won’t be feeling fantastic. (On ABBA Day? Don’t you believe it.)
Give
yourself extra time in the morning (How?
By stealing it from the afternoon?)
—
sleep in a little bit if you can — and try to get challenging tasks out of the
way as early as possible. (We did that yesterday. Ordered a new battery for Our cell phone, We
did. Our cell phone, which is currently
permanently affixed to an electrical outlet next to the couch. Thus making it the world’s most inconvenient
landline. Sigh.)
Set
aside the afternoon for relaxation, (Ommmmmmmm….)
and
give yourself time to get back to normal.
(Yeah. Good luck with that.)
Eyes
are the window to the soul (And Uranus
is the window to the rectum. (Rectum? We
nearly KILLED ‘em.))
—
and now more than ever, this is totally apparent. (But not, for all of Our
Hayley Mills Fan Readers, A Parent Trap.)
(No,
We don’t have any idea what We’re talking about. Why do you ask?)
So
whenever possible, connect visually. (Don’t you mean viZZZually?)
Wink,
stare, gaze or arch the brow. (Is it
just Us, or does that sound exhausting?)
Let
the exchange of mutual admiration begin.
(Lettuce hope that “exchange of mutual admiration” is a euphemism. And lettuce hope that there are bodily fluids
involved.)
(Your Your-O-Scopes:
(Meanwhile, why We didn’t think of this sooner,
We’ve got no idea, but better laid than necking, as they say (and how right
they are!). For real live actual
ass(tromlaogical) ho(roscopular) advice, please visit Our good friend AstroGeek
here: http://agskylab.blogspot.com/. Our Own epistular musings are of use to you
only insofar as making you feel better by comparison, but he will give you
actual pertinent advice for your very own lives, based on upon the positions
and transitations of all manner of planets, planetoids, asteroids, Altoids™,
hemorrhoids, and other heavenly flotsam, jetsam, and Jetsons. Plus, he knows all about Uranus!)
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Starzina
Starfish-Browne was born in the wagon of a traveling show…well, okay, not
really. She was actually born in Lowake, Texas, the daughter of a beautician
and either a garage mechanic or the town mailman. At sixteen, she escaped her
humble beginnings by running off with Doctor Browne’s Traveling Medicine Show
and, more to the point, Doctor Browne. Following the dissolution of this
unfortunate entanglement (Doctor Browne was a Virgo and Starzina is, of course,
an Aries), which produced a daughter, Starzina entered a contest in Soap Opera
Digest and won a scholarship to Oxford (yes, in ENGLAND), where she earned her
doctorate in the newly-created dual major of Astrology and Human Sexuality. There
is absolutely NO TRUTH to the rumor that Starzina’s second daughter has Royal
blood, despite tabloid photographs allegedly depicting her cavorting on the
Italian Riviera with Princes William and Harry, clad only in Prussian helmets
and armbands of questionable taste. Starzina currently resides with her
daughters in Philadelphia, the City That Loves You (On Your) Back, where she
enjoys Double Coupon Day at the local SuperCruise and “encouraging” the
coxswain of the Penn rowing team.
Thank you sir! You rock!
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