Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for FriedDay, June 22,
2012. Happy birthday to Chris, who turns
twenty-four today. Also, happy birthday
to Mark, who also turns twenty-four today.
And Happy Gay Pride to Our NewYorkianese friends.
Oh,
my dears! Things are looking up here at
Casa de KiKiForCocoaPuffs™! Several things are about to fall into place for Us…naturally,
We can’t tell you about any of them,
lest We jinx them, but suffice it to say, FiFi d’Orsay, that, if We play Our
cards just right, We may become an overnight success just about the time We’re ready
to retire.
To
distract you from that mystery, Miss Marple, here’s this Soap Opera Name
Generator. http://www.hlntv.com/interactive/2012/06/12/whats-your-soap-opera-name When We put in Himself’s name, We get “Austin
Pertucci”. When We put in Our Own Personal
name, We get “Harlow Hall”. Just for
shitz and gigglez, We tried Iris Holcombe (“Krystal Grecko”) and Jesus Christ (“Gabriel
Hart”). Obviously, We are easily
amused. Just as obviously, We want you
to input your own personal name and send Us your results. Because We are starved for attention and live
entertainment.
Some
piece of spam wants to know if We need Our roof replaced…is that a euphemism
with which We are unfamiliar?
In
still other news, The Match Game : playing it We shall be on Friday, July 13 and Saturday,
July 14, at 7:30, at L’Etage. The
SitOnMyFaceBook event is here: http://www.facebook.com/events/234467316672300/
and tickets can be gotten here: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/255809
. Be there, or be BLANK.)
But
The Big Story On Action News….this has been quite the week for celebrity
birthdays. Despite starting off with
WhoTheFuckIsBlakeShelton, We then had Paula Abdul, Nicole Kidman, and His Royal
Heinie, Prnce William. But that was all
just a warm-up for today. It is
completely unclear why it isn’t a national holiday…how dare any workplace be
doing business-as-usual on Meryl Fucking
Streep’s birthday?!?!?
(Micro$oft
Weird™ would like Us to know that, while “Meryl” and “Fucking” are words, “Streep’s”
is not. Seriously, Micro$oft Weird™? On her BIRTHDAY?)
Here’s
the HorrorScope:
Your
intuitive powers are kind of hit or miss (We had a feeling that was the case.)
(Heh. See what We did there?)
(Meanwhile,
We just chanced to glance back a few paragraphs…since when is “heinie” not a
word?)
—
but on a day like today, you should find them working quite well! (Well, don’t act so surprised about it!)
It’s
almost spooky (Also, kreepy and kooky, and altogether ooky.)
(We
had initially misremembered that as “krazy and kooky”, but We did the research
and corrected Ourself, because that’s the kind of klassy professional
operation this is. Bitches.)
how
they seem to keep you one step ahead of the competition. (Wait…there’s competition? Dear god in heaven, it’s not SWIMSUIT
competition, is it?)
Women
will play prominent roles in your day. (Yippee.
Once again, We are desperate and dateless.)
Mothers,
aunts and friendly female neighbors will interact with you in a very powerful
and interesting way. (At some point, We must tell all y’all about Our friendly
female neighbor. She’s about a hundred,
and rides a scooter. She thinks she
knows Us from somewhere. Did We mention that
it sucks to be Us?)
These
women have a lot of good insight for you, so listen when they offer their
advice. (Don’t encourage them!)
They’re
not trying to tell you how to live your life (They’re trying to tell Us how
THEY think We should live Our life.)
—
they’re just trying to help you think of something you might not have
considered before. (Consider yourself part of the furniture. (Please, Sir, I’d like some Mormons. (But only if they look like Wes Ramsey or
Steve Sandvoss.)))
(We’ll
take obscure cinema references for $500, Alex.)
Resist your urge to just nod and smile at what
they are saying. (Insert image of Us
nodding and smiling here.)
Give
the feminine mystique extra credence today.
(Our feminist merit badge is about to be taken away…We were firmly
convinced that The Feminine Mystique
had been written by Germaine Greer, when in reality (which is, parenthetically, vastly overrated
(reality, that is, not The Feminine Mystique)) it was written by Betty Friedan.)
Your
energy levels might be all over the place if you don’t take better care of
yourself. (To say nothing of Our
litter-hairy references. (No, really…say NOTHING.))
Get
plenty of sleep, eat healthy foods, lay off the java, and learn to relax. (Well,
aren’t YOU just the pushy, demanding bitch?)
Those
closest to you will appreciate your willingness to even out. (What does that even MEAN?)
(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.
mine is Keely Stansbury - blech
ReplyDeleteWow. That's worse than mine.
ReplyDeleteMine's "Taylor Coors". Kinda funny since most people F-up my last name and call me Corona instead of Carano. But I much prefer Corona over a Coors... at least they didn't give me Coors-Lite as a last name!
DeleteTaylor Corona would be much soapier. Coors isn't a soap name...it's a Mama's Family name.
ReplyDeleteI'm of the Rikard family. Depending on the day, I'm either ATALANTA or BRANT. Can I be both?
ReplyDeleteOf course...what's soapier than twins?
ReplyDeleteI was thinking multiple personalities. I do want an Emmy, after all.
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