Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Wednesday (We have
typed exactly one word, and We’re parentheticalizing already (Everything prior
to “Wednesday” was left there from the day before (Just another fascinating
behind-the-scenes glimpse at the inner workings of Erix Daily horoscope (“Glimpse”
is a peculiar word, no? (And apparently, the longer you stare at it, the
peculiarer it gets. (At any rate, this plethora of parentheses was brought on
by the word “Wednesday”, which, in contemplating as We typed it, We suddenly
discovered is an anagram for “SwedenDay”, which, while not an actual word,
actually should be, as it sounds like a lot more fun than “Wednesday”. Especially when One combines it with the
concept of Hump Day, and imagines the participation of the Swedish Olympic Men’s
Swim Team.))))))
So
Happy Hump A Swede Day.
It
further occurs to Us that, given Our cunning linguistic skills, We ought
perhaps to pursue a career encrypting documents for the CIA. Kiss Us quick, We’re Alan Turing. (Didn’t see THAT coming, didja?)
In
other news, some people have sex dreams; We?
Have date dreams. Yes, indeed…We
went on a date, We rode bicycles (riding a bicycle is, apparently, like riding
a bicycle…you don’t forget), We got rained on, then We lost each other in a
parking garage.
Well,
We didn’t say We had GOOD date dreams.
And, for you perverts who are wondering, neither “rode bicycles” nor “got
rained on” is a euphemism. Sometimes a
parking garage is just a parking garage.
And
sometimes it’s a BLANK. Ah, the suBtlest
segue that ever segued suBtly with suBtle segueing suBtlety. 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 at odds with the known
universe.)
We
have no idea what that meant. We’re
still recovering from Paula Abdul’s birthday party. (You thought We’d forgotten
that We’re a serial now, didn’t’cha?
Honey, Bunches Of Oats™.)
Our
Astute Readers (both of whom are very nice (hey, how many people do YOU know
who can read a stute?)) will not have been distracted by that barrage of
badinage from the fact that We never said who Our dream date was with. And We are here to tell you that We are not here
to tell you.
Here’s
the HorrorScope:
Oh,
good lord. We’ve not even recovered from
Paula Abdul’s birthday, and now We’ve got to celebrate Nicole Kidman’s? Tom Cruise’s elevator shoes! (Remind Us to come back and turn that into a
joke.)
You
can rack up quite a few points today (But pointing out racks would be rude.)
—
and otherwise find yourself busier than usual. (Also bustier.)
(Apparently,
we have embarked upon a titty motif. You’re
welcome, str8 bois.)
(Micro$oft
Weird™ seems to think that “titty” is not a word. Tough titty said the kitty, but the milk’s
still good.)
Your
productivity should impress anyone who’s watching, (Wait…We thought you were
just reading this…you can SEE Us?!? That’s
not good.)
though
it might not be the most fun you’ve ever had.
(Neither was losing Our date in a parking garage. Although Paula Abdul’s birthday party was a
pretty good time. Till the cops came.)
There
are two families in your life (The Montagues and the Capulets? The Hatfields and the McCoys? The Addams Family and the Munsters?)
—
the one that contains the people you’re related to, and the one that includes
the friends you choose to have in your life. (Our way was more interesting.)
It’s
time to get these two groups intermingled — plan a dinner party or an informal
cocktail get-together so that everyone you love can be in the same room at the
same time. (Two questions: can the
Swedish Olympic Men’s Swim Team be there?
And do edible Speedos™ count as hors d’oeuvres?)
(Apparently,
We have abandoned the titty motif in favor of banana hammocks. Oh, well; what did Our str8 boi readers ever do
for Us?)
There
will be no huge personality clashes (You’re no fun.)
—
as a matter of fact, some interesting new relationships might be born. (“Interesting” is such an interesting word,
isn’t it?)
The
energy’s mellow, (Thank you, Olivia Newton-John.)
while
you may be far from it. (We have never been mellow. Nor have We ever tried to find a comfort from
inside Us.)
Do
something that helps you chill out (It’s gonna be ninety-eight degrees today…We
think We’ll chill IN.)
—
get some exercise, watch a movie with a friend, do some knitting. (“Knitting”? Seriously?)
Focusing
on your love life won’t expedite it right now.
(Not that We have much of a love life, but, if We did, We’re pretty sure
that “expedite” would not be the verb We’d choose to go with it.)
(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.
Some video from Paula's party. (This was filmed in 1978, long before she had her nose job.) I think you'll find her singing to be quite something.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxHxPxvWHfM
Jeebus Cripes! I lasted exactly fifteen seconds. Then my ears started to bleed. It was like if McDonna and William Hung had a baby.
ReplyDeleteWell, you MUST have appreciated that I was able to pull that out of almost nowhere in honor of the actual text of today's entry. Right?
ReplyDeleteWell, yes. But it's frightening that such a thing can be found in "almost nowhere" instead of being found NOWHERE, as it should be.
ReplyDeleteThe truth is that it's hard to forget that once you've been subjected to it. But it's also sort of fun to think that she was responsible for the first eight (or so) American Idols, which means that she has had far too much of an influence on the current state of music. This isn't sad because of her "singing," but it is certainly notable if you consider that she didn't have a single item from what could be called "the whole package."
ReplyDeleteIf you don't have any of what is important, how are you able to judge others on these things? At least she saw a plastic surgeon or four, which is good, but she still didn't get the "attractive" part of the pop star package, did she? Still, she managed to amass seven #1 Billboard singles in spite of her crazy, drug-addled, fat-assed self, so she had to have the most important item in the package, which was probably a good connection. (I guess she probably had another one: good luck... most likely in the form of information that would make extortion via blackmail easy as... well, as easy as me.)
I love talking about pop stars. I'm sort of jealous that I didn't get to celebrate with you and her yesterday, but she was in the audience with me this week in 2010 at one of the final showings of the Broadway revival of Hair, which was one of only two B'way shows from which I escaped during intermission, the other being Jekyl and (why-in-the-world-would-anybody-not-want-to) Hyde (from-this?).
Would I be trumping you by telling you that I was, in fact, with Nicole Kidman on HER birthday eight years ago? June 20, 2004 was the night that I was with Madonna on stage at MSG and Ms. Kidman was there with us. So, yeah... we go WAAAAY back.
(There is no point in having spent any time in NYC if I'm not allowed to name drop. You agree with that, right?)