Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for WhenceDay, June 27,
2012. Happy Hump Day. Need We even continue? We didn’t think so.
There
is, apparently, some British boi band, consisting of five 18-year-olds, called
One Erection. (How you can have five
healthy 18-year-old bois with only one erection between (amongst?) them is
beyond Us, but it’s Britlandia, so who knows?)
Now, We Our Own Self Personally do not so much follow along with the
bouncing balls of the pop music scene (that little word pixture was meant to be
in keeping with the genitalia motif that seems to be developing here. (We just know you’re SHOCKED.)), but We were
directed to a YouTube video of One Erection live in concert by a blog We
follow.
The
quality of the video was not all that great, as it was apparently just taken
using some fan’s phone. Which, as near
as We can tell, was a rotary phone. Whose
number was Butterfield-8. Which still
takes nickels. Buffalo nickels. (Erix Daily Horoscope is GREEN; We recycle
Our jokes. (Although the “buffalo nickel”
part was new.)) However, We were able to clearly hear the little whippersnappers
singing, “You don’t know you’re beautiful…that’s what makes you beautiful.” Which seemed a rather mature sentiment for
gentlemen who barely have to shave yet.
Of
course, Britlandian boys are much more mature than American boys, because they
go away to boarding school when they are twelve and have sex with each other until
they turn twenty-one, while saying things like, “Pip! Pip! Sporting, what?” and
wearing jodhpurs and bowler hats. (Is anyone
else now picturing Harry Potter having sex in a bowler hat? Just Us?
Alrighty, then.)
But
that’s not Our point. In fact, We seem
to have strayed from Our point completely.
(How HAWTT did Daniel Radcliffe turn out, though? Seriously!) Our point is that, for some reason
unbeknownst to Us, We actually recognized the song! This gave Us pause, as We could not for the
life of Us imagine how We had come across it.
Of course, in a total visit from your Auntie Climax, We eventually realized
that they had done it on Glee.
Wow. That was a really long story about
nothing. Good thing there were all those
genitalia in there.
Speaking
of genitalia, We and Our genitalia betook Ourselves to the Homo Depot
yesterday. (Is that sentence making
anyone else think of the “Dick in a Box” song? Sigh…Justin Timberlake. (Boi bands and genitalia…it’s like a theme
party in here today, folks!)) With
absolutely no muss, fuss, or waiting, We were able to order Our hinges. (We knew from the InterNetz that they wouldn’t
have them in stock, but We wanted someone less unhinged than Our Own Self to
look at the broken one to be sure We were ordering the right thing. And since Daniel Radcliffe, Justin
Timberlake, and the bois from One Erection were all unavailable, We had to go
see a lesbian at the Homo Depot.)
Micro$oft
Weird™ keeps “suggesting” that We might want to change “Homo Depot” to “Home
Depot”. Micro$oft Weird™ clearly hasn’t
been to the Homo Depot lately. Plus, if
We were (subjunctively) going to change it to anything, We would change it to “Topo
Gigio”, just to fuck with all y’all.
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 (and if you haven’t read the fine print yet,
you really should): http://www.facebook.com/events/234467316672300/
and tickets can be gotten here: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/255809
. Be there, or be BLANK.)
Here’s
the HorrorScope:
Oh. My.
Gawd. It is HELEN KELLER’S
BIRTHDAY! (We said that in all caps, so
she’d hear Us.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
HK!!! In honor of Helen’s special day,
We present the remainder of the horoscope as she would experience it:
BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAH!!!!!!!!!
(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.
If I read this yesterday afternoon, when I usually do, I probably would have immediately gotten the HK joke. It being read closer to Crack:Morning O'Clock, I was sort of stumped. Then, when I looked to see if, perhaps, you chose to write something in the same color as the background by highlighting it, I realized that I don't have that much of a sense of humor in the morning. Still, now that I think about it, that would have been really fucking funny, since you could have written whatever you wanted.
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