Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s
Daily Horoscope for Friday Eve, August 30, 2012. In keeping with this week’s nostalgia theme,
We offer herewith (who lithped?) Our very first ever e-pissode in Bloggonia:
A whole new world...
Greetings, Excitement! Rapture! Incandescent Cheer!---
Here is your horoscope for Wednesday, January 13, 2010 (And the
very happiest of Hump Days to all you Humpers and Humpettes out there in Hump-Hump Land!
Oh, my dears...We are so excited, We can barely contain Our very selves! (In
fact, We are pretty sure that a little bit of Us may have actually escaped
earlier. (Wasn't that a tasteful way to say "queef"? (And wasn't that a tasty
dish to set before the king?))) Here We are with Our very own BLOG! Why, We
feel just like Betty Crocker must have felt when she saw her
very first microwave oven. And said, "What the fu(k am I gonna do with THAT?!?"
The world is Our oyster now, Bay-Bee! (Also, Neptune is Our mussel, and Uranus
is Our calamari, but that's a wh0re of another color.) We can bold, we can italicize, we can
come in
colors...(although We have
yet to figger
out how to make that TM=trademark symbol that We like, and We aren't being
spellchecked as We go along. Which is problematicalicious, in that, while We
can spell reasonably well, We can't type for sh1t...). But still, look at Us,
We're a BLOGGER! With contextually appropriate advertising and everything!):
(While We're waxing
pathetic (and We see you, in the corner, waxing the carrot...please knock that
off; it's very distracting. Even though it's only a baby carrot) about the
Brave New Universe in which We find Ourselves, We should also point out that We
can do pictures and video now, too. (Well, We tried to do a pixture
here, but it keeps putting it at the top instead. Clearly, We shall have to
read more of the destructions.
However, We can also do video, and We don't care where that goes, so here. (Hmmm...that
didn't work so well either.
(Now We're waiting while it's "processing" Our video.
(Is it p00p yet?) While We wait, a bit of Eric's Daily Horoscope history for
those of you who may be new to Us. Way back when the Earth was cooling, in
2001, (Oh, look...Our video appears to be processed. Much like processed cheese
food. Velveeta! Velveeta! Don't cry for me, Ike and Tina, and all that) a
friend used to email Us Our daily horoscope on occasions when it was
particularly Pollyanna-ish and, thus, completely unrelated to
Our own life. On the first such occasion, We responded with some scintillating bon mot no
doubt not unlike "Our horoscope can go fu(k itself". When this did not
deter the arrival of subsequent putridly optimistic horoscopular
rantings, it became clear to Us that We were being called upon to tell said
horoscopes exactly
where they could go and
exactly what they could do when they got there, and Eric's Daily Horoscope
was born.)
(And now, a word about the pixture which We have had to leave at
the top of this installment, as We cannot induce it to go anywhere else.
Tempted though We are to pass that off as a pixture of Our very Own Self to fool
those of you who do not know Us personally, We cannot tell a lie. (Well,
actually We can,
and We can do a pretty d@mn fine job of it. But
We're not lying to you now. (Or ARE We?)) Every so often, One is fortunate in
this life to encounter a person who, by sheer force of positive personality,
makes it seem as though any old thing is possible if you just try to do it. And
about one out of ten of those people manage to do that without making you wanna
puke up your own spleen. Now, We should make it clear that We are not one of
those people (we mean the positive personality kind...We're pretty sure We
occasionally make you wanna puke up your own spleen). If it depended upon Us,
no light bulb would have ever gone off over Thomas Algae Edison's head, the
Wright Brothers would have been Wrong, and Billy Joe McAllister
would have jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge a whole lot sooner. The
gentleman in the picture, however, is
one of those people, and as such, is The Patron Saint Of The Eric's Daily
Horoscope Blog For The New Millennium, in addition to being Our future ex-husband.
(Those of you who actually know the gentleman in question may wonder how he can
possibly be Our future ex-husband when he is already in a committed relationship.
It's a simple summer soap opera plot involving amnesia and multiple
personalities. It all gets wrapped up in one thirteen-week cycle, and nobody is
the wiser. Except that We eventually give birth to twins, one good and one
evil...(Hey, We don't watch The Young And The Rest Of Us for nothing...)))
(So how many of all y'all are still scratching your heads over the
Billy Joe McAllister
reference? It's not just any old blog that can call to mind the song stylings
of Miss Bobbie Gentry...)
(Meanwhile, it appears we've done everything We came here to do,
except for a horoscope. There are examples of those down below, though, for you
newbies, and We are out of time. So here is the link to YOUR-O-Scopes:
you've tried scrubbing, you've tried soaking, and still you hear,
"ring around the cowgrass!")
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