Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for Tuesday, September
25, 2012.
Three
days coming, three days with you, three days going. We are very confused. Sunday was definitely a “coming” day, and
today it is definitely “with Us”. We are
unclear as to what yesterday was, although it’s pretty clear that this shit ain’t
gonna start going away until at least tomorrow.
Sigh.
And
We had so many plans for things We needed to get done after the show
closed. Sitting around watching snot
fall out of Our nose was, oddly, not on the list. What a waste of a week.
Our
apologies to Heather Locklear, but We are fairly sure you wouldn’t want Us to
show up to your birthday festivities in Our current condition.
Meanwhile,
from the No ‘Tard Left Behind Department, Presidential Candidate and Inappropriate
Spray Tanner Mitt Rmoney doesn’t know why you can’t open the windows on an airplane.
Is it just Us, or is this assclown starting to make Dumbya look smart?
Because
We clearly have nothing, here are some tweets from Twatter:
Masturbating
while looking in a mirror isn't wrong unless it's the rearview mirror and
you're driving a school bus.
I
wish babies would stop saying "hi" to me while in the checkout
line. I don't fucking know you. Don't talk to me.
Your
neck tattoo says "Only God can judge me", yet here I am.
Remember,
if you're attractive, it's called persistence.
If you're ugly, it's called being a stalker.
It
would be nice if people with lazy eyes would put a Post-It on the one they want
me to look at when we're talking.
The
best way to prepare Brussels sprouts is to throw them in the trash while
ordering a delicious pizza.
You
don't have to break my heart to make me
cry. Just put me in Home Depot and tell
me to find an air filter.
Here
is last year’s Libra video to compare with this year’s (see above). All of your insights have been so helpful so
far, much like Helen Keller in an air traffic control tower.
It
is difficult to believe that it was only three short weeks ago that HimSelf was
named Groovy Reader of the Month over at Deep Dish: http://marcharshbarger.blogspot.com/2012/09/groovy-reader-of-month-eric-singel.html
Here’s
the HorrorScope:
Your
leadership is rarely in question, and today shows why that’s the case. (Because We’re all alone in
OurHouseWhereWeLive?)
You
take the reins at work or at home in a way that shows everyone concerned what’s
what. (Wait…We’re on a horse? Are We Isaiah Mustafa?)
Don’t
look back! (Or down. Or in the basement.)
The
future belongs to people who think for themselves, (That’s what YOU think.)
(Heh.)
so
where does that leave you? (In bed, hopefully.)
Being
a part of the crowd is important, (Ve vant to be alone.)
and
you certainly don’t want to create tension among your people. (If We have so
many damn people, why can’t one of ‘em be sick for Us?)
But
when you start agreeing to things that you don’t actually believe in, that’s
too far over the line. (One toke over the line, Sweet Jeebus…)
Today,
you have to hold on to your convictions and keep your individuality. (That sounds like a lot of work. Can We do it tomorrow? Or, preferably, next week?)
If
other people react poorly to your opinions or disagreement, then that’s their
problem to solve — not yours. (Good.)
Make
a few plans today. (Perhaps We shall
start in on next week’s social calendar.
Assuming, of course, that We live that long.)
You
could bake a cheesecake (In what universe?)
or
you could ask that good-looking stranger to grow old with you. (Yeah. Because that’s a pick-up line that’ll work.)
You
pick! (You suck!)
(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.
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