Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for SayerDee, December 8, 2012. Happy Hanukkah to Chaka Khan and her friends, Happy Feast Of The Immaculate Contraption to McDonna and her immaculate contraption-feasting friends (also, eeeuuuwww), Happy Birthday to Aaron, who turns twenty-four today, and also Happy Birthday to Bryan, who also turns twenty-four today, and Happy Birthday to Ian Somerhalder, who is gorgeous, and Happy Birthday to Flip Wilson, who is dead.
Our ass is pooped, and We have Things To Do. This blogging-every-day crap is for Lady Bird Johnson. So as soon as We do a little housekeeping (blog-wise), We will be treating you to A Very Special Encore Presentation of last year’s Pearl Harbor Day blog.
Here, in case you missed it yesterday, is where to get tickets to Heavy Metal Dance Fag:
Here, in case you’ve missed it every day since November 25, is the link with which to share Our Sagittarius video with your friends:
Meanwhile, this just in from Helen Keller on Twitter (Why, yes, We DO follow Helen Keller on Twitter; thanks for asking.):
That awkward moment when a guy asks me if I'm currently seeing anyone.
Mom sent me to the corner store to get milk. I get back 4 days later with a carton of orange juice. FML.
Beethoven was deaf. So fuck all y'all.
And now, climb into the Way-Back Machine with Us as We revisit Pearl Harbor Day 2011:
Pearl’s a singer; she stands up when she plays the piano in a nightclub
(Hmmm, We said (in 2012)…where have We heard THAT recently?)
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s Daily Horoscope for HumpDay, December 7, 2011. Why, it seems like only yesterday (because it was) that We were making pearl necklace jokes, and suddenly here it is Pearl Bailey Day. Tyne Daly fries when you slap her son. Seventy years ago today, a Chinese food delivery went horribly wrong, and everybody was hungry again a half an hour later. It was a day that will limp in infancy; it was the best of times, it was the Sunday Times; Jimmy craps corn, it’s in your hair.
Hey, what do you want from Us? We have just finished writing the script for Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope: Capricorn edition. And, as Our director/auteur/cinematographer/visionary/cameraman/muse is his own self a Capricorn, it promises to be extra special. Or extra crispy. Or something. Please don’t strain yourself pretending to care, though; it’s not like you’ve broken your neck to watch this:
Or to share it with others:
And now, nice weather We’re under, no? Here’s the HorrorScope:
Your hard work is finally starting to pay off, so kick back and see if you can get your people to celebrate with you. (We do hope that, eventually, We meet these “people” that We allegedly have, if only to chastise them for their constant inactivity on Our behalf. To say nothing of Our bewhole. (No, really…say NOTHING.))
It’s one of those days (Innit though?)
when your energy is better spent doing something new. (Or something nude. If only We weren’t writing Our fingers to the bone by day, and rehearsing Our boners to the finger by night, all to amuse YouPeople. And do you share Our videos? Do you buy Our tickets? Do you tote Our barges, or lift Christian Bale?)
If at first you don’t succeed — well, you know the drill. (We’re pretty sure that’s not how that saying goes.)
But keep in mind that although this saying is trite, it’s absolutely true. (That’s why they sometimes say things are “trite but true”. (They also, although less frequently, say “this tutu’s tight”. (Because ev’ry-thing…is bul-em-ic… at the ballet.)))
(If you are now singing that last bit in your head? You are gay. And not just a little bit gay, neither. You are as gay as Paul Lynde in a pink feather boa fistf**king Charles Nelson Reilly in a lavender chiffon evening gown while Liberace’s poodle throws pansy petals at them. At the opera.)
Perseverance is the only surefire way to get what you deserve in life. (Semi-automatic weapons are good, too.)
Ending a journey when you’re only halfway through is merely a waste of time. (Might as well just stay home, eh?)
You might have to wait longer than you want for results, but there is no way to rush destiny. (Although you might be able to rush Destiny’s Child.)
(That was a little pop culture reference, to prove that We have Our finger firmly on the pulse of pop culture. And Moms Mabley.)
You have to keep moving toward it, (And what was “it”, again?)
even if it turns out to be farther away than you thought. (Well, if it’s that far off, don’t even tell Us what it is till We get there. We’ve had enough disappointment to last a Lifetime TV Movie.)
Enthusiasm and passion are among your most fabulous traits, and now you can exercise them to their full extent. (It is unclear whose horoscope this has suddenly become, but We’re pretty sure We’re not in Kansas any more.)
Unleash those powers of persuasion on whoever’s caught your eye. (Insert one-eyed hooker joke here.)
(Here endeth the blast from the past. Stay tuned for another one tomorrow, as We will be in church. (Hey, they’re new to the Holidailies™ people.))
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.