Hello, Ducks!
Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your
Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for ThurstonHowellTheThirdsDay, January 17, 2013.
Happy Birthday to Allen, who turns twenty-four today all the way out in Agnes
Moorehead Hannah Montana Madagascar, Minnesota.
Oddly enough, he is Our only Gentle Reader from that particular neck of
the woods. If you saw him, however, you
would have no objection to necking in the woods with him. Trust Us.
We, meanwhile, are slaving and toiling to
fulfill the terms of Our Creative Pay-It-Forward thingie. Although We have hit a small glitch with a
local emporium, who are not as well-stocked as they might be. So some of you will be hearing from Us
shortly, and some of you won’t be hearing from Us till longly. Altruism is difficult, especially around the
holidays.
In other news, The Sainted Mother texted Us
yesterday to alert Us to the appearance of her pixture in the paper. Thereby proving that The Sainted Mother not
only has an iPhone, but also has a better agent than We have. We cannot even imagine what We would have to
do to get Our pixture in the paper. Did
We mention that The Sainted Mother also has a television commercial to her
credit? What exactly We are doing wrong,
We haven’t got any idea.
Please share Starzina’s
Time of the Month Horoscopes: Capricorn video with a friend. (Extra credit points if it’s a gay friend.):
And here are the HorrorScopes:
There are all sorts of high-profile birthdays today, but We
don’t want Susanna Hoffs of The Bangles to get lost in the shuffle. So Happy
Birthday, Susanna Hoffs of The Bangles.
You’re quite excited to be where you are, (We are in
OurHouseWhereWeLive, in OurKitchenWhichNeedsCleaning. Oh, the thrill of it all.)
and can hardly feel the exhaustion that must be setting in.
(On the plus side, the sun is shining.
On the plus size, Our ass.)
This second wind is exhilarating, (That is not, however, the word We would use
for the breaking wind.)
and you should be able to push yourself in all sorts of
interesting ways. (In the bush, for
instance.)
You can’t think twice (We can barely think once.)
if your ambition gets in other people’s way today. (Other people? Who cares?)
Even if you step on someone’s toes once or twice, sometimes
that’s just what it takes to get where you want to go. (Often, however, you
will find it much more effective to step on their testicles. Just sayin’.)
You can’t let manners and etiquette deter you right now. (Okay, so We’ll step on their testicles with
Our pinkie extended, and send ‘em a bread-and-butter note afterwards.)
This is not the time or place. (Then what the fuck is it?)
You cannot stop your personal quest (No matter how
hopeless? No matter how far?)
just because it annoys or inconveniences someone else. (What is this constant harping on “other
people”? Isn’t this OUR horrorscope?)
Because you know that if they were in your shoes, (Now fucking other people are wearing Our
shoes? What is this, a goddamn bowling
alley?)
they would do the exact same thing. (But they’d do it in Our shoes. So, eeeuuuwww.)
Fill your day and
night with plenty of action, especially stuff involving new people and lots of
forward motion. (Well, that’s just
dirty.)
Switch from playing outdoors to swaying on the dance floor.
(Kelli is a poet, but she is unaware of it.)
You should have a blast. (And/or a snort. And We wouldn’t necessarily turn down recreational
drugs, neither.)
(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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