Hello, Ducks!
Starzina
Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for WinesDay, April 17, 2013. Happy birthday to Posh Spice, who turns
twenty-four today. Poshly,
presumably. Not that she cares about Our
birthday wishes, when David Beckham is probably banging her like an old screen
door. Also, Happy Birthday to Olivia Hussey, who also turns twenty-four today,
and whose name We like. You may recall
her starring, all those years ago, in a fillum of Romeo and Juliet, opposite Leonard Whiting’s ass. Also also, Happy Birthday to Chuck Biscuits,
who also also turns twenty-four today, because, mmmm….biscuits.
It
is someone else’s birthday today also, but We cannot for the life of Us remember
whose…although We will tell you that it is disconcerting when Google™ changes
its logo for One. It’s a nice IDEA, of
course, but just a little too Big Brother for Our tastes…after all, We were
just earlier Googling “Leonard Whiting’s ass”.
Speaking
of uppity technology, Micro$oft Weird™ would have Us believe that “poshly” is
not a word. We would make a “Posh Spice’s
cooter” joke, but that sounds too much like work.
Apropos
of absolutely nothing, Ian Ziering is going to be dancing with the
Chippendales. Party with that thought.
Speaking
of “Is that a Pabst™ Blue Ribbon in your pocket, or are you just happy to see
Us?”, here is the
link with which you will share Our Starzina’s Time of the Month Horoscope: Aries video with your friends, enemies,
frenemies, enemists, and frenulums:
Also, for those of you who like cups of tea, and history,
and someone in a tree, here is last year’s Aries video, featuring Our mother,
Rosy Starfish, for comparison:
Your
family is in charge today (The hell you
say.)
—
so make sure that you’re listening! (Sorry…did you say something?)
(SWWDT?)
They
may just want you around to keep them company, but there could be bigger
business afoot. (Was that a fat joke? Or
afoot joke? Is there such a thing as an
afoot joke? Can there be a fat afoot
joke? Or is it an afoot fat joke?)
(Comedy
is hard.)
You
can help them in a big way! (See? It WAS a fat joke.)
Playing
games with someone can be fun sometimes, but it can also be frustrating. (Ya know what’s frustrating? Stuffing a dollar in Ian Ziering’s G-string,
and waiting for change.)
(Lest
you think We are making up this Ian Ziering story:
So
if you’ve been engaged in a tedious game of phone tag for far too long, today
you need to try to put an end to it. (Oh, sure.
Like it’s so easy to just stop.
You’re talking to the person who finally just got quit of a
Hundred-Years-War length game of Duck-Duck-Goose. (Which came on the heels (kinky, no?) of a
never-ending mumblety-peg match.) “Try
to put an end to it”, indeed.)
(Meanwhile,
what the fuck is mumblety-peg? Lettuce
Google on Wikipedia, shall We?)
(Well,
that’s just stupid.)
Make
it clear that you aren’t interested in communicating in any way other than face
to face right now. (We will pretty much take what We can get.)
It might mean that you won’t be communicating
with someone for a long while, but at least when you do it will be a useful and
pleasant experience for both of you. (Oh, well, then. As long as it’s “useful” and “pleasant”.
Also, Shut. Up. Kelli.)
A short message that’s funny and smart is much
more intriguing than a lengthy exposition, (Fuck you, and the whore you rode in
on.)
(Again,
SWWDT?)
and
it’s less investment of time and energy. (Nothing dentured, nothing caned.)
(What
does that even MEAN?)
Go
short and sweet when checking new people out.
(Sure. Because new people just
LOVE midgets who Jell-O™ wrestle.
AssHat.)
In gaseousness,
Starzina Starfish-Browne
(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.
There are still 47 minutes left to your birthday. Hope it was fun!
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