Starzina Starfish-Browne here with your Eric’s! Daily! Horoscope! for ThurstonHowellTheThursday, July 25st , 2013. Only five more shopping months till Christmas, people. You’re welcome.
So here’s this, from the WayBack Machine:
Happy Birthday to Joseph, who turns twenty-four today, and also to Eric (no, not THAT Eric), who also turns twenty-four today, and additionally too to Michael, who additionally too turns twenty-four today. And they all do it right here in The City Of Brotherly Love Handles, thus sparing Us any geographological complexications, for which We are externally grateful.
(That is not, in case you were wondering, a typo. “Externally grateful” is when you’re only PRETENDING to be eternally grateful. On the outside.)
We, meanwhile, are currently not even externally grateful. Because We forgot to buy coffee on yesterday’s Ack-A-Me foray, We are drinking some hideous flavored coffee We’ve had in the freezer since We bought it on sale. It is called “Pumpkin Spice”, and it tastes for all the world like a piece of raw ginger that’s been sitting in a jack-o-lantern on the front porch of an abandoned house since 1987, after seven generations of feral cats have used said jack-o-lantern as a litter box.
(That, Gentle Readers, is called “painting a werd pixture”.)
Now, We DO have some whole coffee beans, also in Our freezer. But We are generally only capable of finding the coffee grinder and grinding said beans AFTER We have already had some coffee, so you can see Our conundrum. (We KNEW this bathrobe was too short…Our conundrum is sticking out. (You’re picturing that now, aren’t you? Perverts.))
All of which is to say that We imagine you all are at least externally grateful not to be Us at the moment.
We had an entire dream We were going to share with you as well, but this General Foods International Coffee™ moment has taken it all out of Us. Plus, We have to go and ableautify, as We must later pay a visit to TheCutestDentistInTheWholeWideWorld.
(“Ableautify” is, of course, a neologism (OMG, she used the N word! (Also, she said “gism”.)) meaning “to perform ablutions in order to become more beautiful”. Use it three times in a sentence, and it’s yours. Or Beetlejuice will show up. One of those.)
Now, it might seem, to the Eric’s!Daily!Horoscope! casual observer (i.e., naked skimmer) that We bandy the phrase “The CutestFill-In-The-BlankInTheWholeWideWorld” about quite willy, nilly, and willy-nilly. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have known TheCutestBoyInTheWholeWideWorld (TCBITWWW) since before these horoscopes began, and his title has been verified by a completely independent source (hi, Patrick! (no, John, not YOUR Patrick.)). We have had TheCutestDentistInTheWholeWideWorld for even longer than that. And We have only recently acquired TheCutestMailmanInTheWholeWideWorld, EspeciallyInASweatyTeeShirtDuringAHeatWave. And, while We did for a brief period of time, employ TheCutestContractorInTheWholeWideWorld, We would not pretend to have, say, TheCutestPlumberInTheWholeWideWorld, or TheCutestRooferInTheWholeWideWorld, even though We have both of those things (a plumber and a roofer, that is), and are very happy with their work.
We certainly hope that cleared things up for you.
In other news, this just in, from God, on Twitter: “The requests I get to bless things or damn things exactly cancel each other out so I end up doing diddly-squat.”
Also, it will surprise no one that, in response to this week’s Royal Birth (not to mention The Royal Afterbirth), Our “He’s A Very Nice Prince” e-pissode, with its pixture of Prince William in a Speedo™, is trending again. Here is the link, to save you the trouble of hunting it down your own self: http://ericsdailyhoroscope.blogspot.com/2012/06/hes-very-nice-prince.html
Meanwhile, does it distress you, as it distresses Us, that if you search “Prince William in a Speedo™”, you find actual pictures of Prince William in a Speedo™, but if you search “Prince Harry in a Speedo™”, you don’t find any such thing?
And here is the HorrorScope:
Happy Estelle Getty’s birthday!
You’ve got something real staring you in the face (It’s just a picture of Prince William in a Speedo™.)
— and it may be tempting to turn away. (Yeah, okay, whatever.)
You’ve got some good energy, for sure, but if you aren’t up to this challenge, call in the reinforcements. (Mmm-hmm. Because these “reinforcements” are likely to show up. Maybe they’ll go to the Ack-A-Me and buy Us coffee.)
If people came with warning labels, yours would say something like ‘Danger. Do not test me.’ (Actually, it would say “You’ve already heard about the rotting-ginger-in-the-decayed-pumpkin-with-feral-cat-poop coffee; did We mention that We had sauerkraut for dinner last night?”)
Heaven help anyone who decides that it might be fun to see just how far you can be verbally pushed, (People have very strange ideas of fun.)
because right about now, it won’t be very far at all. (Fart.)
Of course, as fiery as you are, (Heh. Was that another fart joke?)
this situation isn’t all that rare, so the next best thing would be to have a t-shirt made up for occasions such as this. (A t-shirt, you say? What, Our “Tuesday” panties aren’t good enough?)
You need a plan, so map out your schedule over the next few days and be sure to stick to it. (We have three murder mysteries over the next few days. Yes, indeedy, ladies and gerbils, a Very Special Monday Performance. One can only IMAGINE for whom.)
You’ll be glad you did when you’re facing many other, not-so-welcome invitations. (Who let all those chirping crickets in here?)
It’s easier to say no! (Than what?)
(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!)
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.